Avenging Luna
Chapter 72: The Great Rise Before the Fall

Chapter 72: The Great Rise Before the Fall

{MATURE CONTENT AHEAD}

Leila’s POV:

It’s official: pregnancy has brought a whole new level of horniness. Yeah, I know my mate is downright attractive, with his dark hair, that Greek god body, tanned skin, and those eyes... God, those eyes that could make you wet with just one look. But this? This is something else entirely. This was a full-blown disease, and the only cure was Drake.

I’ve heard that pregnancy comes with weird food cravings. Not me, though. All I wanted—craved—was my mate. One glance at him, one stray thought, and I’m practically a wolf in heat. It’s like my body has its own agenda, and that agenda involves getting him naked as often as possible. The ache is almost unbearable, and I’m not shy about it either.

And Drake? Well, he loves every minute of it. His smirk when he catches me staring at him, the way he effortlessly lifts me up and teases me about my ’pregnancy hormones,’ only drives me wilder. It’s like my entire being is attuned to him. No matter how many times he claims me, it’s never enough. I want him over and over again, and I know he feels the same. The bond between us, intensified by the pregnancy, was stronger than ever, and I was reveling in every second of it.

Every touch, every kiss, felt electric. The closeness, the raw intensity of our connection, had reached a new height. He made me feel worshipped, cherished, and the physical desire between us was scorching.

I knew it was the pregnancy hormones, but I wasn’t about to complain. This fiery need wasn’t just satisfying—it was empowering. It reminded me how lucky I was to have a mate like Drake. And though he teased me about it constantly, I could see the way his eyes darkened with hunger every time I reached for him. I wasn’t the only one affected.

Pregnancy was supposed to come with all kinds of discomforts and emotional ups and downs, but for me? Right now, it was just an excuse to indulge in my mate as much as I wanted—and I had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Drake’s POV:

Leila poked her head into my office, her expression all innocent—well, as innocent as she can look these days. But I know what she’s really here for. Ever since she made the decision to keep our baby, things have... escalated. And by escalated, I mean her hormones have been on a rampage, and I’m not complaining.

This past month, let’s just say a pregnant mate is a *very* eager mate. Her libido is through the roof, and the way she looks at me? Like she’s ready to pounce at any second. I’ve learned that look well by now. It usually starts with those soft, blue eyes locking onto mine, followed by a subtle bite of her lower lip. It’s enough to send my pulse racing.

And goddess knows I’m trying to keep up. I mean, I’m an alpha—strength and endurance come with the title—but Leila? She’s been insatiable. I swear, sometimes it feels like we barely make it through the day without her needing a quick "break" to relieve those pregnancy-induced cravings. I’ve never seen her like this, and while it’s exhausting, it’s also... exhilarating.

I pretend to focus on the stack of papers in front of me as she slips into the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click. My office is supposed to be a place of strategy and planning, where I can focus on the pack and prepare for what’s to come. But lately, it’s been the site of many... distractions. Very enjoyable distractions.

Leila saunters toward me, her hips swaying in that way she knows drives me wild. Her hand brushes across the back of my neck, and my body instantly responds. I can feel the heat in her touch, the unspoken desire. I look up, and there it is—the smirk, that playful, mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Busy?" she asks, though she knows the answer already.

"Trying to be," I reply, leaning back in my chair, unable to hide the grin spreading across my face. "But something tells me you have other plans."

She tilts her head, running her fingers through her hair, looking like she’s considering the question for a moment. "Maybe. Or maybe I just thought you could use a break. You’ve been working so hard..."

She doesn’t even need to finish. One glance at her and my body reacts on instinct. It’s a primal thing between us, heightened by the pregnancy, by our bond. I can feel the pull, the need, radiating off her in waves. And it’s impossible to resist.

"I swear, Leila," I say, rising from my seat, my voice low and teasing. "You’re going to kill me with this."

She steps closer, her hands finding their way to my chest, sliding under my shirt. "Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it," she purrs. "I need you far too much for that."

I’m not one to back down from a challenge, especially not when it comes from my mate. I grab her by the waist, pulling her into me. The scent of her—our combined scents, now tinged with the faintest hint of something new, something that tells me our pup is growing—fills my senses, grounding me and driving me wild all at once.

She lets out a soft laugh as I spin her around, pressing her against my desk. "Well, if it’s a break you want..." I murmur, my lips brushing her ear, feeling the shiver run through her.

"You know what I want," she whispers, her voice thick with need.

And goddess help me, I do. I always do. And I’m more than happy to oblige.

I’ve always prided myself on control—control over my pack, over my strength, over my emotions. But Leila? She’s the one person who can undo me with a single look, and lately, she’s been taking full advantage of it. It’s been a whirlwind, but this is our new normal, and I’m not sure how long this surge of hormones will last, but for now? I’ll enjoy every damn second.

Because at the end of the day, keeping my mate happy, satisfying her every craving, is all that matters. And there’s something deeply satisfying in knowing I’m the one she turns to, the one who can give her what she needs.

I pull back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. "Let’s make this quick," I murmur, "before someone knocks on that door."

She grins up at me, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Quick? You know I’m not letting you off that easy."

I chuckle, already knowing this "break" will probably last much longer than I planned. But then again, with Leila, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I can’t help but chuckle as I see Leila bend over my desk, lifting her dress with that sly, knowing look in her eyes. Of course, she’s prepared—no underwear. She always knows what she wants, and it drives me wild every single time. But who am I to complain? I’m one lucky alpha.

Her bare ass, presented just for me, makes the primal part of me stir. My hands slide over her smooth skin, taking in every curve as my fingers trace along the soft lines of her hips. I know exactly what she needs right now, and the thought sends a rush of desire straight through me. I want to taste her—*need* to taste her.

With a grin, I drop to my knees behind her, my lips trailing soft kisses down her back, across her perfect ass. Each kiss is slow, deliberate, heightening the anticipation. I can hear her breath hitch, feel her body tense with each touch. She’s already wet, and the sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal fills the air.

I spread her legs a little wider, taking in the view of her already slick, glistening pussy. My hands glide up her thighs, pulling her hips slightly back toward me as I lower my mouth to her.

The moment my tongue touches her, she lets out a soft moan, and I feel her body tremble. Her taste is addictive, and I dive in deeper, flicking my tongue over her clit before tracing the length of her folds, savoring every drop of her wetness. Her juices coat my lips, and it takes everything in me not to lose control right here.

Leila’s hands grip the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as her body reacts to every flick and swirl of my tongue. I can hear her breath quicken, her moans becoming more urgent, more needy.

I smile against her, feeling the power I have over her in this moment. It’s a game we’ve played so many times before—her teasing, me pushing her to the edge until she can’t take it anymore. And right now, I can tell she’s close, her body taut with tension, ready to snap.

I focus on her clit, sucking gently, then harder, the way I know drives her crazy. Her hips jerk against my face, and I growl low, feeling the vibrations ripple through her. She’s panting now, completely lost in the pleasure, and I know it won’t take much more to push her over the edge.

"Drake," she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. "Please..."

I smirk, loving the sound of her begging for release. I give her what she wants, flicking my tongue faster, pressing deeper, until her body arches back, and she cries out, her orgasm hitting her hard. I keep going, drawing out every last shudder, every last drop of pleasure until she’s trembling, spent, and utterly satisfied.

Standing up, I run my hands over her ass again, giving it a light smack as she collapses forward onto the desk, her breathing ragged. She turns her head slightly to look at me, a lazy, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"You’re always so good to me," she whispers, her voice thick with post-orgasm bliss.

I lean down, kissing the back of her neck, my lips brushing against the mark I gave her—my claim, my mate. "You know I can’t resist you," I murmur against her skin, feeling her shiver beneath me.

And as much as I want to fuck her right here, take her hard and fast, there’s something even more intoxicating about knowing I’ve left her completely undone, and that this is only the beginning.