The Rogue Anthology

Appendix 7 - His Mute Luna

~ George grovels to Grace after apologising to Morgan. Takes place after Chapter 29 of His Mute Luna ~

George

I left my son's home feeling a deep sigh of relief. My step was lighter and, knowing who was waiting for me at home, swifter also. I had felt my lowest this morning, when I woke alone having been made to sleep in my office. All my mistakes of the previous day came bearing down on me, crushing me with guilt.

But, I had righted my wrongs with Morgan and June, now, it was on to my mate. We had several hours before our family dinner this afternoon, which meant several hours of worship. My wolf, Granite, was adamant about having Grace's legs wrapped around our face when we got home and I would do whatever it took to make it a reality.

Stepping through our front door, our home was entirely silent.

'The tease. Our wild rose is enticing us,' Granite paced, shivering in anticipation.

'Where are you hiding, angel?' I called out, playing into her game.

'If my little Alpha can't follow his nose, then there's truly no hope for you,' she chirped in her beautiful sing-song voice.

I let our bond guide me, upstairs to our bedroom, a space I had sorely missed last night. Opening the door, the sight of my mate, languidly stretched out on our bed, elicited a deep growl from my chest. Her eyes were on me the instant the door closed, smirking at the heated reaction from my wolf. No words passed between us, our gaze remaining fixed.

"It's rude to stare, Alpha."

Grace

My legs still quivered, threatening to give way and my hand steadied myself against the wall. Damn that man for sending my brain haywire…

'Like you resisted. You initiated it,' Gardenia huffed in laughter. 'And you better get ready to end it, too. Our little Alpha has a lot to make up for.'

'I think something rougher this time. The rope restraints? What do you think?'

She growled in approval, so I took off upstairs, making sure the door was closed behind me. I grabbed everything I needed from the drawer and threw them on the bed, heading to the bathroom next. I looked over my appearance in the mirror, running my fingers through the roots of my hair to give it more volume. I left the small white flowers incorporated into the thin braids of my hair, George always loved them. Searching through my make-up box, I finally found my tinted balm, dabbing a drop on my lips and cheeks. Next, I dotted a small amount of the wild rose essence, from the vial, onto my mark. I had learnt to make it with the wiccan Family. It always sent George and his wolf a little more feral, like an aphrodisiac.

My white dress was the next to go, along with stripping my underwear off. I retrieved the body chain from the bed and fixed it into position. Made of white gold, it fastened around my neck like a necklace and draped down my cleavage, adorned with crystal flowers. Six more thin chains hung from the last flower, that split into three and fastened around to my back, hanging in loops. I turned in the mirror, looking over myself; not bad for a 52 year old she-wolf.

The waiting was killing me, propped up on the bed. When I began to feel an elation spread through my chest, I knew George had apologised. It wouldn't be long now, he would be home and I would be ready to have him on his knees.

Dinner wasn't until 3pm, we had several hours ahead of us. Plenty of time for begging.

When I heard the front door open, I shot up in a sitting position, quickly arranging myself ready for when he came through the door. Stretching my legs out to pop my hip, I made sure my hair was flipped over my shoulder so nothing hid his view of my naked figure or his mark on my neck. After a little enticing, he pounded up the steps, throwing the door open and slowly closing it behind him with purpose.

The deep rumble in his chest vibrated the very air around him, shivering my insides. His nostrils flared, scenting the air and picking up on the wild rose essence I had applied. I stared into his deep brown eyes swirling with black, daring him to move first.

"It's rude to stare, Alpha," I taunted.

With slow commanding steps, he neared the bed, reaching out to slide his hand up my leg. I let him, waiting until he reached the top of my thigh and his fingers eager to ascend further, to dip between my folds. I kicked his hand away, shoving him back with my foot.

"Strip," I commanded. He knew the rules here and how this would proceed, not that he wouldn't try to fight it just a little.

With my knees slightly bent, I parted my legs, letting him see his prize, and propped myself up on my elbows. He exhaled loudly, a hint of a growl. He began to pull his shirt off, already making his first mistake. George knew the rules all too well, he was playing deliberately. I closed my legs, not just to deny him his view. It was a signal that if he didn't behave, there would be no reward.

"Strip," I enunciated each letter, waiting for his correct response.

"Yes, my Luna," he bit out with an edge.

Slowly he undid his belt, my eyes sweeping over his bare chest with the perfect amount of chest hair. 57 years old and still very much in his prime. He was as handsome as the day he stumbled towards me at the waterfall, tripping over his feet and his words. George stepped out of his pants and underwear, completely naked and ready for me.

"On your knees," I slid to the edge of the bed, waiting for him to comply.

"Yes, my Luna," his eyes sparkled, knowing what would happen.

I stood, taking slow steps to stand over him, and ran my fingers through his auburn curls and along his strong jaw, appreciating his short beard. His hands slid up my thighs, a trailing heat tingling in their wake from our bond. The rough pads of his fingers cupped my ass, kneading and massaging my cheeks.

My increasingly damp folds lay just in front of him, at eye level, waiting solely for him.

“Does my Alpha want a taste?”

"Yes, my Luna," his eyes swirled black.

His face surged forward, his tongue parting me upon contact and sliding the full length from my clit to my entrance. I almost buckled under the intensity. If it were not for his hands on my behind, I would have landed on my back. Not once did he look away from me, keeping my gaze fixated with his as he suckled and nipped on my clit. My head rolled back when his tongue entered me deeply, caressing my insides as far as he could reach. One hand took over stimulating my clit and his other reached up to my breast, teasing in synchronicity with his tongue’s rhythm. My fingers clung to his hair, pushing his face further into me till my orgasm hit in a heated rippling wave. However, George didn’t stop, keeping me at the mercy of his ministrations.

‘Did my wild rose forget my promise?’ He teased. ‘I said I would thoroughly grovel between your thighs till you told me I was redeemed.’

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My back made contact with our bed, my legs thrown over George’s shoulders, unable to support myself anymore. His savage pace hadn’t relented and I was nearing the point where I couldn’t bear it anymore. A thin sheen of sweat coated my skin and his with our exertions.

“You’re forgiven!” I cried out, my voice hoarse. “Goddess, you’re forgiven.”

Panting, he crawled up my body, swirling each of my n*****s around his tongue on the way to my mouth. He flipped us over, pawing at my hips settled across his waist. Trying to calm my heart rate down, I reached across the bed with trembling fingers, my orgasm still twitching my muscles. I grabbed the rope restraints and snapped them in front of his face, his eyes lit up in an instant and I felt his erection grow damp where it snuggled between my tender folds.

“Was I that bad, my Luna?” He grinned, eager to play.

“You essentially told our son he couldn't have his mate, who he’s waited for his whole life for, and you said it in the stupidest way possible. Be thankful I'm not gagging your mouth,” I chuckled, nuzzling against him.

As the good boy he was, he lifted his arms above his head, ready. I slipped the loops around his wrists, pulling them tight and secured them around the headboard, deliberately pressing my breasts into his face. My fingertips ran the length of his arms and down to his chiselled and expansive chest. His taut skin displayed every ridge of pure dominant and Alpha muscle, all completely at my command and only mine. Scooting down his thighs, I followed the lines of his stomach, tracing each of his abs. I gripped his inner thighs, sliding back and forth along his V-lines and adoring his groans of pure arousal. His shaft oozed precum, begging me to taste the musky essence.

“How much does my Alpha want my mouth,” I uttered slowly, tracing the tip of my finger around his exposed head and trailing through the beading white fluid.

He sucked in a hissing breath, the headboard creaking as his arms pulled tight on instinct. I waited for his reply, not letting up with my touch around his most sensitive area.

“With everything I have, my Luna,” he groaned. “f**k, please…”

“Since you said ‘please’.”

I lightly traced my tongue up the underside of his member, kissing his reddish-purple engorged head. His whole body shuddered when I slipped his entire member deep into my throat, hallowing my cheeks and sucking him off. Just as his shaft thickened, rigid with his impending eruption, I released him from my mouth. He released a loud growl of frustration, glaring at me for disallowing him to come.

“Are you getting short with me, Alpha?” I tutted. “I can easily get changed and leave you here to think about your actions.”

“No, my Luna,” he growled, lowly. His eyes blazed with a playful fire.

“There’s my well-behaved boy,” I praised, hovering my hips over his tip and teasing it a little more by brushing my lower lips along his length.

I sank onto him, hard, taking him fully to his hilt and throwing my head back in euphoria. Rolling my hips, I tightened my walls to squeeze his member, feeling each one of his perfect inches inside of me. Our hips met, thrust for thrust, in speed and strength; savagery was always our particular flavour of intimacy. The ropes and wood of the headboard creaked, threatening to give way under my mate's force, his every arm and chest muscle flexing, wanting to reach out and grasp me. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, when every nerve and cell within my body set alight in ecstasy and pleasure, I felt George give one final hard thrust and release a feral roar, exploding himself within me.

Our lips met sloppily, the both of us breathing hard and rapid. I climbed off of him slowly, releasing his wrists and grasped each in turn, placing soft kisses on the red marks from friction burns.

He wrapped his arms around me, quietly unfastening my body chain and throwing it to the side. We lay together, in beautiful silence, simply listening to the other's heartbeat.

“Thank you, for going to Morgan," I whispered when I felt calmer. "I know what you’re like for admitting you’re wrong, and I really love you for sucking it up."

Normally, when he knew he was in the wrong, he would hate to admit it and simply grumble away to himself. Our Callum was the spitting image of him in that regard.

"I would do anything for my boys, and you, to keep you all safe," he cupped my jaw, stroking his thumb over my cheek. "Am I really forgiven?"

I nodded, leaning into his palm.

“Good," he flashed me a wicked grin. "Now I can misbehave a little.”

He flipped us over and got onto his knees, grasped my legs to throw over his shoulders and practically folded me in half. He filled me entirely in the same breath, hitting my cervix hard. I cried out at the sudden painful and excruciatingly marvellous pleasure.

“Does my Luna want more?”

“Yes, Alpha.”