Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride-Chapter 379: Even If I’m Not Your Luna

After her realisation, Leona's atmosphere changed completely. The subtle rejection and shyness faded, and she became honest with herself.

Her fingers clenched the edge of the couch as her back pressed deeper into the leather. No longer trembling out of fear, but out of want. Need.

Nikolai hovered above her, one knee pressed into the cushion beside her thigh. His warm hand lingered against her waist, stroking Leona with his rough fingers.

She looked up—eyes wide, flushed, breathing shallow—but there was no trace of hesitation anymore. Her golden-brown ears twitched forward, focused, aware. Her tail had stopped curling in on itself and now flicked lazily, confidently, brushing her master's hip.

She didn't speak.

Because her body said everything.

Nikolai enjoyed the line of her throat and delicate collarbone before sweeping his gaze towards her plump chest, almost popping her buttons open. The scent of Leona's heat, unique and filled with arousal, clung to her body. Neither sweet nor clean... but irresistible.

"I need to hear it," he said, voice low, fingers tracing the torn hem of her top. "You've followed me. Trained for me. Pleased me. You've done everything but say it outright."

Leona's lips parted—no stammer, no excuse.

"I want you," she said.

How?"

"...not as a master, or lord... but as a man."

Her eyes narrowed into thin slits, tilting away as she bit her lower lip.

No stutter.

No shame.

Her thighs spread slightly beneath him, knees loose, and her arms slowly reached up—not to block him, but to touch him. Her fingers found his chest, still bare and damp from his earlier training. They slid along his skin, mapping him out. She'd only dreamed of touching him like this before... from the moment she met him.

"You're can never become my Luna," he reminded her, voice quieter this time.

"You won't have that title, people will look down at you, even still?"

Her nails dug in lightly.

"I don't care."

"You'll be different from the others. Always."

"I know."

"You'll be mine in every way... except name."

Her fingers left his chest and curled around his jaw, tugging him lower, until their noses almost brushed.

"I have never been more sure, my lord."

The words were a growl in her throat—possessive, wanting. And Nikolai felt the last thread of restraint unravel.

He didn't slam her down.

He didn't kiss her like a wild animal.

He kissed her slowly, mouth slanted over hers as his fingers pushed under her ruined uniform. Her gasp slipped into his lips, and he swallowed it deep, claiming.

Leona arched into him, hungry and trembling.

There was no room for confusion anymore.

Only truth. Only heat.

His hand curled around the back of her thigh again, sliding up, testing the tension in her muscles. The power she always tried to suppress around him, now willingly offered.

Her body didn't resist.

It welcomed him.

As the kiss deepened, she reached up again, pushing her top higher over her chest, exposing herself without shame. The flush across her neck had spread to her shoulders, and her nipples hardened in the cool air of the office, drawing Nikolai's gaze down.

"I want you to take me," she whispered against his lips.

He looked her in the eye, as if to remember each inch of her face.

No shame. No fear. Just Leona.

"Make this a moment I cannot forget."

Then his mouth dropped to her collarbone and bit—not gentle, but not cruel either. Just enough to mark her faintly tanned flesh. Enough to make her back arch and her thighs squeeze his waist.

A low sound slipped from her lips, somewhere between a breath and a cry.

"Then stay still," he said, mouth against her skin. "And I'll give you what you want."

Leona didn't stay still.

She couldn't.

This moment was something she had waited most of her life to enjoy, her first male. Her hips rolled, small movements at first, almost instinctive.

As if her body was impatient to match the promise in his words.

Nikolai's hand slid down from her waist, calloused fingers moving over the skin of her lower belly—damp, twitching, smooth from years of training and discipline. He pressed his thumb into the waistband of her shorts.

It was barely fabric.

They peeled off with one firm tug, revealing her beautiful pink petals, swollen with a sticky fluid dribbling down her crack. Her scent was both sharp and comforting. The moment the fabric slid past her knees, it became stronger... more pungent.

Leona turned away for the first time since they started, face now burning, biting her lower lip as she trembled in the nude.

Nikolai's large hand cupped her heat, and she jerked once, hips bucking forward into his palm.

"Sensitive," he murmured.

Leona nodded, barely breathing. "D...Don't announce things... it's embarrassing."

His fingertips teased her. Just barely parting her folds with a single knuckle, running along the slippery line between her legs.

"Already soaked," he said under his breath, more to himself than Leona.

She writhed beneath him. Not desperate, but unable to stop the slight tremors in her body.

"W-Wait…" she whispered, voice shaking. "I want to feel all of you."

He met her gaze.

And then unbuckled his pants with one hand.

She watched.

She couldn't not watch.

When his cock sprung free, heavy and hard, her mouth parted again without meaning to.

She remembered its weight. The scent. The thick heat in her palm weeks ago—how it pulsed in her fingers as she stroked Nikolai's cock in silence, heart pounding the entire time. But now, it looked even bigger, thicker and more aggressive.

Leona swallowed.

"Touch it," he ordered.

She obeyed, one hand curling around the shaft with a quiet breath. Her thumb dragged across the tip, catching the pre-cum already building there.

"Say it again," Nikolai said, eyes narrowing slightly. "So I know you haven't changed your mind."

She licked her lips, gaze still lowered. Then:

"I want you to fuck me, Nikolai."

"No, not that Leona... we both know you want more than that."

Leona seemed confused for a moment, her ginger hair tussled over her shoulder, with sweat dripping down her cheek.

That's when her eyes opened with a flash of light.

"...I want to become yours!"

Her voice was rough—almost a growl.

That was enough.

His eyes locked on hers—sharp, glowing, with hunger. He shifted forward, grip tightening under Leona's thigh as he leaned in—

Knock knock.

Both froze.

Leona's body tensed under him. Her tail jolted once and coiled around her thigh in pure embarrassment.

The knock came again—firm, not rushed, but not something that he could ignore.

Nikolai didn't move.

But his expression became dark, filled with a silent anger, something dangerous flickering in the depths of his eyes.

"...Go away," he said flatly, loud enough for whoever was outside the door.

A pause.

Then the voice of one of the older servants—a male, unsure—filtered through the wood. "Apologies, my lord. Urgent letter… sealed with the Drago Clan's mark."

Nikolai exhaled slowly through his nose. His jaw twitched.

"Leave it outside the door. Don't knock again."

The door became quiet, a sound of someone fumbling in panic.

"Yes, my lord."

Footsteps retreated.

Leona lay beneath him, still half-naked, cheeks burning, unsure whether to sit up or vanish.

Nikolai didn't move for a long second. Then he leaned down until their noses almost touched, his voice low.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Her heart thundered in her chest.

She shook her head.

"I'll kill the next person who interrupts us," he muttered.

Then kissed her—slow, firm—and let all the tension bleed out through that moment.

His hand returned to her thigh, gripped it tighter this time, and he pulled her hips down toward him.

"Now… where were we?"

Leona didn't answer.

She breathed.

Shallow, quick — then deeper. Leonha's chest lifted, fell. Her eyes flicked over his face, no longer glassy with hesitation but sharper, heavier, burning. Something changed behind them. Her tail uncoiled and thumped once against the sofa, then slid behind her like a rope pulling taut.

Nikolai blinked as her thighs tightened around his hips—tight enough to press him deeper into the couch—but she wasn't trembling now.

She was choosing.

And then she moved.

One smooth twist of her waist, and he was the one falling back. His shoulders hit the thick rug just beneath the edge of the sofa. It wasn't a throw — not violent — but it was decisive. He landed flat, hard cock still pulsing in the air as Leona's body followed.

She straddled him slowly, thighs spread wide over his hips, letting her weight sink until her bare ass pressed flush against his stomach. Her hair was wild across her cheeks, face still flushed, but her mouth curled into a small, breathy smile that was nothing like the nervous woman she'd been seconds ago.

"You said to stay still," she whispered.

Her voice didn't shake.

Her hips moved.

Not up and down, not needy thrusts — just a slow drag of her ass across the base of his cock, slippery and teasing, until the thick shaft rubbed against the crease of her cheeks and slid along her softness. Her breathing increased, and her hands pressed flat against his chest for balance.

"You think I'm always going to lie back for you?" she asked, though her voice was too soft to be taunting. "I've always wanted to do this..."

She looked down at him, narrowed gaze, lids heavy, and rolled her hips again, slower this time. His cock trapped between her sticky folds, not inside, but close. Her thighs squeezed, and a wet sound whispered between them.

"I want to feel it like this first. I want you to see me."

Her tail twitched behind her, back arched slightly, and she leaned forward — just enough for her breasts to hang, swaying faintly between them, nipples stiff in the cold air.

"You'll get what you want," she breathed, shifting her weight again. "But right now…"

Another long, drawn-out stroke of her ass over his shaft — slick, hot, precise.

"I will take what I want!"

And for the first time, Nikolai didn't push.

He watched.

And let her ride that fine edge between dominance and surrender.

'Enjoy it all you like, Leona.'