Adrian's POV continues
I grip her waist and lift her up, her legs lock on my waist and arms around my neck. I turn to Mirabelle, with my hands supporting Camilla's body, “Madam MMA fight organiser, challenge or not, tell whoever wants to take a swing at my Luna they'll be dead before they let out the first strike. I'm not fucking kidding.” I warn.
Mirabelle grimaces, her excitement dying out. “I-”
“I don't want Camilla hurt under any circumstance and whosoever so much as thinks of injuring my baby, they might as well pick the color of their coffin.” I hiss, walking away with Camilla in my arms.
Reprimanding her for putting herself at risk like that, if she lets anyone question her merit as my luna, I'll have them tied up in the penitentiary and tear them from limp to limp until there's nothing left of them. It's that simple, I don't care if it leaves me with half a pack, I will annihilate whoever wants to disturb her peace.
I carry her all the way to my room and set her down on the sofa, she stares at me silently. Is she mad at me? She was the one who put her life in danger, I am not against her keeping establishing strength as long as she doesn't get hurt doing it.
“Hands up.” I ordered.
Taken aback she shakes her head. “What?”
I didn't expect those to be the first words I say after reprimanding her all the way up here but they are and so I go with them. “This is definitely not the time to dispute me Mia, just do what I ask you to do and save your inner brat for later.”
She doesn't speak, instead she raises her hands like I asked and I grin. I grip the rim of her sports bra and take it off her, ignoring the bruises and tiny cuts on body as I do so. I tell myself I'm proud of her and these are her battle scars, many people don't think she's capable of handling the pack as a luna but I know she is.
Camilla is strong, kind and empathetic, those are the only qualities she needs to be a successful leader and I'll be here every step of the way when mom hands over every Luna duty to her. I will stand by her and watch her blossom into the Luna the pack needs. She'll be softer than my mother but that's okay, it's her essence and I'm certain she'll do an excellent job.
“Now the leggings.” I told her.
She hesitates but stands, reaching for her leggings slowly, she yanks them down.
She's not wearing panties underneath, I take a whiff of the air that is now filled with the scent of her arousal. In that moment my cock is pressing against my zipper, beseeching to break free and pound into her relentlessly. I ran my eyes over her body, the bruises she had on her from the week we spent locked up in my room are nowhere to be seen, I feel a need to bruise her once again just so I can relish in how mine she is, how she pleads with me to leave marks on her when I fuck her.
I take her hand and lead her to my bathroom, I ran her a bath this morning but she never showed up, the bath bomb is still in there, only the water is colder now.
I drain the water and run her another bath, “Get in.”
“I want to take a shower.”
I nod, “Okay, go on. I'll order dinner, what would you like?”
She steps into the shower, turning the cold water on, she doesn't flinch when the water touches her skin. She simply lets the water wash over her as she stares at me, “Hmm,” She pauses, her gaze zeroing every inch of me. If that doesn't make it harder, I don't know what could. “You..um, you could order pizza with all the toppings?” She finally says, her body shivering for a second.
“Alright, I'll be back soon.”
When I return to the bedroom, she's still in the bathroom, singing to herself. The song is familiar, but her voice is off key on so many levels. I twist the bathroom door and enter, she's in the Jacuzzi playing with the bubbles as she sings off key to Ed Sheeran's 'Lego House.'
“Aren't you a talented singer?” I grin, leaning against the door.
“I feel like you're mocking me but I am.” She frowns, her gaze drifting back to the bubbles. “Join me?” she asks.
I thought she'd never ask.
I slip out of my clothes, discarding them on the floor in a messy pile. Camilla watches with wonder as I stride to the jacuzzi, no words are said. She simply moves forward and switches on the shower as I get in, placing myself behind her. I pull her close to my body and relax, simply holding her as the warm water soothes my skin.
It was just the two of us far from the pack troubles coiled up in our world. This was all I've been missing when she was away, her scent, her warmth and the essence that was Milla. My eyes wandered on her body looking for where she was hurt and there were a few scratches that were going to heal within a few days.
Another thing I respect and found out she heals herself quickly, making me remember the suicide incident.
A shudder jerks my body with Mirabelle's crying face and her pale face of death. The moon goddess was giving me a chance to do right for the second time and this time I'll cut open my heart and hand it over in a silver platter if she demands.
“Adrian…” Milla trails off, unable to complete her whispers. I know she must be conjuring words in her head about my silence. Others could be silence and it means peace but my silence was chaos but she has no idea she's my greatest chaos.
“Shush. Don't speak. Stand on all fours.” My fingers slide to the lower parts of her body as she nods and drops on all fours while I cup her pussy mound.
“When I hit it, call me Daddy!” Hunter was fighting to be let out. Calm down bloody horny Wolf!
“Ye-s.” She whimpers with a stutter visibly shaken with cold from staying under the water.
My palm connected to her ass cheeks and I knew it would sting baldly as the flesh turned red from the act.
“The next time I hear you stutture I'm going to fuck you till you won't walk for a month.” I threatened and listened to her ragged breath and how goosebumps spread over her skin with her arousal permeating the air.
Milla was a worthy challenge. She never got enough and with each love making it never felt or tasted the same. She was like an addiction that keeps you coming for more no matter how many times you'll have it under control.
“Yes Adrian.”
“Now be a good girl. It's the time to be rewarded.” I let the water fall on us as I took the shampoo and spread it over her skin sultrily over every corner of her skin as the water fell through washing off evidence of my hard work.
In one swift push I slid into her warmth. “Fuck!” I cursed. Mia was fucking too tight, having her muscle walls clamped around me had me growing insane as guttural sounds escaped from my lips. I had to desire to cum immediately just from a simple movement.
She felt the same way with her head bent as she whimpered and moaned out loud shamelessly while I bucked my hips and began to move inside of her honey pot.
For close to ten minutes her knuckles had turned white as veins popped on my forehead. It was hard. Dammit it was the hardest ten minutes of my life. It felt like death. We were swimming in pleasure and the only realisation we weren't dead was the water that was a revival to keep us in check.
“Daddy!” She exclaimed and turned limp as her knees gave way almost falling before I caught her and slammed her to my chest hugging her so hard it would need a thousand and one Alpha's to take her away from me.
”You're mine!” I place a peck to her full lips with a plastered grin.
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