Chapter 119

Fiona

“If you bring it up again, I will personally visit the Moon Goddesses’ shrine and make a sacrifice like the old times to meet her and have her talk some sense into you,” Ethan’s voice growls from outside the door.

The venom in his tone makes me shiver as I bolt up. I love that he’s standing up for me, but I don’t like that he’s threatening the person he’s talking to. From what he’s said, I assume he’s talking to his father, but I don’t want him to feel like he has to put a rift between them for me.

I shuffle to the door and pull it open as Ethan growls one last time, “Tell the Midnight Pack Alpha I will be calling him to formally reject the marriage. If he wants to start a war between our packs, I will gladly oblige him.”

Stepping into the hall, I wave my hands in the air and shake my head violently.

“No war!” I mouth the words, not wanting his father to hear me. Ethan’s eyes land on me, the golden glow not surprising me like it used to. Honestly, it would surprise me more if his eyes weren’t glowing.

His brows pull together as I mime several different words all pertaining to him not causing a war to break out. I’m not sure what a war between two packs would look like, but I know it wouldn’t be pretty.

No war ever is.

“Fiona is my mate, and if you took a moment to get your head out of your prejudiced, arrogant, and condescending ass then you’d see how amazing she is,” Ethan goes on like I’m not waving my arms and trying to get his attention. His words slow me down, filling me with affection as he continues talking about me to his father. “There is nothing wrong with having a human Luna, especially one like Fiona. She is kind, considerate, brave, and strong every day, and not only that, but she’s a hard worker, strives to do her best in everything she does.”

Ethan’s description of me and the way his eyes land on me, piercing me right through my heart, stop me in my tracks. My arms drop to my sides, especially with the next words he says.

“If I don’t marry Fiona, I won’t marry anyone.”

Surprise jolts me, making my knees give out beneath me, and I would’ve hit the ground if Ethan hadn’t wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me steady.

I didn’t think he’d ever say something like that, but his words wash away any thoughts in my mind. The worry that had been festering before this trip disappears, slips away like a shadow in the night.

The angry shouts from Ethan’s father fade away as he lowers the phone to his side, not even bothering to end the call.

“You should be sleeping,” he murmurs, tilting his head to the side as he looks at me.

I shake my head, unable to speak at the moment. Everything he said, before and after I came out here, melts my heart. Ethan lays a hand on my side, gently nudging me toward the door.

“Let’s get you back to—”

Grabbing him by the collar, I pull him down to me and plant my lips on his. His phone slips from his fingers, clattering to the floor when he grabs me by the thighs and lifts, wrapping my legs around his waist.

A growl rumbles through him, and I arch into him, loving the feel of the vibrations along my body.

I curl my fingers into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, even when he drops me back on the bed and crawls over me.

“Damn, little mate,” Zev’s rough voice rasps, and I shake my head.

“Bring Ethan back, please. I have something I need to say,” I tell him. He growls, then nips at my neck before fading back into Ethan.

“Thank you for standing up for me and for saying all those nice things about me to your father,” I whisper, kissing Ethan briefly. He growls in response, yanking me closer by the waist and kissing me deeply.

His body melds to mine, the heat sparking into electricity between us, and the moment his hard cock brushes my aching core, I moan and lift my hips. I need the contact, need his touch. Finally, after what seems like years, his hand slides down the front of my panties.

“Yes,” I beg, arching into his touch. His fingers circle my clit, sending stars flying through my vision as I cry out at the pleasure. Ethan’s touch is hot and pulls an embarrassing whine from me as I beg him to touch me.

But he pulls back, watching me.

“Do you want this, Fiona? I don’t want you to feel like you have to have sex with me because of our contract or because I stood up for you,” he says. I barely find my way back through the haze, but his words have a hesitant, almost fearful tone.

Shaking myself out of the pleasurable haze, I push myself up on my elbows which brings my face not even an inch from Ethan’s face. Our noses brush softly, and he waits patiently for me to speak.

This trip is showing me all the different sides of Ethan, and I love that.

“I want you, Ethan, for who you are, and because I care about you,” I whisper then lean in and kiss him.

He’s on me in seconds, his fingers sliding inside me with a firm yet gentle thrust. I cry out against his lips, rocking my hips. My climax builds, growing heavier and more powerful until Ethan moves down and swirls his tongue around my center, flicking and sucking.

“I want you, Ethan,” I whimper, clawing at his shoulders. I try to pull him up, and soon, he moves, crawling over me.

“I’ve got you,” Ethan murmurs, lifting my hips. Instinctually, I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, moaning when he enters me.

Stars dance in my vision, but I ignore them and lift my hips into his slow thrusts.

“Fuck,” Ethan growls, filling me. “You’re so wet for me, Fiona.” I whimper when his thumb circles my clit just as he drives into me, moving faster. I grind into him, but it’s not enough. I want more.

“Harder,” I beg, and before I can say anything else, he flips me over to my hands and knees, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me back onto his cock.

I cry out, arching back and grinding into him as my vision blurs. I dig my nails into the mattress as he hits every sensitive place inside me, making me moan so loud I bite the pillow.

Every thrust sends wave after wave of pleasure until I can’t take it anymore. I feel everything, his hands, his mouth, his teeth, his cock. It all becomes too much, bringing me to the brink of pleasure.

Then he slams into me one more time, and I scream.

“Ethan!”

My body vaults over the edge, sending me spiraling into the abyss of desire. My vision darkens as my body slumps into the mattress, the high taking over.

“Fiona? Hey, come back to me,” I hear Ethan say, but his voice seems far away and muffled. I blink several times to clear my vision and soon, I find Ethan hovering over me with a concerned gaze.

“You okay?”

Nodding, I curl into his chest and sigh in contentment. With him here, everything is perfect.