Avenging Luna
Chapter 63: Different Kind of Kink

Chapter 63: Different Kind of Kink

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)

Drake’s POV:

Raphael’s laughter died on his lips as he saw her. His eyes gleamed with twisted amusement. "So the little girl came to play after all," he rasped. "Tell me, Drake, what would your parents think? knowing you are fucking the child of their killer?"

Before I could react, Leila stepped forward. She didn’t hesitate. She walked right up to Raphael, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Let me do it," she said softly.

I hesitated, not wanting her to get involved in this, but the look in her eyes told me she was ready. Reluctantly, I stepped aside, watching as she faced Raphael head-on.

And that’s when I realized—Leila wasn’t a victim anymore. She was a warrior. Alpha Vanvil may have scarred her, but he had also taught her how to break a person’s spirit. And that’s exactly what she did to Raphael.

With precise, calculated movements, she worked him over, not with anger or vengeance, but with cold determination. Every cry that escaped Raphael’s lips was like music to my ears, a symphony of justice.

As I watched Leila work on Raphael, something unexpected stirred deep within me. It was sick, I knew it, but I couldn’t stop the surge of pride—and something far darker—rising inside. She was ruthless, methodical, breaking Raphael piece by piece with a precision that could only come from someone who had endured unimaginable pain herself. Every movement was calculated, every flick of her wrist purposeful.

And I was completely mesmerized.

There was something about the way she stood—strong, powerful, in control. Seeing her like this, so completely in her element, I couldn’t deny the heat pooling in my gut. The way she moved, the sharp intensity in her eyes as she broke my uncle’s spirit... It was sick, twisted, but damn if it didn’t make her even more irresistible to me.

Leila, my mate, wasn’t just strong. She was deadly, and she made even something as brutal as this look incredibly sexy. I could hardly wait for her to finish with Raphael, to see the job done so I could have her all to myself again. The thought of her—her body, her scent, the feel of her skin against mine—had my blood racing.

My heart pounded harder as I imagined what would happen after this. She’d be mine again, completely. The thought of burying myself deep inside her, of her legs wrapped around me as I lost myself in her, made it harder to stay focused on the moment at hand. But I had to. Not yet. I needed to let her finish this.

Raphael was whimpering now, his voice barely above a whisper, but I wasn’t even paying attention to his words anymore. All I could focus on was Leila, the way her body moved with purpose, the confidence radiating off her in waves. My wolf howled inside, urging me to claim her right then and there.

And soon, Raphael broke. He spilled everything—how he had conspired with my father’s enemies to take control of the pack, how he had planned to kill not just my parents, but me as well. It was all out in the open now, and there was no going back.

Leila stood tall as Raphael slumped in his chains, defeated at last. She had done what I couldn’t—she had brought him to his knees. And as I stood beside her, I knew that together, we could face anything.

She wiped the blood off her hands, stepping back from Raphael, her face calm and unbothered by the broken man in front of her. She had done it—gotten everything we needed. And now, she turned to me, her eyes meeting mine with a fire that made my body heat from head to toe.

I took a step forward, unable to resist the pull any longer. Her chest was heaving, her breath coming in short bursts, but she looked at me with that same fierce determination she’d shown Raphael.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

"Leila," I growled, my voice low and thick with desire, stepping closer to her, "we need to finish this....."

Her lips parted, eyes darkening as she saw the look in my eyes. She knew what I wanted, what I needed, and she matched it with a hunger of her own. There was no hesitation, no fear. Just us, burning for each other.

I reached for her, my fingers brushing against her waist, pulling her into me. The heat between us was electric, and my hands roamed her body, needing more, craving everything she had to offer.

Just as my lips brushed against her ear, a whisper on my breath, I leaned in. "Let’s finish this, and then I’m going to make you mine... all over again."

Her lips quirked up in a knowing smile, but before anything more could happen, a sharp sound echoed from the corner.

I cursed under my breath, pulling away just as we were on the verge of losing ourselves. Raphael groaned, still slumped in his chains, reminding us both that there was unfinished business.

But as we left the dungeon, side by side, the tension between us only grew hotter. And I knew, the moment we were alone, I wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore.

Because tonight, Leila was mine. And nothing would stop me from taking her the way we both needed.

As we left the dungeon, the weight of what had just happened hung in the air. But I couldn’t focus on it. Not fully. Not with Leila walking beside me, her presence driving me wild in a way that was almost unbearable. The distance to our room seemed far—too far. I couldn’t wait that long. Not with the fire burning inside me, threatening to consume every rational thought.

Leila had no idea what she was doing to me. While she was torturing Raphael in the most brutal, precise ways, I was standing there, getting aroused by her raw power. It wasn’t like I was into that kind of kink, but damn, everything she did, every move, every command, set my blood boiling in the best way possible. She could light up the darkest parts of me just by existing.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My body screamed for hers, my need overwhelming any restraint I had left. I couldn’t wait until we reached our room. I needed her now.

Without warning, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her close so she could feel exactly how much I wanted her. My lips brushed her ear, and I whispered, voice low and dripping with desire, "Can’t wait, love. I want you now."

I pressed my lips against the spot where my mark rested on her neck, knowing exactly how it made her feel. She trembled, her breath catching in her throat, and I smirked against her skin, feeling her body react to my touch. It drove me insane, how just one kiss in the right place could make her melt for me.

Taking her hand, I led her away from the path, into the dense forest. The trees closed around us, offering the perfect cover, and my heart raced with anticipation. I was a big, bad wolf, and my instincts had taken over completely. She was mine, and I was going to take her here and now, where no one else could find us.

I backed her up against a tree, our bodies pressing together, the heat between us unbearable. Her lips parted as I leaned in, my hands roaming her curves, tracing every inch of her as if I were memorizing her all over again.

"Drake..." she whispered, her voice shaky but filled with the same hunger that burned through me.

There was no more holding back. Not anymore.

I couldn’t wait another second. I turned to her, my hands already tearing at the thin shirt she was wearing. The fabric ripped with ease, and her shocked gasp filled the air.

"What the hell, Drake? That was my favorite!" she shouted, glaring up at me with those fiery eyes.

But all I could do was grin, loving the way her anger seemed to deepen her desire. Her eyes darkened, and I could see it—how much this thrilled her. "You’re my favorite when naked," I growled hoarsely, tossing the shredded shirt aside without a second thought.

Without wasting a beat, I yanked off my own shirt, the need to feel her skin against mine unbearable. The cool air hit my chest, but the heat between us kept me burning up. She didn’t hesitate. Her hands immediately wrapped around my neck, pulling me close until our bodies were pressed together just the way I needed them to be.

She kissed me like there was no tomorrow, fierce and full of hunger, and I returned it with equal intensity. Every second we were apart felt like torture, but now that I had her in my arms, nothing else mattered.

Our lips moved in sync, and I lost myself in the taste of her, in the way she felt, so soft and strong at the same time. My hands roamed her bare skin, fingers memorizing every inch of her body. I wanted to claim her, to remind her who she belonged to, not just through my words but through every touch, every kiss, every breath.

This was more than just desire—it was something primal, something that drove me wild in ways no one else ever could. And I knew she felt it too. We were beyond the point of no return now.

I turned her around swiftly, the sudden movement making her gasp as I whispered against her ear, "Bend over and hold the tree."

Her breath hitched, but there was no hesitation in her eyes, only fire. As she complied, pressing her hands against the rough bark of the tree, I yanked down her pants, revealing her to me. My fingers found her immediately, sliding into her warmth, and I groaned, feeling just how wet she already was for me.

Pride surged through me at how ready she was, her body always responding to mine. I couldn’t resist teasing her, my fingers working her slowly for just a moment longer, savoring the way she trembled under my touch.

"You’re so wet for me," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "Always so perfect."

Without waiting any longer, I positioned myself behind her, my need overwhelming every other thought. Gripping her hips firmly, I thrust into her in one swift, deep motion, burying myself inside her. She moaned loudly, her back arching as I set a rough pace, each thrust pushing us both to the edge.

I was relentless, making sure I hit that spot deep inside her every single time, wanting to drive her to the brink of madness. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the forest. I could feel myself losing control, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

Every stroke was deliberate, every motion filled with the intensity of my need to claim her fully, completely. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a primal thought took root: I wanted more than just this moment. I wanted to mark her, to leave something behind—a little piece of me, a little Leila. The thought of her carrying my child, of us creating something out of this passion, only spurred me on.

With every powerful thrust, I brought us closer to that wild, shared release, my growl mingling with her moans. Nothing else mattered.