Chapter 22- Luke and Miya 3

Third Person POV


Miya was holding Luke's hand, and the delicious sparks danced through Luke's system, making it difficult to think about anything other than the raging hard-on in his shorts.


Luke focused mightily on what he needed to talk about, and he asked, " Tell me about your family."


Miya was surprised by this question. “My family?" When Luke nodded, she thought for a moment before responding, "I have a mother, a father,
and an elder brother. They are all at the River Blue pack."


"Are you close to them?"

"Yes. We are a tight unit.", Miya responded, and a smile sneaked at the corner of her lips as she thought about her parents and brother.


“My brother Jason is the beta of the pack. Since he is yet to have a mate, I sometimes help him with the beta duties”. Miya explained. In times past, she sometimes hated the fact that she had to help him out but today she is glad that she came here instead of him.



"I assume there is a reason why you want to know about my family.", Miya said.


“Yes, you must have heard things about our pack. Those aren’t rumors. My father the Alpha has become a dictator and life here can be very hard. I am not sure if you would like to stay here with me. I not sure what your family will say about that.” Luke explained to Miya. As much as he would like her here, he can’t force her.


Luke cupped Miya's cheek with his palm and continued, "You have no idea how happy I am that I found you." And horny also. "l didn't want us to seal our bond with marking without you understanding what's coming. That's all."


The knots in Miya's stomach loosened as Luke's words dispelled her insecurities. She leaned into his palm and smiled.

"Thank you for telling me." Luke licked his lips nervously. "So... are you OK with that?" There was much more, but he couldn't tell her. Not yet.

"Honestly., Miya paused and rubbed her cheek against his palm. His scent, his touch, his warmth, the sparks.. everything was rewiring her brain and she was confident that he can smell
her arousal. "Even if you tell me that your pack requires regular blood sacrifice, I will agree to it.


It was crazy as they just met, but every fiber of her being was telling her that her future was with Luke.


Luke heard stories of mates not willing to leave their pack and family, and he was relieved that Miya was so easy to get along with.

Their eyes met, and the carefree atmosphere changed in an instant. They were in Luke's room, and as newly-found mates, both of them knew why they came here. Their bond was solidifying by the second and urging them to get closer... much closer than they were. Miya's heart was beating in her ears, and she was confident that Luke could hear it.

"Luke."., Miya called breathily.

"Yes?"

"I think this is the part where we kiss Luke's pupils dilated and his ears turned red. It's happening!


They were sitting on the same sofa, holding hands, and Miya was staring at him, so of course, she noticed.

"Luke?"

He swallowed hard. "Yes?" His voice came out a bit squeaky.

"Did you ever kiss a girl?" Luke's whole face exploded in a blush and Miya's eyes widened in realization He didn't!


Miya heard about werewolves that refuse to have any sexual relationship with anyone and kept themselves for thier mate. Miya thought such people existed at this present time. But apparently her mate is one.


At the sight of his flustered expression, it was obvious that he never kissed a girl. Isn't he the best?

Luke was handsome, powerful, smart, kind, and untouched by a woman. If she ever pictured the man from her dreams, he would still fall short compared to Luke who smelled of spices, the sweetest kind.

Miya regretted not saving herself for him. It's not that Miya was changing partners often, but she had a few boyfriends and. it didn't matter. But
What if it matters to him? What if he hates her? She pushed those thoughts away. What was done was done and she looked at the handsome man in front of her who was blushing profusely, and she couldn't stop herself from saying. “You are mine” Luke, He really was.



Luke wanted to say that she was his, but there was a big lump stuck in his throat and Miya was approaching him slowly and he sat there frozen without. moving a muscle.


"Relax, Luke", Miya's oud infused breath splashed on his lips as she leaned into him. "We are mates. No matter what you do, it can't be wrong."

He didn't move as she pecked his lips once, twice... the electric charges jolted both of their brains, rewiring them in craving to embrace each
other, and their arms moved in unison as Luke pulled Miya closer until her two soft mounds pressed against his firm pecs.


This kissing thing... he liked it.

Miya was obviously the more experienced one between the two of them, so Luke let her take the lead and she was pleased that Luke picked up
what to do immediately.


Their light pecks became longer as their lips moved in sensual dance that made their hairs stand on ends. Everything was amplified by the pull of their bond and those addictive sparks Miya's tongue glided along the seam between Luke's lips and when their tongues connected, both of them inhaled sharply.

There was an otherworldly mix of oud and spices that was unique to them, and within seconds they were inhaling each other's breaths.

It was not Miya's first kiss, far from it. But she never sensed anything like this, and she knew that no other guy would ever come close to Luke. They were made for each other, and she loved
the way his hand pressed on her waist Even the smallest movements were just right, and she craved for more.


"Luke...", Miya called between kisses. Should we move to the bed?"

Luke swallowed a mouthful of air and responded with a single sharp nod.

Bed. Yes! Thousand times YES! His insides shook. It's happening! Miya stood up first and turned her back to him.

Luke was disappointed that Miya was out of his embrace, and he swiftly stood up to follow her. His erection was sticking out and stretching his
shorts, Like a pointer that showed him which way to go, but he was too distracted to care about concealing it.

He wanted to hold Miya's hand, but both of her hands gathered at her chest level, and he wondered what she was doing. Was she praying? Is she a religious person? All
werewolves he met so far worship the Moon Goddess but what if Miya was different?

One step away from the bed, Miya turned on her heel to face him, and Luke's eyes widened to the point of hurting at the sight of Miya's unbuttoned dress that revealed her chest all the way to her navel.
She was not praying, but she was undoing her dress! Luke felt that his prayers were answered.
He watched without breathing as Miya's dress slipped from her shoulders down her body until it
bunched around her feet.
With her dress on, Luke could see that Miya's body was impressive, but now that it was on full display with only a dark brown bikini that looked like the most alluring lingerie, Luke realized that Miya's body is beyond beautiful.
His palms become sweaty. Can he touch her? Won't he disturb that perfection if he touches her?

Miya enjoyed Luke's flustered appearance. No one ever looked at her that way.

His arousal was obvious, and his eyes stirred with admiration and passion, and she knew that he was nervous. Well, she was nervous as well, but it was his first time, so she assumed that he was in a worse state compared to her.




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