A Luna for Alpha Kieran-Chapter 67: Take them all

"Tonic? You think I am not strong enough?"

Niva exhaled through her nose, arms crossed, but her dark eyes glinted with reluctant amusement. "You are still drunk, Velor.You think you can handle all three of us without any help? Are you sure? "

"Mmm. Drunk on you, my love," he purred, flopping back onto the bed with a grin. His fingers twitched toward her, beckoning. "Come. Indulge me."

Serra rolled her eyes but didn’t resist when Velor’s hand found her wrist, tugging her toward the bed. "You are quite an entertainment when you are like this."

" My ladies like it? " Velor murmured, dragging a knuckle down her inner arm, " Am your man, darlings."

Mara was already halfway to the door she paused and glanced back. "Should I... still get the tonic?"

"Yes," Niva and Serra said in unison.

Velor groaned. "No. Stay. Let them fetch it.I will mindlink the guards." His voice dropped, rough and warm. "I want you here, little wolf."

Mara bit her lip, torn between duty and desire, but the way Velor’s gaze raked over her...all hungry, possessive...it made her decision for her.

She shut the door softly and turned back, her cheeks flushed.

Niva sighed, but there was no real irritation in it. "Fine. But if you pass out mid way,we are leaving you naked on the floor."

Velor’s grin was pure sin. " I know you love me."

Serra was the first to move, sliding onto the bed beside him .Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing his lower lip. "You are lucky you are pretty when you are wasted.All pink. Just like how I like it."

He nipped at her thumb, earning a sharp inhale. "You like it pink, huh?"

Niva scoffed but joined them, straddling his thighs with effortless dominance of being the oldest. Her hands pressed into his chest, fingers splaying over the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. "You talk too much."

"Then shut me up," he challenged, voice rough.

She leaned down, her lips a breath from his. "Gladly."

But before she could close the distance, Velor’s hand tangled in her hair, holding her just there...close enough to tease, far enough to torture. His other hand found Serra’s waist, pulling her flush against his side.

"Fuck," Serra breathed, her nails digging into his shoulder.

Mara, still hovering near the edge of the bed, let out a tiny whimper. Velor’s gaze snapped to her. It was dark and commanding. "Come here."

She didn’t hesitate this time, crawling onto the bed with trembling anticipation. Velor’s free hand cupped the back of her neck, dragging her down into a filthy, open mouthed kiss.

Mara melted against him, her small hands gripping his shirt like she would have drowned otherwise.

Niva watched, her own breath coming faster. "Greedy bastard," she muttered.

Velor broke the kiss with a wet sound, grinning up at her. "You love it?Want a waste sweetheart?"

Serra’s lips found his throat, her teeth scraping over his pulse. "We shouldn’t indulge him," she murmured against his skin.

"Too late," Velor groaned, arching into her touch.

Niva’s hands slid under his shirt, nails raking down his stomach. "You are never doing this again," she said, even as she leaned in to bite his earlobe.

Velor’s laugh was ragged.

Mara’s fingers fumbled with the laces of his trousers, her breath hitching when Velor’s hand covered hers, guiding her. "Fuck, yes," he hissed.

The room was thick with heat, with the scent of want and whiskey and skin. Velor’s head spun...partly from the alcohol, mostly from the three women unraveling him with every touch, every bite, every whispered curse.

And then...there was a sharp knock at the door.

All four of them froze.

"Alpha?" A guard’s voice, hesitant. "The, uh... the tonic is here."

Velor groaned, dropping his head back against the pillows. "Goddess fucking damn it."

Niva smirked, pressing one last kiss to his collarbone before sliding off him. "I will get it."

Serra sighed, straightening her dress with a smirk.

Mara, still flushed and breathless, giggled. "This was fun."

Velor glared at all three of them, his arousal warring with sheer exasperation.

Velor snatched the small vial from Niva’s hand, uncorked it with his teeth, and downed the bitter tonic in one swift gulp.

He shuddered...shit, that tasted like regret crushed in a vial...but within seconds, the fog of drunkenness began to lift, sharpening his senses, his hunger, his control.

His gaze darkened as he looked at his three wives...

With a growl, Velor surged forward, catching Niva by the waist and yanking her back onto the bed. She yelped, but the sound was cut off when his mouth crashed against hers,demanding. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head just so, swallowing her gasp as he kissed her.

When he pulled back, Niva’s usual composure was shattered. Her chest heaved, her lips parted, her dark eyes wide with shock...and want.

"Velor..."

"Quiet," he murmured, nipping at her jaw before turning to Serra, who had frozen halfway off the bed. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist. "Did I say you could leave?"

Serra’s breath hitched. "I wasn’t..."

He dragged her back, his other hand slipping under her skirts, fingers skimming up her thigh. She gasped, her legs trembling. "You really shouldn’t have interrupted me.Now be good girls! "

Mara whimpered, still kneeling on the bed, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "Al...Alpha..."

Velor’s gaze locked onto her. "You. Here. Now."

She scrambled forward, and he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You wanted to play too? Then beg."

Mara’s lips trembled. "Pl...Please..."

"Louder."

"Please," she whined, her hips shifting.

Niva, still pinned beneath him, let out a frustrated growl.

Velor smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "You are shaking, Niva. Are you that desperate?"

She bared her teeth, but her thighs clenched around his hips. "Fuck yes."

"Oh, darling," he purred, dragging a hand down her body.

Serra was panting, her nails digging into his arm.

He chuckled. And then he moved.

Niva was flipped onto her stomach with a yelp, her protests muffled as Velor’s teeth sank into the back of her neck, his hands gripping her hips. Serra was dragged forward, her legs forced apart as his fingers found her dripping core. Mara was pulled into his lap, her back pressed against his chest, his free hand slipping under her shift to tease her aching nipples.

The room then filled with more gasps and moans...

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