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Chasing Luna

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Charlie has been the Alpha of the Appalachian Pack for 8 years now and has still not found his mate. He has traveled the country and continent meeting with every pack, signing treaties, making peace, taking population counts, and doing all things expected of an Alpha.... except producing an heir to take over. Charlie has had to prove his strength and leadership abilities time and time again, with many pack Alphas and several wanna be omegas.... Charlie needs his mate, he is starting to lose his grip on his pack, on everything he has worked for to make all Wolves strong again, even on his own wolf spirit... why does the Goddess torment him so, why is his mate so elusive? Will he ever find her....... will she find him before he loses everything.....

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:Charlie: I woke with a start, drenched in sweat and fully erect; my blankets on the floor, the sheet twisted around my legs. I blinked in the hazy light filtering through my window, trying to see her, forcing my mind to envision her until she became real. Haunter of every sleeping moment and half my waking ones, my own personal goddess of s****l torment. I closed my eyes and ripped the soaking sticky sheet from my naked body. The moisture on my shaft still warm and slick. I stumbled across the room, barely aware of opening the door to my bathroom, and stepped into the shower, turning only the left knob. The heat was intense, almost unbearable, but it had the desired effect of soothing my tensed muscles and throbbing member. I tried to relax my mind, aching to see her again, knowing it would only be a dream, and yet not awake enough to care. It worked, my mind and body rejoiced in the vision. Her long hair was dark with water, tangled against her pink skin and covering her creamy breasts. Her hips were wide and plump, c****d to one side as she grinned at me through the water. Her eyes seared into my soul, gray-blue and smokey as she appraised me. I reached for her, desperate to feel her skin on mine. She stepped into my arms, placing her cool hands on my neck as she pressed her body slowly against me, thrusting her hips forward as she pressed her full and eager lips to mine. My shaft pinned between us, my tongue tangled with her, she began to move side to side, torturing me as always. I groaned in her mouth, and reached down to her full thighs, gripping her hard, pulling her tight against me for a moment before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I felt her lips curl into a smile when her new position placed her lower lips against the base of my shaft. Her heat was enough to send me over the edge, I jerked in surprise and self-hatred as she laughed like a self-satisfied cat. I growled, nipping her bottom lip with my teeth before raising her slowly up my chest, letting her lower lips anoint my member until the tip was enveloped and just inside her luscious wet cave. Her sudden inhale and held breath was all the answer I needed to my paused movement. I thrust my hips into her while pulling her down hard, again and again until we fought for breath between kisses. She cried out in orgasm twice before I allowed myself to even contemplate filling her. As we worked our bodies together, building toward the apex, she moved her lips from mine, turning to my neck to bite gently into my pulsing artery. The sensation was quintessential and all too brief, but she followed up with a harder bite in the curve between neck and shoulder, suckling the area even as her teeth pressed into me, marking me as hers. I had to do the same, the basest desire between mates to mark each other with scent and a visible mark. I grazed her neck with my teeth nipping every few centimeters, leaving a trail of red marks down her neck until I reached the same space on her collar, I took her skin and muscle between my teeth, pressing slowly into her until she quivered in pleasure against me. Since my teeth were gentle, the sucking pressure I exhibited on her was not, I pulled long and hard, repeatedly, pulling her pulsing blood through the very pores of her skin. Her scent grew stronger with every pull, her body trembled against mine, her walls tightening around my member as I pumped into her. Our scents mingled in my nose, twisting together until they were indistinguishable from one another. Her sweetened blood grazed my tongue as I continued to mark her neck, claiming her again as mine. My body and mind were consumed with her, consumed with the task before us, she couldn’t escape me now, she was mine forever with this next orgasm. The tension between us peaking, her moans of pleasure against my neck turning to whimpered cries as she began to gush around me, a few more strokes was all I needed now, another hard press deep inside her, one last thrust as she came around me, almost forcing me out with the flood of her pleasure, the final pounding of my shaft deep within her core…. *Knock*Knock*Knock*

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