His Mute Luna
Chapter 19

June

Morgan | I’m all finished here, be back home soon x

Me | ok, everything is put away, just waiting for you 😉

I was determined this evening to meet his wolf properly. I had everything planned out-ish. Bea had picked up Tipper for the night; as my brother couldn’t shift, she wasn’t exactly used to the wolf form and if anything happened to her, Tom would actually kill me.

The only thing I hadn’t sorted out was food. I had never done this sort of date before so had no idea what the best approach was. I was hoping it would be a romantic picnic and not a hunting expedition; I was adventurous in what I ate but I drew the line at anything raw.

I looked to the front door when I heard it go, smiling broadly at seeing those pretty diamond eyes which quickly morphed to concern at noticing the tired expression they held. I closed my laptop quickly as he slouched onto the couch after kissing my forehead.

“Rough day at the office?” I typed out.

He sighed, keeping his eyes closed, “not so much rough, just a lot…that rogue today turned out to be my twin brothers’ mate. Poor guy’s been through a lot only to wind up with Cal and Cam as his second chance mates!” He laughed out.

I pulled him to lay on his back with his head in my lap so I could stroke his forehead, pushing the soft curls away. A quiet growl rumbled from his chest and I felt a contented feeling spread through me.

Was that from him?

Was I beginning to feel his emotions?

I didn’t even think this would be possible!

Feeling his wolf respond to me in such a way prompted a deeply tethered part of myself to ask my question, a part that was growing stronger the longer I spent around my mate that equally wanted his wolf.

“Could I meet Mars? Properly? I’m his mate too and I’ve kind of ignored him.”

At hearing the voice from my phone, Morgan opened his eyes, flashing me that beautiful crooked smile that showed off his little dimples.

“Great minds think alike. I was going to ask you the same question.”

He leaned up as I leant forward, our foreheads smacking together on impact.

“Oh, s**t. I’m sorry!” He fussed, rubbing the sore spot on my head while his cheeks turned a delightful shade of red.

There’s my smooth, derpy, buffwuff.

I shook my head, silently laughing and took hold of his face to guide his lips to mine in a sweet, soft k**s.

“Before I kill the mood anymore, do you wanna join me on a run? You can ride on my back, feel what it’s like to be a wolf and we can even take a picnic. Pack it in a backpack or something?” He asked a little sheepishly, sitting back up right and still wearing that adorable blush.

You really are determined not to have any more fires in the kitchen, aren’t you? I typed out.

“I’m never gonna live that one down, am I?”

I shook my head ‘no’, grinning mischievously. I’d never let him forget it, or when he slid off the front of my work’s vehicle, or when he fell into the river; I was pretty sure he’d give me some more clumsy blunders in the future to hold over him forever.

We packed a blanket, a set of spare clothes for Morgan to change into after he shifted and we quickly whipped up some sandwiches, salads and cheeses; I say some, there would have been enough to feed a small country! Did the guy have a stomach in each leg?

Leading me out the back door that looked out towards the woods without any neighbours in sight, he started to strip off his shirt. He must have felt my eyes on him, taking in each one of the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest, his arms and the perfect covering of hair across his pecs. I felt the slight pang of apprehension and the way his fingers fumbled with his jeans, the way his eyes looked everywhere but at my own, told me he was actually nervous about getting undressed in front of me. I never thought I’d see the day when a werewolf was actually hesitant to get naked. Maybe it was different when it was in front of mates? I turned my back on him, feeling a little proud that I could make my mate this bashful but disappointed I would be missing out on a panty-dropping strip tease.

It was the cold, wet nose that brushed against my hand that drew my attention back. My breath caught in my throat seeing the white wolf staring back at me, not in fright, but in sheer awe at his beauty. Those same bright diamond eyes looked almost luminous under the setting sun and his fur was the purest white I had ever seen. His height and build was immense, standing around chest level; if I was an enemy, I think I would be crapping my pants if I came up against this wolf. I knelt, stroking his muzzle as he leant into my touch and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face into his soft, fluffy chest. Mars laid his body around me, resting his head on my lap, like a huge puppy dog. I rubbed my hands along his side, scratching his belly which sent his leg kicking wildly.

He did the leg thing!

I almost lost my composure when he started grumbling in bliss at his belly rubs. He seemed to catch on that I was laughing at his antics and suddenly sat up, snuffing in my face in annoyance. But kissing the tip of his nose had him forgetting everything as a dopey grin spread across his muzzle…a truly terrifying apex predator indeed.

He let me climb on his back and once he felt I was secure he took off, flitting through the trees. I doubted this was his top speed, but if he went any faster, I don’t think I would’ve held on. This was definitely better than my first ride on a wolf’s back, this I could actually enjoy. The feeling of the wind whipping against my skin and hair, the exhilaration when he leapt over brooks and fallen trees, the sheer freedom of it all…no wonder werewolves loved this; it all felt so right, like I was missing out on something that I didn’t even know I craved.

We eventually came to a solitary black oak surrounded by a meadow that overlooked the ocean in the distance, the last rays of the sun spilling over the horizon lighting up the whole landscape a vivid orange. This was the perfect spot and even though it was getting a little chilly at night now, I quite literally had a very hot werewolf to keep me warm.

After slightly overindulging on food, and definitely too much cheese, I was enjoying being curled up in the crook of Morgan’s arm, snuggled up to his side. I slipped my hand just under the hem of his t-shirt, gently stroking the skin of his stomach.

“I don’t do the leg thing in human form,” he quietly laughed.

Worth a shot. Does he always do it?

“This might come as a surprise, but not many people give an Alpha wolf ‘belly rubs’.”

What a crime. Mars is such a good boi, maybe I should’ve brought one of Tipper’s squeaky toys for him? I mused more to myself.

A loud growl rippled through Morgan’s chest, causing him to slap his hand over his mouth.

“Sorry, that was him,” he rushed out, looking a little mortified.

Is it because he wants his own toys? I grinned, knowing I was poking the wolf.

“For the love of goddess, please stop. He’s swearing a lot right now,” my mate got out between breaths as we both descended into fits of laughter.

I rolled onto my front once I’d calmed down to look up at Morgan as the stars started to become visible.

I gotta ask, what went down on that date with Matilda? Because I’ve heard her side, I gotta know yours! And I couldn’t keep the grin off of my face.

Mati had made it out that Morgan had been called away for his duties and he was soooo dedicated to his position, they hadn’t been able to rekindle their great love affair…it was a struggle at the time to maintain a straight face. Thank the moon above she met her mate and moved away, for Morgan’s sake.

He physically g*****d, hiding his face behind his arm, “f**k, I forgot she was your foster sister…you can’t seriously want to know about that?”

I 100% do! I typed out, pulling his arm away and showing him the screen, straddling on his lap.

“Fine,” he relented. “She cornered me in training a few times, so I said ‘yes’ to get her off my back. I just took her to some Italian place near the edge of the pack lands because I didn’t want many people seeing us. By the time the main course arrived, she was going on and on about how right we were together and that she could hardly wait to be Luna one day! I pretended that an emergency came up and got the hell out. I think it took two solid months of ghosting for the message to sink in.”

His eyes were a little wide, as though still haunted by the horrific date. He frowned, noticing my barely contained hysterics, “I’m glad my pain is so funny to you.”

Oh, come on. Trading old war stories from terrible dates is the ultimate bonding exercise, I leant forward and pecked his lips as he read what I typed. But he just frowned further.

“It’s not as though I have many,” he mumbled, looking embarrassed.

I looked at him questioningly, there was no way a guy that looked like him hadn’t dated around, surely? I knew he probably hadn’t been physical with anyone, not that I cared about that, but he must have kissed someone before me…or hadn’t he?

Have you been with a woman like this before? I showed him the message as I slid my free hand under his shirt.

His mouth bobbed open and closed, becoming increasingly flustered, and his breath hitching. I slowly inched his shirt up over his head, stroking the skin of his chest and shoulders to encourage an answer from him.

He shook his head. “No,” he whispered.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and gently pressed my lips to his, letting him know I didn’t care. He was perfect the way he was, he didn’t need to feel ashamed or embarrassed by a lack of experience. Everybody started somewhere.

His hands snaked around my waist, digging into my flesh, holding me as close to his skin as possible. The tingles and warmth from the bond heightened every feeling. I had made out with guys like this before and no matter how good some of them had been, they weren’t a speck compared to Morgan. I traced my tongue against his, grinding my h**s against his, evoking a longing g***n and shudder that radiated through his torso. I pushed him back to lay down, taking the lead, guiding him. Kissing my way down his jaw, I nipped at his neck a little, loving how he m****d savagely and his breathing laboured. I trailed my nose against the skin of his chest, breathing in his scent of fresh, earthy tree bark, making sure I paid attention to every inch of him and swirled my tongue around each of his n*****s.

I moved lower, kissing each of his abs till I reached his waistband. I paused my hands on the fabric, my eyes meeting his and waiting for his consent. His hands bunched the blanket we laid on and it appeared as though he was arguing with himself, nervous of the unknown. But I never broke eye contact, holding on for his answer. He shakily nodded and I slowly slipped in my fingertips, pulling his pants down freeing my prize…and it was biggest f*****g prize I had ever laid my eyes on.

My thanks to the first werewolves that started circumcisions because they really blessed me with a gift right now.

I traced the smooth, bare tip of his shaft with my fingers, stroking the underside of his velvety skin as he hissed and trembled under my touch. I lowered my lips, taking my first taste of the precum beading out of his head and swirled my tongue around him.

“Mmmhh…f**k, June,” he cursed out, making me smile that he was already so delirious with pleasure. I hadn’t even begun my fun with him yet.

I took him in as far as I could, hitting the back of my throat and hollowed my cheeks as I sucked his length, hard, pulling back to repeat my movements. He g*****d loudly, moving his h**s against my mouth to match my motion. I gripped his thighs that were beginning to tremble to give me better purchase and to allow his h**s to move as he needed and wanted with his first blowjob. I took him in that little bit further each time and when his h**s started to thrust faster, I increased my pace and strength of my rhythm. I felt him begin to spasm as he threw his head back, crying my name out with his eyes screwed shut. His pleasure exploded in my mouth and I swallowed every bit of him, slowing my pace to milk his last drops, greedy for his musky taste.

I nuzzled the patch of skin just below his belly button, kissing it lightly, and made my way up his body, planting soft caressing k****s along his jaw. His breathing was still heavy and laboured but his arms circled my body, keeping me pressed against his own.

“I think you actually blew my mind out…that was incredible,” he laughed, breathlessly.

He turned his face to meet mine, kissing me slowly.

“As much as I could stay here all night with you, how about we head home?”

Morgan shifted back to his wolf after we had packed up. This time he was a little more confident to strip bare in front of me, making me send a silent prayer up to the moon goddess because she definitely spared no effort creating the perfection in front of me. His fur was even more beautiful under the moon without sunlight to inhibit the bioluminescence. It shimmered with faint, moving, opalescent colours, like that of vampires’ skin. I loved watching the colours agitate under my touch as I climbed back on to Mars, ready to get home and snuggle up to my mate.

Changed and ready for bed, I waited for Morgan to exit the ensuite. Having spent some of the evening with his wolf, I wanted to spend the night with him too.

Would it be ok to sleep beside Mars tonight? It’d be nice to give him some more belly rubs, I smirked as Morgan read my message.

He chuckled quietly, handing me back my phone, “sure. And don’t let his grumbles fool you, he loves your belly rubs.”

He quickly shifted once more, his wolf pinning me with narrowed eyes. Like I would believe for a second he wouldn’t roll over right now if I asked him to. I patted the bed next to me for him to jump up and nestled myself into the deep fur of his chest, finding the gentle vibrations of his body incredibly soothing, enough to lull me into a very content filled sleep.