Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 311: Only Love

Chapter 311: Only Love

Warning! Smut Ahead!

Nova’s POV

The cabin welcomed us like a sigh—warm, quiet, waiting.

The room inside was simple, but there was something magical about it. A soft golden glow spilled from lanterns hung above, flickering gently against walls made of polished cedarwood. The scent of lavender lingered in the air, hugging me like a soft blanket.

My eyes drifted to the bed—large, inviting, layered with thick furs and woven blankets that looked softer than clouds. A small table sat nearby, already set for two, with a meal that smelled too perfect to be real. Eldur must have enchanted it just right—every detail meant to calm, to comfort, to make this moment feel like something sacred.

My chest tightened—not in fear, but in something quieter. Anticipation, maybe. Or wonder.

"It’s beautiful," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat like it wasn’t sure if it should speak at all.

Eldur turned to me slowly, and when our eyes met, his expression made everything else fade. Those silver eyes held something that stole the air right out of my lungs—tenderness, worship, and love so steady it made me ache.

"Not as beautiful as you," he said, his voice low and certain like it was the most obvious truth.

A soft flush crept up my neck. I smiled—shy, nervous, but it was real.

He stepped closer and placed his hands on the arms of my wheelchair, not to take control, but just to be close. To keep us in the moment.

"Are you ready?" he asked. His voice was warm, steady, and kind—like he was offering me a choice, not expecting anything.

I tried to speak, but my throat was tight with too many emotions. So I nodded, slowly, feeling my heartbeat thrum in my ears.

He lowered himself in front of me, kneeling until we were eye to eye. Then he took my hands—gently, completely—and held them like they were precious.

"Nova," he said, soft and sure. "You’re perfect. Tonight isn’t about what we should do. It’s about what we want to do. It’s about us—just us. No pressure. No expectations. Only love."

His words calmed the storm in my chest, but I still felt shy, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I’d never been with anyone before—Jimmy tried but never succeeded. As controlling as he was, I somehow managed to escape that part of our relationship. Thank God—and the thought of being so vulnerable with Eldur, of him seeing every part of me, made my heart race. But his love was a shield, a safe haven, and I trusted him completely. "I love you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I love you more," he replied, his lips brushing against my knuckles.

He stood, his hands moving to my shoulders, guiding me out of the wheelchair with a strength that complemented his nature. I stood before him, my legs trembling slightly, but his arms were there to steady me. "You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his hands gliding down my arms, his touch sending shivers through me. I felt small in his presence, not in a diminishing way, but in a way that made me feel cherished and protected.

Eldur’s hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. I could feel the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart, and it calmed me. His lips found mine, soft and tender at first, a gentle exploration that made my body weak. I melted into him, my hands resting on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. His kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against mine, and I felt a spark ignite within me, a heat that spread through my veins.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine, his breath coming in short gasps. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with so much desire but still gentle. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I’m sure," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He smiled, a soft, loving smile that made my heart swell, and then his hands were moving again, his fingers deftly unzipping the back of my dress.

The fabric slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but Eldur’s gaze was anything but judgmental. It was filled with awe and love, and it made me feel beautiful and desired. "You’re breathtaking," he murmured, his hands gliding over my shoulders, down my arms, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I shivered, my breath catching in my throat, as his hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer still.

His lips trailed down my neck, his breath hot against my skin, his kisses leaving a trail of fire as they went. I tilted my head back, closing my eyes as his hands moved to my back, his fingers tracing the curves of my body. "Eldur," I whispered my voice a plea, a surrender. He chuckled softly, his breath tickling my ear, and then his hands were on the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with ease as if he had practiced it.

The fabric fell away, leaving me bare before him, and I felt a rush of embarrassment, my cheeks flaming. But Eldur’s gaze was adoring, his hands cupping my breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasped, my head falling back as pleasure ran through me. "You’re so responsive," he murmured, his voice husky, his eyes sparkling. "So beautiful."

His lips found mine again, his kisses hungry now, his hands moving lower, gliding over my stomach, teasing the waistband of my red panties. I chose them purposefully. I felt a flutter of anticipation ease every part of my body, my pussy, wet, and suddenly aching for his touch. He hooked his fingers into the elastic, sliding them down my legs, leaving me completely naked. I stepped out of them, my legs trembling, and Eldur was there to catch me, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close.

"I love you, Eldur, I whispered, my voice a breath against his chest. "I love you so, so much." He lifted my chin with a finger, his eyes locking with mine, his expression intense. "And I love you," he replied, his voice a vow. "Tonight, I want to show you just how much."

His hands moved to my hips, guiding me toward the bed. I sat down, the furs soft beneath me, and Eldur knelt before me, his hands resting on my thighs. His gaze was hungry now, his desire hard to miss, but there was still that gentleness, that tenderness, that made my heart ache. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my inner thigh, his breath sending shivers through me. "Eldur," I whispered, my hands tangling in his hair, my body arching toward him.

He chuckled softly, his lips moving higher, his kisses trailing up my thigh, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin. I felt a heat building inside me, a tension that coiled tighter with each touch he left. His hands moved to my hips, holding me steady as his mouth found the very wet and ready entrance. I gasped, my back arching, my hands clutching at the furs as his tongue pushed into me, his touches skilled and deliberate.

"Eldur," I moaned, my voice a plea, my body trembling on the edge of something I’d never experienced before. He hummed against me, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through my body, and then his fingers joined his mouth as he took turns to lick and finger me at the same time, his touches sending me spiraling over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking as my first orgasm washed over me, like a wave of sensation that left me breathless and boneless.

Eldur pulled back, his silver eyes were now glowing. I had never seen them glow before. He looked satisfied, his lips curved in a soft smile. "You’re incredible," he murmured, his hands gently stroking my thighs. I panted, my chest heaving, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of the release. He stood, shedding his tux with a wave of his hand, his magic making the fabric disappear in a swirl of light. He stood before me, his body lean and muscular, his white hair falling over his shoulders, and I felt a rush of desire, of lust, that made my heart race.

"Your turn," he said, his voice a low purr, and I felt my heart flutter. He lay beside me, his hand gently stroking my cheek, his eyes searching mine. "Are you ready?" he asked, his tone gentle but firm. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching for him. He smiled, a soft, loving smile, and then his lips were on mine, his kisses deep and hungry, his hands moving over my body, igniting more heat within me.

His fingers traced the curves of my body, his touch sending shivers through me, his kisses trailing down my neck and my chest, his tongue teasing my nipples, making me gasp and arch toward him. I felt his hand move lower, his fingers brushing against my pussy, and I moaned, my body trembling with anticipation. He chuckled softly, his breath hot against my skin, and then his mouth was on my pussy again, his touches sending me spiraling into another wave of orgasm.

I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair, my body arching toward him as his tongue brought me to the brink again and again, each lick, each thrust, building the tension inside me. And then, with a final, deliberate thrust of his tongue, he pushed me over the edge, my body shaking as another orgasm washed over me, a wave of sensation that left me breathless, my name a hoarse whisper on his lips.

As I lay there, my body still trembling, my breath coming in short gasps, Eldur moved above me, his eyes glowing with love, his hands gently stroking my cheeks. "I love you," he whispered, his voice a vow, his lips brushing against mine. I smiled, my heart full, my body still buzzing with pleasure. "I love you too," I replied, my voice soft, my hands resting on his chest.

Then he positioned his pulsing cock at my entrance, his eyes searching mine, his face intense. "Ready?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, my body aching for him. He smiled and then entered me slowly, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. I gasped, my body tightening and stretching around him, the sensation overwhelming, exhilarating.

He stilled, giving me a moment to adjust, his hands gently stroking my cheeks, his lips brushing against my forehead. "You’re doing amazing," he murmured, his voice a whisper. I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps, my body still adjusting to the fullness of him. Then, he began to move, his thrust slow and gentle at first, his eyes locked with mine, his eyes filled with love.

I felt a heat building within me, a tension that coiled tighter with each thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. Eldur’s pace quickened, his movements more urgent now, his breath coming in short gasps, his hands gripping my hips as he kept thrusting in and out of me. I met his thrusts, my body arching toward him, my hands tangling in his hair, my moans filling the room.

"Eldur," I moaned, my voice pleading, my body trembling on the edge of another orgasm. He growled, his movements frantic now, his body pressing into mine, his lips finding mine in a desperate kiss. "Come for me," he whispered his voice a command, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrust harder faster. I cried out, my body shaking as another orgasm washed over me, a wave of sensation that left me breathless.

"Nova..." He moaned.

"Such a good girl," he added, and something about those words made me cry into another orgasm.

Eldur followed, his body stiffening as he found his release, his moans mingling with mine. He collapsed beside me, his body still trembling, his breath coming in short gasps, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close. I felt his heart pounding against my chest, his lips brushing against my forehead, his whispers of love filling the silence.

"Gods, I love you," he murmured, his voice thick. "I love you so damn much." I smiled, my heart full, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of pleasure. "I love you too," I replied, my voice soft, my hands resting on his chest. We lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, the fire crackling in the hearth, the silence filled with the sound of our breathing, our hearts beating as one.

And in that moment, I knew that this was just the beginning, the first Chapter of our love story, a story that would be filled with magic, with passion, with a love that would last a lifetime.