Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 29: Smut!

Chapter 29: Smut!

WARNING! This should not be read by people younger than the age of 18!

TERESA’S POV

The air between us felt clouded, and heavy with anticipation as Lucian led me to the edge of the bed. My legs brushed against it, and in one fluid motion, he nudged me back until I sank onto the mattress. His intense gaze made me feel like I was under a spotlight, every nerve in my body buzzing with awareness. It wasn’t fear or anxiety—it was something deeper, sharper, a thrill pulsing through me like electricity.

I glanced up, my heart hammering as I took in his impossibly handsome face, flushed slightly with excitement. There was something almost dangerous in his eyes, a silent promise of what was to come.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my life.

Lucian Blackwood—untouchable, impossibly attractive, maddeningly sarcastic—was right here. And somehow, I was on his bed. How I hadn’t fainted or made a fool of myself by now was beyond me.

He watched me, his green eyes smoldering with an intensity that was both intimidating and exhilarating.

His hand slid to my waist. His touch was warm—almost scorching. I could feel my pulse jump, and my cheeks flush. He must’ve noticed, because his smirk deepened, and his gaze softened ever so slightly before he masked it with that arrogant tilt of his head, making it clear he was still the one in control.

"Relax, Teresa," he murmured, chuckling softly. "I don’t bite. Much."

My heart raced so fast I was certain he could feel it. Maybe he even heard it, because his gaze flickered to my lips before returning to my eyes, and something shifted in the space between us—something electric, like the calm before a storm.

"Teresa." His voice softened, his usual sarcasm replaced by something... different. He leaned in close enough that his breath brushed against my cheek. His scent— something wild—filled my senses. "Tell me what you want."

What did I want? Oh, boy. I could barely form the words, my face burning as I gave a tiny, helpless shrug. He chuckled, rich and low, clearly amused.

"Still shy, huh?" he teased, giving me a smirk that could bring down entire cities. "Alright then." He gently guided me to sit back on the bed. "Lucky for you, I’m a patient man."

Patient? Lucian Blackwood? Now that was a surprise. I almost laughed, but his fingers brushed over my cheek, a touch so soft it sank right into my bones, clouding any coherent thought. Then he leaned in, his lips grazing mine in a kiss that was gentle—gentler than I’d expected.

And that was it. I felt his pride in the way he kissed me, slow and deliberate. He wanted this, too. Wanted me, with a restrained hunger that sent a thrill down my spine.

His fingers slipped under the edge of my sweater, the warmth of his touch making me shiver. As he pulled it over my head, I realized I was sitting in front of him in nothing but my bra. Lucian’s gaze traveled over me, dark with an intensity that made it impossible to ignore.

"Better," he murmured, voice low and smooth, savoring every second. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and my heart practically doing acrobatics in my chest. I bit my lip, trying to steady myself.

"Lucian..." I whispered, "This... I mean, do you usually..."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Do I usually what, Teresa?" He leaned in closer, his smirk widening. "Take beautiful, flustered girls to bed? No. You’re... different."

Different. I didn’t know what he meant, but the way he looked at me, as though I was something rare and precious, sent my heart racing even faster.

Trying to hold onto a shred of composure, I cleared my throat and mustered a playful look. "And here I thought you were all bite and bark."

He chuckled softly, his eyes glinting. "Careful, Teresa. I might just prove you right."

He leaned in, and before I could gather my scattered thoughts, his mouth was on mine again, warm and insistent. His lips were firm yet soft as if he was savoring every little sound I made. I could barely catch my breath, and honestly, I didn’t want to. When he pulled back, he looked at me with an amused expression.

"You look like you’re about to bolt," he teased, his voice a lazy drawl with that hint of sarcasm that was just so...Lucian.

Oh, he had no idea how long I have wanted this. Swallowing hard, I managed a shaky smile. "Well, you look like you’re about to... um... not let me," I whispered, aiming for boldness but probably landing somewhere closer to adorably flustered.

"Smart girl," he replied with a smirk that could stop traffic.

Every move he made was calm and controlled like he’d done this a thousand times before. And here I was, trying to remember how to breathe. Part of me sensed he was playing it cool, but the other part? That part noticed the slightest tremble in his fingers as they traced my skin like he was fighting to stay in control. It was endearing—and let’s be honest, unbelievably attractive.

As he leaned closer, his voice lost all traces of humor, and his warm breath brushed against my ear. "You smell so sweet, I have to hold myself back from devouring you blindly," he murmured, his tone thick with lust, before pressing his face into the curve of my neck and flicking his tongue to get a taste.

He let out a quiet moan, making me lick my lips. "You leave me wanting more, Teresa," he murmured, pressing greedy kisses over my bra-covered chest, before unclipping the bra hook and tossing it aside like he did my sweater. He proceeded to take one of my nipples into his mouth and began sucking it like a man dying of thirst. I moaned as his wet tongue wrapped around my sensitive bud. Once he was done, he took the other one and sucked it thoroughly as well and I moaned loud from the sweet pleasure. Then he began moving lower, placing sweet kisses as he went. Before I realized it, my jeans and thong were gone, and his warm breath grazed against my pussy, sending a rush of heat through my body. I arched my back as lust ignited my veins. He swiped his tongue along my slits and captured my clitoris in the wet swipe. I couldn’t take it anymore and cried out in pleasure.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. I needed him, right now. I was too wet to function.

"L-L-Lucian," I whimpered, my voice trembling. But he was lost in his own focus, his warm tongue making my toes curl with pleasure. I was so close, yet I wanted to cum with him inside me. My fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him up, but I couldn’t muster the strength—it felt too incredible. Instead, I found myself guiding his head down some more.

"Lucian..." I moaned, feeling my climax building. "Don’t stop, Lucian, please," I begged. He didn’t stop—instead, he sucked and licked my wet pussy, his mouth moving faster against me. My fingers tightened in his thick, black hair, and my toes curled until they ached, but there was no holding back as I plunged over the edge of release.

With a groan, I came in his mouth, my head spinning as I slowly returned to earth. Lucian lifted himself from me, leaving a warm, wet sensation trailing down my legs. I gasped as his finger slid gently into my wetness. At first, the sensation was strange, because... well, I had never done anything like this before, but the moisture made it easier. He withdrew his finger and then repeated the motion until my body adjusted to his touch. When he added a second finger, pressing in slowly, I didn’t resist, and he continued, guiding me through each new sensation.

Whimpering, I bit my lip as the discomfort faded, replaced by a rush of pleasure. He leaned up on his elbow and moved over me, and my legs opened, letting him settle between them, his fingers still busy going in and out of me.

"I promise I’ll make you feel really good, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice captivating. I looked up, noticing his once green eyes were now glowing, but the color was different, it was now an intense red that shocked me. A normal person in my position, seeing that would have bolted out of the room and his life forever but somehow, I was too far gone in my pleasure and want of him to even question it, murmuring a soft, "Aha." as his fingers went deeper.

He pulled away briefly, tossing off his pants, and pulled both of us under the sheets, only to fling them off the bed. I stared at his erection and shamelessly moaned. My heart raced as my anticipation built on. I rested my head on the pillows, looking up at him. I wanted this; I wanted to be with him, to feel him close. To feel him inside.

He leaned down and kissed me, and I returned it fully, threading my fingers through his hair, nearly missing the feeling of him pressing against me. My breath caught as I braced myself for his thick, long cock.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he said, voice laced with excitement. I nodded, closing my eyes as he pushed his length inside me. The sensation was new, and I cried out loud when he stretched my vagina, surprised by the feeling.

Gosh, I didn’t think his cock would widen me out so much. Since I never had a dick in me before, I was very naive to that knowledge.

"Shh," he soothed. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly.

I shook my head, holding my breath.

"I’ll make it good for you, Teresa. I promise." I whimpered as he moved deeper, but as the discomfort peaked, he bent down, kissing at the crook between my neck, and a wave of pleasure followed. My body slowly adjusted to his dick, and he kept kissing me, adding to the sweet feeling.

"You’re so warm, Teresa. You feel so amazing," he groaned, looking at me with an expression that made me proud to be able to please him. We stayed like that, unmoving for a moment, and I found myself whispering, "Please, Lucian...please move."

He let out a low growl which sounded more animal than man, and did as I asked, filling me completely.

We both gasped in pleasure, and my nails scraped down his back as I arched into him, pushing him further inside me. Wrapping his arms around me, he lifted me to straddle him, my legs wrapping around his waist. In this position, he was completely inside me. He held my hips, guiding us into a gentle rhythm. Sweat began to shine on his skin, his hair clinging to his forehead, making my pussy pool at the erotic vision of him thrusting into me with his eyes closed.

When his movements started hitting a deeper spot, I lost control, a scream leaving my lips as I grabbed onto his shoulders. "Oh god!" I gasped, breathless as he suddenly paused his movements.

I looked up to find him gazing at me, his red bright eyes glowing with desire. "Why... why did you stop?" I asked, breathless.

He grinned, lifting a hand to my neck, and kissing me deeply. His tongue met mine, and he moved again, sparking a jolt of sparks through me. I moaned, biting his lip softly, and he picked up his pace, each movement hitting something incredible inside.

"Yes, yes," I whispered, and he leaned down, covering my lips with his, never breaking contact.

"Ah, Teresa," he moaned as his movements grew faster and stronger.

"D-don’t stop!" I stammered, lost in the sensation. My stomach tightened as he brought me closer.

"Never sweetheart," he whispered into my neck, his warm breath sending shivers through me. I arched into him as his body pounded against mine.

"Harder, Lucian," I breathed, barely audible, but he heard. My fingers clutched at the sheets, feeling the pleasure spread through me like fire. He thrust into me over and over, and I could tell he was close now, so I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close, wanting no space between us.

His hot mouth clamped onto my neck and something strange happened. Suddenly, he bit down hard on my neck, probably breaking my skin, and a strange feeling washed over me. I gasped, the sensation both sharp and thrilling. Sparks ignited along with a weird burning fire spreading throughout my body with a new kind of pleasure. It was strange but I couldn’t stop now. I cried out, arching my back, and as I reached my peak, Lucian followed, letting out a roar as he came inside me, hot and think, sending me into another wave of pleasure.

"Wow," I gasped, clinging to him as we both caught our breath. Lucian didn’t move, instead collapsing onto me, his weight comforting as I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

After a few minutes, he rolled onto his side, pulling me against his chest, my head resting on his warm skin as he wrapped the blankets around us. Soon, I drifted into a deep sleep in his arms.