As she supported herself against him, tears ran down her beautiful face, and she completely forgot that she was naked. She snorted and shouted, "It's that vile Gregory!"
She exclaimed while wrinkling her nose. "He tried to rape me in the library."
Martin was taken aback. How could they be so cruel to her? They couldn't notice what a lovely creature she was. "You're safe now," he promised as he brushed away her tears. "No one knows about this place."
"You must tell the Alpha." Martin said.
"He won't care, Martin, he has never cared about me. He keeps humping those whores and making me watch. You know how humiliating that is?" She sobbed.
Martin's heart broke for her as he listened to her painful words. He vowed to protect her and bring justice to those who had wronged her. "I will make sure you are safe and that he pays for what he has done," Martin assured her with determination in his voice.
She smiled through the tears. "And how will you do that, Martin ?"
"I will fight him if you want."
Grace's pain subsided when she heard his innocent words. No one had ever tried to protect her, let alone fight for her. Except for her brother.
As she looked up at him, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. He'd never harmed her before. He was the only one who talked to her as if she were a person. As she relaxed, she held on to him even more tightly than before. He tried to reassure and calm her by running his fingertips down her back and along the small of her spine. Instead, it reawakened the simmering yearning in her that she had repressed for such a long time. Gregory was correct; she yearned to be caressed and loved. She stroked Martin's cheek and gazed into his eyes. She reached up and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
After a moment of hesitation, he responded softly to her kiss, his lips trembling against hers. They broke the kiss after a long time. Martin's eyes looked glazed, and he was shivering with the unexpected rush of desire that had overtaken him.
He tried to gently push her away, "Grace... I think….we…."
"Shhhh...Martin," she whispered, her voice tinged with desperation. "I need this," Grace pleaded, her hands trembling as she reached for him again.
Martin hesitated, his eyes searching hers for a moment. A typical wolf would have crushed his lips on her, but she knew Martin wasn't like them.
He let go of her.
"Please forgive me, Grace," he whispered as his voice cracked. "But—but you're my Luna," before continuing. "I am simply an omega."
He could have said anything, and it would have made no difference to her. She felt so alone. "I don't care about it," she whispered, clutching his face to hers. "Please, Martin," she said as tears welled up in her eyes. "Just forget everything, I want you."
When he finally gave in to their need, her breasts banged against his enormous chest, and his hands dropped on her tiny waist, forcefully holding her. He planted a passionate kiss on her neck before tenderly stroking the small of her back. While he was taking off his shirt and tossing it behind him, she ripped his pants off of him. As he gently placed her on her back, he kissed and stroked her neck, moving down to her breast.
She moaned when he took one nipple in his mouth and foundled the other one. She arched her back in pleasure, feeling his touch ignite a fire within her. She threw him over onto his back, causing his lips to come into contact with the scar on her neck. Her long hair hung like drapes down her side as she slid herself onto his hard-on. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, and she moved, taking him all in.
While she was riding him and bouncing up and down, she let out a sigh of pure satisfaction. While he stroked her lovely breasts, his hands played with her excited nipples by gently tugging and pulling on them. He held her back and rolled her over on the ground.
As he hammered into her, he said, "Let me please you."
His kisses felt like fire on her skin.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tightly. She had her hands around his neck while she kissed him. Their tongues competed in a sultry duet as their lips locked in a fervent dance of love. As he emptied himself into waves of orgasmic ecstasy, he shouted, "Oh Grace!! "
His warm seed flooded into her womb. She stifled a gasp as he lingered with his kisses on her cleavage. He continued to thrust himself into her until she let out an ecstatic scream of pleasure.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally dislodged himself from her. He lay at her side as the two of them took in the sky's view above them. Their palms were intertwined with one another. After a period of silence, he finally broke it by asking, "Are we mates now?"
"Don't be ridiculous," she replied solemnly. "I'm still Chris's mate," she added after a brief pause. "Forever until one of us dies."
"Oh, right," As he frowned at the sky, his voice broke. "I completely forgot about it."
She shifted her gaze to her side and stared at him. "It's OK," she replied as she caressed his torso with her fingers, feeling sated.
"This is only going to be a one-night stand, nothing more, okay?"
He nodded.
"We'll never do this again," she said firmly.
She had never imagined herself betraying her mate's holy link, but Chris didn't treat her with the same respect either. She reflected on how fortunate humans were to love and marry, but also to divorce if they no longer liked one another. It was all so easy for them. As she curled sideways, she felt fatigued. What just happened was forbidden. But she didn't care.
She got up and picked up Martin's shirt. She knew he was watching her, but she didn't want to look him in the eyes. She pulled on his shirt, which reached her thighs like a short dress.
"I am borrowing your shirt." It wasn't a request. It was a command, from Luna to her subordinate.
She walked away and didn't notice the look of disappointment on Martin's face.
Grace was careful to scrub and clean herself well in order to get rid of Martin's scent. If Chris discovered she had been with Martin, he would kill him, although he was to blame because she cheated. He was a hypocrite; all he had to do to hump those omegas was to say they were just his mistresses. But she couldn't look at another man.
He could have evaded the punishment handed down by the Council. She was supposed to keep her character as spotless as snow and give all of her attention to her mate. The laws were mysogynist.
She combed through her wild hair with her fingers as she sat in their bedroom in front of the built-in dresser. A sigh escaped her mouth. She slipped off her robe, revealing her shoulders and neck. She stared at her reflection as she followed the bite mark that Chris had left on her neck. It served as a reminder of her commitment to him as a mate.
She placed the responsibility for her moment of weakness squarely on Chris. If Chris hadn't cheated and treated her like trash, she would have been loyal to him. Maybe she wouldn't have felt the need to be with Martin.
She shook her head in exasperation one more time as she vigorously combed through her hair, making sure that every strand on her head was sleek. She glimpsed the comb and saw that it was tangled up in several strands of her hair. She did care about Martin, but she wasn't sure what the future held for the two of them.
She was a mated adult wolf. It was a mistake—a one-night stand, nothing more. She smiled bitterly, knowing that if her father found out about her affair, he'd have a heart attack. She promised herself that she would keep it a secret. Her father would despise her even more for bringing shame to their family.