Chapter 100: Alpha and Luna
Faelan watched. There was no anger in him. Isoldea’s appetites were well known, and it was considered a blessing for a young, unmated male to be invited to her bed, especially one who hadn’t been initiated into the brotherhood. It was a physical release, a comfort. Nothing more.
After another minute of thrusting deeper and harder, Isoldea moaned loudly as she came. Malrik’s movement became frantic, and with a few more strokes, he came. He pulled away quickly, avoiding Faelan’s eyes. He scrambled out of the bed, grabbing his clothes from the floor.
"Thank you, Luna," Malrik muttered, not looking at either of them as he dressed hastily.
Isoldea collapsed on the bed with a sharp sigh, stretching like a cat.
"Have this, Malrik. Go have fun with the boys." Faelan dropped a pouch of coins in Malrik’s palm.
"Thank you, Alpha." He bowed respectfully and slipped out the door.
Once the door closed, the Alpha let out a breath and loosened his posture. He stepped closer to Isoldea, a small smile forming. "Seems I walked in at the wrong time. You know, it always amuses me how flustered they get when I walk in." He said lightly.
Isoldea sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist. She gestured to Faelan to fetch her water, and he did.
"You are the alpha. It’s intimidating." She drank the water.
"How’s this one?"
She smiled, a lazy, contented smile. "He’s eager. A little quick but sweet."
He laughed quietly. "At least you get to have a release. Everyone else is enjoying the festival build-up, and I’m running from field to field, trying to put things in place."
She reached for him, resting a hand on his arm. "You chose this life."
"And I don’t regret it," he said. After a brief pause, he added, "Still, it wouldn’t be fair to be left out of all the fun. I’m always left to do the work, though." He stood up and began to unfasten his belt.
Faelan pulled his tunic over his head and dropped it on the floor. His body was still powerful but softened by age. He got into the bed with Isoldea and pulled her to him. She came willingly, her skin smooth against him. There used to be a sign of passion between them, but not anymore—only a deep fondness and a shared understanding of their desires.
"How about you eat my pussy like a good boy? Make me come with that tongue. Afterwards, I’m gonna ride you like a bull!" She spread open her thighs.
"I love the sound of that. So did you have fun breaking Malrik?" He asked, dropping in between her thighs to dive in. Slowly, he drags his tongue through her folds.
"It was too easy, unlike Astrid." She moaned. "Astrid is more fun."
"Hmmm, Astrid. He’s a good worker. He’ll get a good land."
Isoldea whimpered when his thumb pressed deep between her spread folds, circling the slick heat of her entrance. He worked three fingers inside her, knuckles dragging against the sensitive walls, curling upward to scratch against that spot that made her vision go white. She clenched around him, her thighs trembling as she grabbed the sheet, letting out a needy, breathless moan.
His mouth swallowed her clit whole. She gasped, her fingers swiftly tangling in his dark hair as her hips jerked off the bed.
"Fuck—!"
His hands clamped onto her thighs, holding her down as he savaged her with slow, deliberate drags of his tongue, teeth grazing her inner lips just enough to make her shudder. His thumb found her nipple and rolled it hard, pinching before flicking.
Isoldea back arched, her core grinding into his face, the wet suction of his mouth bruising her in the best way. She was already close—too close, the pleasure building like a storm she couldn’t outrun.
"Suck it," she panted, her nails scoring his scalp as her thighs locked tight around his head. "Don’t stop—gods, don’t fucking stop."
His tongue curled upward, pressing against the swollen bundle of nerves inside her while his teeth closed around the clit, pulling it. The pain cut through her, but his other hand twisted her nipple again, a sharp twist that shot pleasure straight to her clenching center.
Isoldea let out a broken cry, her body seizing as her climax hit—harder than she’d expected, her hips jerking violently against his face and her inner walls fluttering around his tongue.
She breathed heavily. Faelan leaned up and slept next to her in bed while Isoldea moved and straddled him. She gripped his cock, and guided it to her slick entrance.
Faelan held his breath, every one of his nerves on fire with anticipation. Slowly, she sank on his full length. He groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. Isoldea let out a pleasured whimper, her walls clenching around him almost painfully. For a moment, they stayed frozen, savoring the intense sensation of joining.
Then, with a wicked little smile, Isoldea began to move, rolling her hips in a way that had him seeing stars. He met her rhythm, thrusting up. The room was filled with the scent of arousal, the sound of the slap of skin on skin, ragged breathing, and filthy words of lust.
Isoldea rode him harder, her breath coming in short gasps as she took him deeper with each bounce. His hand slid up to cup her breast, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. She moaned his name as he pinched and rolled them.
"Oh fuck! I’m close!"
Faelan reached between them, rubbed his thumb against her clit in circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure. Isoldea threw her head back with a sharp moan, her walls clenching and rippling around him as she came.
She fell on his chest, while he gripped her waist. He buried himself deeper, thrusting at an insane pace. He let out a ragged groan, spilling himself inside her as a wave of pleasure crashed over him.
They stayed locked together like that, chest heaving.
"Time to be the Alpha and Luna." Isoldea rolled off Faelan onto the bed.
Faelan sighed and sat up. "As always."
They washed up and dressed in their formal clothes. Isoldea braided her hair and adorned it with moonstone clips. And they left the room together.
