The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 126: Janet Jackson - Anytime, Anyplace

Chapter 126: Janet Jackson - Anytime, Anyplace

"Fuck... shit..." Damien cursed again. "I want to be inside you," he groaned. "I swear, I want to be inside you so bad, but—gods—you feel so damned good."

She didn’t respond with words. Her tongue did the talking. fre ewe bnove l.com

He was seconds away from tipping over the edge. Everything was too hot. Too much. Her mouth, her skin, her laughter in his head, the way her heart called to him without speaking. It was all crashing in.

Damien pulled away abruptly, his whole body quaking with restraint. "I’m going to lose my shit," he warned.

Luna smirked, breathless, her body flushed and still glistening. "That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?"

He shimmied down her body. His breath ghosted over her belly before he paused, lifting her thighs and locking them over his shoulders. She gasped at the sudden motion, her back sinking deeper into the sofa. Damien positioned himself, one hand steadying her hip while the other guided him in.

Then—he entered.

A low, vibrating groan left his chest, primal and ragged, as he sank into her heat. It felt like slipping into home after years lost in the wilderness. Warm, tight, and impossibly consuming.

"Hmmm." Luna grunted, her fingers gripping the cushions beneath her. He filled her, inch by inch, stretching her open until there was no space left between them. fre eweb\(n)ovel(.)co(m)

Then he rammed forward with a force that nearly knocked the breath from both of them. She jolted forward, and they nearly tipped off the sofa. Luna flailed for balance, grabbing at the edge of the armrest.

He was completely gone.

He started to move, at a pace no normal man could ever sustain. His hips were a blur, pounding into her with inhuman speed. The air was thick with the sound of skin meeting skin, her gasps, his low growls, the creak of furniture—and somewhere in the mix, Luna’s scream splitting the room open.

She wasn’t even sure if she was screaming words anymore. It might have just been raw sound.

Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, dancing without rhythm. She gave up trying to hold them. She’d lost control of her own limbs, anyway.

She blinked and caught his face—his fangs had descended, sharp and glinting. His eyes glowed crimson. No, she was right there with him, just as far gone. Feral. Frenzied. Free.

"Damien," she tried to say his name, but it came out more like a plea.

He grunted, each sound more guttural than the last. And then, with one last earth-shattering thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and held.

He pulled her hips even tighter to him, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one. Luna could feel every twitch, every pulse as he came undone inside her.

Damien’s head dropped forward, resting against her chest, his breath completely stolen. He didn’t move. Couldn’t. His limbs had turned to jelly, his muscles vibrating with overexertion. If his heart were beating, it would have exploded from his ribcage and bounced around the room.

"I... think I saw stars," he croaked after a moment.

Luna chuckled.

"Are we still alive?" he said, dazed.

"Barely," she answered, her grin lazy and luminous. "I think we broke my spine."

He chuckled softly. "Sorry."

They were a mess.

But they were each other’s mess.

*****

Ravena arrived in Blood City. Damien stood waiting, already flanked by his guards, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked every inch the prince: composed, brooding, dangerously handsome. But even that refined façade cracked into a genuine smile when he saw the familiar figure step out.

"Queen Ravena..." Damien moved forward, bowing slightly. "It’s lovely to see you again. I was praying you would agree to come."

Ravena’s smile was tight but sincere.

"I wouldn’t miss my daughter’s wedding even if it is in a city full of vampires..." she said, arching one perfectly plucked brow. "No offense."

"Some taken," Damien replied dryly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "But I forgive you. I’m in a generous mood today."

Then, his eyes drifted to the brooding shadow just behind her. Kyllian. The Alpha stood stiff as a statue, jaw tight, arms folded.

"Alpha Kyllian." Damien acknowledged him with a short nod, all diplomacy.

"Prince Damien." The response was civil, but barely. A hint of challenge hung in the air.

Damien’s lips thinned slightly. "You can return now. I’ve got it from here."

Kyllian didn’t budge. "No offense, but I am here to keep the Queen safe from bloodsuckers."

There was a sharp inhale from one of the guards. Damien arched a brow and turned pointedly to Ravena, as though asking for permission to toss Kyllian out the nearest window.

"Your Highness..." he said.

"It’s okay," Ravena interjected, raising a calming hand. "Magnus wouldn’t let me come without Kyllian. You two try to get along."

Damien sighed, clearly fighting every instinct to argue. "An Alpha inside the Blood Castle, staying for weeks... it will raise eyebrows."

"Then let them raise," Ravena said lightly. "It is the only way I can stay, Prince Damien."

There was an unmistakable steel in her tone. His eyes flicked back to Kyllian, who looked smug—as if he’d just won the opening round of some silent, testosterone-fueled tournament.

"Very well," Damien said at last. "But he’ll stay far away from Luna’s building."

Kyllian gave a smirk. "Does something scare you, Prince Damien?"

Damien ignored him and gestured for them to follow. f.r(e)e\webn.ovel.co\m

Ravena sighed audibly. "Goddess help us all."

*****

Luciver stood poised at the entrance to Blood Castle, the great iron doors behind him gleaming.

The minute Queen Ravena stepped out of the car with Damien and Kyllian trailing behind, Luciver straightened. For all his irreverence, he respected power—and Ravena exuded it.

As she approached, he opened his arms in welcome and placed his hands gently on her shoulders, the greeting formal but warm. "Queen Ravena, always ravishing."

His smile was roguish, charming, the same smile that had broken countless hearts over the centuries.

"You’re too kind, Your Highness," Ravena replied.

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