The Alpha's Secret Luna

Chapter 779: Gentle Surrender (R18)

Content Warning: This Chapter contains explicit, consensual sexual content intended for mature readers (18+), including anal intimacy.

If this isn’t your preference, feel free to skip this Chapter. Any important emotional or plot developments will be covered in later Chapters.

Chapter 778: Gentle Surrender

13 Days To Go

While Victoria and her people sat together at dinner, discussing the demise of the pack in the north, the leaders of that very pack were in bed, on the verge of exploring new depths of intimacy.

Orion searched Sophia’s face carefully, his thumb brushing over her flushed cheek. The vulnerability shining in her eyes made his chest tighten with fierce protectiveness.

"Shorty," he said softly, his voice low and steady, "if at any point you feel even the slightest discomfort or pain, tell me immediately, okay?"

Sophia nodded, then smirked. "Are you going to make it uncomfortable?" she asked him.

Orion huffed a laugh and shook his head.

"I want to say it’s not me, but then I think I could also be a part of it even if done unintentionally. But... not everyone likes it, shorty. I wouldn’t want you to risk being uncomfortable with me just because you want to try something I want to try with you."

"And who said I don’t want to try it with you too?" she asked him. "It’s not just you, Mr. Ogre. It’s me too. I want to try it with you. I want to try everything with you."

Orion stared at her, then his lips kicked up in a smile.

"Mr. Ogre?" he asked her.

"Well... if the shoe fits?"

He chuckled, then leaned down and kissed her slowly, deeply. Sophia responded to his touch as usual, pulling him closer like she could never get enough of him.

When she finally released him, Orion smiled.

"Have I told you just how much I love how possessive you are of me?" he asked her.

Sophia chuckled at that. "Imagine not liking it. I would whoop you."

He chuckled, then placed a soft kiss against her lips. When he pulled back, his eyes held hers.

"We’re going to take this very slowly, short woman," he said.

Sophia rolled her eyes, but her smile grew at the nickname. Orion noticed that too.

"You should know you are in control. I meant it when I said you should tell me if you feel any discomfort."

Sophia noticed the earnest look in his eyes and nodded.

Orion gently flipped her over onto her stomach and palmed her ass with one large hand, savoring how soft it was and how perfectly it fit in his palm. He leaned down and placed tender kisses on both cheeks, giving each one his undivided attention.

Sophia sighed and pushed back toward him. She was enjoying this as much as he was.

He used his hands to spread her ass, exposing her tight hole for him. Then, once more, he dove in with his tongue, eating her like she was his favorite meal—which she probably was.

"Fuck," she moaned softly.

He kneaded her cheeks as he continued, his tongue working her with patient, deliberate strokes. Sophia couldn’t help it. She liked it—more than liked it even. Heat pooled low in her belly, spreading through her limbs.

Just then, Orion lifted his mouth and trailed slow, wet kisses up her back until he reached her ear.

"I need you to get my fingers wet for you," he said, showing them to her.

Sophia nodded eagerly and took the first finger into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over it the way she would his cock, sucking gently before moving to the second. She continued lavishing attention on each one until all five were slick and glistening.

He immediately inserted one in her and spanked her softly, making her whimper.

"Orion!" she cried out with pleasure.

"You like being spanked too?" he asked her, voice husky.

"Yes," she cried out. "Yes, I do."

"You like my fingers in your ass too," he growled, voice tight with pleasure.

Sophia pushed back toward him, moaning loudly as he added another finger, stretching her carefully. The fullness was intense but welcome, sending sparks of pleasure racing up her spine.

"Fuck yes!" she cried out.

"You are such a bad girl, shorty," he said, scissoring his fingers inside her with exquisite care.

Sophia moaned at the delicious sensation. She was so close to touching herself, but she refused. She wanted to feel everything from Orion and only Orion. She wanted this sensation to last, wanted to come from just his touch alone.

She needed more. Two fingers were no longer enough.

The light from the moon and the hearth cast warm shadows across their bodies, highlighting the sheen of sweat on Sophia’s skin and the powerful lines of Orion’s shoulders as he hovered over her. His breath was warm against her neck, his free hand stroking soothing circles along her hip. Every touch was measured, every movement designed to build her pleasure without overwhelming her.

Orion’s own arousal pressed hard against her thigh, but he made no move to rush. His focus remained entirely on her—on her responses, her breathing, the way her body clenched and relaxed around his fingers. He added a third finger slowly, pausing when she gasped, waiting for her to adjust.

"Still good?" he murmured against her ear, nipping the lobe gently.

"More than good," she breathed, voice trembling with need. "Don’t stop."

He kissed the nape of her neck, then worked his fingers deeper, curling them just right to brush against that sensitive spot inside her. Sophia’s hips bucked involuntarily. The stretch burned sweetly, turning into pure bliss as her body surrendered to him.

Orion whispered praises between kisses along her spine. "You’re doing so well, shorty. So perfect for me. So tight and hot around my fingers."

Time seemed to slow. Orion continued his gentle assault, alternating between slow thrusts and scissoring motions, always listening to her moans and whimpers for cues. He reached beneath her with his other hand to cup one breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she was panting.

Sophia’s world narrowed to the feeling of him—his fingers stretching her, his mouth on her skin, his solid presence behind her. She rocked back against him, chasing more friction, more fullness.

"Please," she gasped again, her voice breaking. "I need more."

Orion’s breathing had grown ragged, but he kept his control iron-tight. "Tell me exactly what you need, shorty."

"I need you, I need more than your fingers please."