The Scorned Luna-Chapter 68: Will You Let Me

He threw her on the bed, his mouth never leaving hers as his large, calloused hands tore at the buttons of the drab maid’s uniform. The cheap fabric gave way with a satisfying rip, exposing her heavy, cream-colored breasts to the cool air of the room.

​He groaned into her mouth, his teeth grazing her lip as he slid her down until her foot touched the ground. Alaric dropped to his knees between her thick, spread thighs, his emerald eyes dark with a hunger that was bordering on madness.

​"I’ve spent all day imagining how you taste," he rasped, his voice a gravelly vibration. "I’m going to find the truth of you right here."

​He didn’t wait for her permission. He grabbed her voluptuous hips, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he pulled her forward. He shoved her underwear aside and buried his face into her dripping, swollen pussy.

​Sofia let out a broken, high-pitched scream, her head thunking back against the pillow as his tongue made contact with her clit. It wasn’t like anything she had ever felt. Where Damien was frantic and punishing, Alaric was a master. He used his tongue with a slow, agonizing precision, swirling around her heat before diving deep inside her.

​"Alpha... Alaric... please!" she sobbed, her fingers tangling in his snowy-white hair, trying to pull him closer and push him away at the same time.

​He ignored her pleas, his growls muffled by her wetness. He was eating her with a starving intensity, his tongue lashing over her sensitive bud until her curvy frame began to thrash against the bed. He drank her down like he was dying of thirst, savoring the taste of her arousal and the scent of the woman he was beginning to realize he wanted so badly.

​Sofia felt the climax building. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue, milking him as she let out a long, shuddering moan that echoed through the silent suite. Just as she peaked, her body arching off the floor, Alaric reached up and covered her mouth with his hand to stifle her screams, his eyes locked onto hers, watching the pleasure shatter her.

​He didn’t stop until she was limp and trembling, her heavy breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He pulled back, his face glistening with her essence, looking every bit the brutal, primal Alpha he was rumored to be.

​"You are a drug, Sofia," he whispered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "And I think I’m already addicted."

The cool air of the room hit Sofia’s damp skin, acting like a bucket of ice water to her senses. The fog of pleasure cleared instantly, replaced by a sharp, stinging wave of reality. Her eyes darted to the ripped fabric of her uniform on the floor.

​What have I done? She scrambled backward on the bed, her breath coming in ragged hitches as she tried to pull the torn grey cotton over her heavy, flushed breasts. Her hands shook so violently she could barely grip the cloth. This was Alaric. Damien’s mentor and uncle. The most feared Alpha in the North. And she had just let him use her like the "fuck slave" Damien claimed she was.

​"I... I have to go," she whispered, her voice trembling with regret. She slid off the bed, her thick thighs feeling heavy and weak as she fumbled to dress herself, her mind racing.

​Alaric stood up slowly, his massive, tattooed frame casting a long shadow over her. He didn’t look ashamed; he looked invigorated, his emerald eyes still burning with that terrifying intensity. "Sofia, wait."

​"No," she choked out, turning away from him. "This was a mistake. I’m a slave, Alaric. I’m a murderer in everyone’s eyes. You’re just... you’re supposed to be his uncle."

​"I told you," Alaric said, his voice dropping into a steady, grounding vibration. He reached out, his hand hovering near her curvy shoulder before he let it drop. "I don’t care about the titles. And I don’t believe the lies. I like you, Sofia. More than I should for someone I met hours ago."

​Sofia froze, a bitter, hysterical laugh bubbling up in her throat. She looked at him—at his snowy-white hair and the raw power in his stance—and felt like she was trapped in some twisted fever dream.

​Is he serious? She wondered, her mind spinning. First Alexander, now Alaric. It felt like some impossible reincarnation story. For years, she had been invisible or despised because of her size and now, suddenly, these powerful, apex men were acting as if they were obsessed with her plus-size curves. Was she daydreaming? Had the trauma finally broken her mind?

​"You like me?" she challenged, her voice rising with a defensive edge. She gestured to her voluptuous hips and the marks on her skin. "You can’t be serious. Is this just a quest to fuck me? To tick ’the slave’ off your bucket list?"

​Alaric’s expression didn’t flicker. He stepped into her space, his scent of cedar and smoke enveloping her, forcing her to look up at him.

​"I don’t know what kind of men you’ve dealt with, Sofia, but I am not them," he stated firmly. "I have no interest in ’bucket lists’ or games. My wolf liked you the moment you stepped out of that car. I like your strength. I like the way you look at me even when you’re afraid. And yes," his gaze darkened as it swept over her full, soft body, "I like every single inch of you." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

​Sofia swallowed hard, her heart hammering. She wanted to believe him, but the walls she had built to survive were too thick. "It’s not possible," she whispered. "Men like you... you don’t love girls like me."

​"Then I’ll spend the rest of my time here proving you wrong," Alaric vowed, his hand finally connecting with her chubby cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

"I will fight for you, Sofia. I want to claim you as mine and take you out of this shithole."

​He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, his breath hitching as his gaze fell to her full, trembling lips.

​"The only question is... will you let me?"

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