Chapter 21

21

T he moment Luna gets on her knees, I know she's about to rock my goddamn world. Again . One time can be written off as a mistake, but going for seconds? Not so much.

I shouldn't let it happen. Continuing to get physical with her could compromise the mission, not to mention the fact that it's wrong on so many levels. She isn't even human , for fucks sake. But right now, on her knees before me licking her lips and gazing up at me with those whiskey-brown eyes, she's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

Despite what I should do, I don't make any move to stop her when she reaches forward to tuck her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, nor do I resist when she tugs them down, my rock-hard cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and bobbing in front of her face. She lights up with excitement as she wraps a lithe hand around my girth and gives it a languid stroke, my thigh muscles clenching as a jolt of pleasure rips through me.

"This is what I was thinking of when I touched myself," she confesses as she strokes me in her warm palm, staring at my package with hearts in her eyes. Then she lifts her gaze to meet mine again, lips curling in a smirk. "You're a total douchebag, but you've got a nice dick."

"And you've got a smart-ass mouth, but it seems you've worked out another use for it," I murmur, reaching down to thread my fingers into her light blonde hair. Holding her eye contact, I tug on the strands to tilt her head back. "Open up, Luna."

I thrust my hips forward to claim her mouth the instant she complies with my directive, her plush lips parting around the smooth head of my cock to welcome me in. She swirls her tongue around the tip, then opens her throat to take me deeper as I slowly feed her an inch at a time, savoring the sensation. I can't deny that I've fantasized about this exact scenario, and her mouth feels even better than I imagined it would; so warm and wet and inviting that all the air leaves my lungs on a shuddered exhale, my pulse taking off at a gallop.

"Fuck," I growl, tightening my fingers in her hair as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

I'm too big for her to take it all, but she's still gripping the base, matching her strokes with each bob of her head so that her fist functions as an extension of her mouth. It feels fucking awesome, but I can't completely let go and enjoy it. Not when I know she's up to something.

Sure enough, I catch the movement of her free hand from the corner of my eye as she slyly reaches down to fumble with the jeans bunched around my ankles.

Yeah, I clocked the way she watched me tuck the keys to the cell door in my pocket after I locked it. Her gaze lingered a little too long, which was why I discreetly slipped the keys back out right before I dropped my pants. They're safely concealed in my fist at my side while my other hand is still buried in her hair, guiding her head up and down over my cock.

I'll bet she thinks she's clever. Too bad I saw her sneaky little game from a mile away, and getting my dick wet while playing it is just an added bonus. Whatever plan she's got wouldn't have worked anyways- even if she did manage to get out of this cell, she'd have the coded lock at the top of the stairs to contend with. Then a house full of hunters who are specially trained to annihilate her species. The girl wouldn't stand a chance.

In a way, I'm actually protecting her by keeping her locked up. I'm the only thing standing between her and the bloodthirsty soldiers upstairs who still feel they're owed a pound of flesh for the full moon massacre. I've yet to take my own vengeance, but maybe in some twisted way I'm taking it right now. I've brought the enemy to her knees. Her mouth is stuffed full of my cock, and I'm using her body to take my own pleasure. I've degraded and debased her, threatened her, locked her in a cage… and yet somewhere along the way, my revenge plot took a turn I didn't see coming. Because it all just makes me question my own beliefs and feel even emptier.

This is the only thing that makes me feel alive. Our push and pull, a sadistic game of cat and mouse. Predator and prey.

Luna starts bobbing up and down faster, slurping and sucking and taking me deeper like she's really getting into it. Feels great, but it's an obvious distraction tactic. At the same time, her fingers scrabble at the denim of my jeans to find the pocket, searching for the keys to her freedom.

Tightening my grip on her hair, I abruptly yank her head back, her lips releasing my tip with a loud pop as her wide eyes fly up to meet mine. I lift my other hand above her head to dangle the keys right in front of her face tauntingly.

"Nice try," I deadpan, closing my fist around the keys as I roughly release her hair. Her shiny, swollen lips twist in a scowl, and I grab for her arm instead, tugging her up to stand and crowding into her space.

"Fucking asshole," she spits, glaring daggers at me as I pull her in closer, my hard-on prodding her hip.

For a second I swear I see a flicker of gold in her irises, but I can't be sure because at the same time, a stabbing pain lances through my skull. Though I've cut back on my drinking, this damn headache persists. I fight back a wince, gritting my teeth as the throbbing in my brain slowly starts to ebb.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," I murmur.

She snorts a laugh, pressing a palm to my chest to try to shove me away. Too bad she can't move me a fucking inch.

"You really think I'm gonna let you fuck me now?" Luna scoffs.

I lean down, bringing our faces closer until our lips are a whisper apart. "Don't act like you aren't dripping for it."

"Ugh!" she huffs, shoving me again, and this time, I let her go.

Taking a step back, I nod to the concrete wall running alongside her cot. "Show me."

She scrunches her nose, eyes narrowing. "What?"

I wrap a hand around my shaft, stroking it absently as I stare into her eyes. "Go put your hands on the wall, drop your panties, and bend over. Show me how wet you are for this cock, beastie."

Her lips part on a shallow gasp, a pretty blush rising to her cheeks. As stubborn as she is, though, she can't deny what she truly wants any more than I can. It seems we're both slaves to our impulses, hopelessly ensnared in this web of forbidden desire.

I see it in her eyes the moment she decides to give in. They're still blazing with defiance even as she spins on a heel and struts over to the wall at the end of the cot, holding her head high like she's the one calling the shots here. In some ways, she is. She might be my prisoner, but she's no innocent victim. She's the serpent with the apple, tempting me to take a bite. She enticed me down here with that little show for the camera, and now she's the one with the power to hit the gas or pump the brakes on whether this goes further.

She hits the gas, shoving her panties down her hips and slapping her hands against the concrete. Bending at the waist, she arches her back and parts her thighs, giving me a perfect view of her pretty pussy from behind. And it's fucking glistening .

I chuckle to myself in smug satisfaction as I close the distance between us, still fisting my hard dick. "That's what I thought," I murmur as I come up behind her, reaching out to grip her hip with the same hand that's holding the keys to the cell. Something tells me she'll enjoy the little bite of pain that comes from the metal digging into her flesh as I fuck her; a bitter reminder of how close her freedom actually is, while still just out of reach. It's fucking poetic, if you ask me.

Still gripping my thick shaft with my other hand, I guide the head between her slick folds, lubricating the tip with her arousal. "So fucking desperate for cock, aren't you, Luna?"

She whips her head sideways to shoot me a cutting glare over her shoulder. "Just shut up and put it in me."

With a hard snap of my hips, I bury myself deep in her perfect cunt, letting out a low groan as her tight heat envelops me. The sound that falls from her own lips is downright pornographic, and I don't even have a chance to consider taking it easy on her when she uses the wall for leverage and pushes back into me, her greedy pussy swallowing every inch.

Goddamn it's good. Too good, because there's no way in hell I can hold back from taking exactly what I want, gripping her hips and fucking her hard and fast up against the wall. She rocks back to meet every thrust, giving as good as she gets, and each whimper and cry of pleasure is like music to my ears, mingling with my own moans and echoing around us in the hollow space of the cell.

"You fucking like that?" I grit out, slamming into her over and over like a man possessed.

"Fuck yes," she pants, arching her back and reaching over her head to tug on my hair. "Harder!"

I always fuck from behind like this because it lets me maintain a sense of detachment, but I've never wanted to turn someone around so much; to look into my little beastie's eyes and see every expression cross her face as she takes my cock like only she can.

Keeping a tight grip on her hips, I give it to her harder, faster, until her legs are trembling so much that they start buckling beneath her. I press her tighter into the wall to keep her in place, and before long she's screaming through a body-shaking orgasm that sets off my own, stars exploding behind my eyelids as I bury myself deep and paint her insides with my cum.

By the time I catch my breath and pull out, we're both a little dazed, but she recovers faster than I do. Elbowing me out of the way, she slips past me to grab her leggings from the end of the cot, cleaning up the mess between her thighs before tossing them at me.

"Wash those for me, will ya?" she asks, all fucking sass.

I cut her a glare as I stoop to pull my boxers and jeans back on. "What do you think this is, a laundry service?" I grumble.

She clasps her hands in front of her, batting her lashes. "Please?"

"I'll see what I can do," I murmur, wadding up the fabric in my hands. "Sit tight, I'll bring you a pair of shorts for now."

"And they say chivalry is dead," she jokes, winking at me as she rounds the side of her cot and drops down onto the edge.

I cast her a withering look, then turn to head for the door, unlocking it and slipping out of her cell. Once it's securely re-locked from the outside, I make my way upstairs and go straight to my room to toss her leggings in the hamper and grab her a pair of shorts, but the sound of unfamiliar voices coming from the back of the house gives me pause. I freeze for a moment, listening intently as a prickle of warning makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Then curiosity gets the best of me and I change course, leaving the shorts on my bed and heading toward the living room to investigate.

As soon as I walk in and sweep my gaze over the nine strangers seated on the sofas with my father, I realize exactly who they are.

"You must be the reinforcements," I say as I make my way over to them, more than a little fucking irritated that my dad didn't give me a heads-up as to the fact they were arriving today.

The closest guy shoots to his feet as I approach, holding out a hand. "Gary Leeson, explosives expert," he greets.

My brows shoot up and my head snaps in my dad's direction. "Explosives?"

He nods his head, his expression impassive. "Sit down, son. We have a lot to talk about."