All Chapters of Luna's Unwanted Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lucy's nails dug into my back as she moaned on my shoulder, on the verge of coming. I pistoned my hips faster, her bleached blonde hair bouncing with the rhythm. She screamed as her climax hit, and I kept going until she was spent. Three more hard thrusts, and I found my release too, a guttural groan escaping my lips as I emptied myself. With a sigh, I pulled out and Lucy planted a kiss on me, gushing about how amazing it was. I mumbled some generic response and hurried to the bathroom, tossing the used condom in the trash and cleaning up. Glancing in the mirror, I saw Lucy primping herself. Dressed and somewhat composed, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a breathy whisper. "Happy birthday, Viktor. Stephan and Daniel spilled the beans, so I figured I'd give you a little somethin' somethin'." "Thanks, Lucy. Best present a guy could ask for, right?" I flashed my usual grin, patting her ass and leaning in for a kiss before she sashayed out. She left with a satisfied smile, w

I'm settling in, the cold seeping up from the log and the damp air soaking through my clothes. I rub my hands together briskly, glancing around to catch my breath. Deeper in the forest, the snow lingers more, though patches of bare ground peek through. Tiny animal tracks crisscross the path nothing too big, based on their size.Silence stretches everywhere, broken only by the occasional bird chirp. I inhale deeply, savoring the crisp pine scent and the earthy dampness. Peace washes over me, dissolving the tension from earlier. Maybe Viktor wasn't entirely off-base. There's a serenity, a feeling of oneness with nature, that settles over you in a place like this. I wonder if he's gotten many photos yet, if this is where that wolf picture came from.The thought spurs me on, and I heave myself up from the log. My feet complain, but I promise them a hot tub soak if they just cooperate a little longer. I haven't walked far when a strange feeling washes over me a prickling unease, a sense t

Adriana's POV My eyes fluttered open, disoriented. My tiny Chicago apartment? Nope, way past that. Canada, searching for that elusive photographer. Stump River, rented cabin, then… oh crap. I bolted upright, a groan escaping my lips as my head throbbed in protest. "Hold on there, tiger," a deep, sexy husky voice rumbled from the side. I swiveled my head, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through it. "Ow!" My head screamed again, forcing me to cradle it in my hands, elbows propped on shaky knees. Holding it up felt like a monumental effort. Memories of the events leading to my current throbbing discomfort flooded back, sending a jolt of fear through me. A quick body scan revealed only a throbbing head, relief washing over me. "See? I told you to take it easy." The voice chuckled dryly, instantly sparking irritation. This jerk, whoever he was, found my pain amusing? Squinting through the ache, I tried to make out the figure across the room. Unfortunately, the harsh sunlight st

The phone glowed accusingly on the table, Aldrich's name mocking me on the screen. There was nothing good to say. Lying to him felt like an insult to his intelligence, and I was sure those sharp blue eyes could see right through my pathetic attempts at evasion.The interview had been an ordeal. His gaze held mine with an intensity that made me squirm, like he was trying to crack my skull open and examine my thoughts. The background check had been insane - family, health, school records, references, even a police report! Given the kind of money involved, I guess I couldn't blame Mr. Greyson for being careful. Still, it felt a little excessive.Sitting in that opulent office, I tried to project an air of calm while Aldrich peppered me with questions. He danced around the specifics of the job, leaving me feeling like I was on trial. He'd ask a question pleasantly, then switch gears, only to circle back and rephrase it with a suspicious edge.I knew I had nothing to hide, and yet I felt a

Ugh, what am I doing here? I found myself parked in front of Viktor's place, not even realizing I'd turned off the main road. One minute I was lost in a daydream, the next my foot's hitting the brake and my hand's on the gearshift in park.Great. Just great.Staring at the locked gate, I chewed on my lip. Sneaking in again was definitely not the plan. So why was I even here? There was nothing to gain from staring at a metal barrier. Yet, something...something drew me to this place.Viktor, maybe? The guy was shrouded in mystery, and I've always been a sucker for a good puzzle. What was the big deal with him anyway? Why was Greyson paying me to dig up dirt on a photographer? Was it just the pictures, or was there something more? And why the intense need for privacy? Gated entrance, mile-long driveway, living in the middle of nowhere - it all seemed a bit much for a city girl like me. Maybe, just maybe, if I ever got to talk to the guy, I'd get some answers.Well, brooding wouldn't get