Chapter 70 – Second Chance Luna (Phoebe & Jason) Novel

Jason groaned trailing kisses down her neck reaching her mark. Phoebe shivered as tingles shot through her like an electrical current. With a growl he swept her off her feet and carried her bridal-style to their bedroom kicking the door closed. He set her down on her feet as they reached the bed.

Capturing her mouth he tugged open her robe before tossing it aside. Her body was warm against his and his erect member still ready for her. With a groan they fell back onto the bed. Her back arched pressing her pelvis against his but the adrenaline coursing through him required something more.

Jason stood turning her over and pulling her hips toward him until she stood bent over in front of him. Phoebe tensed. This was not the first time he had taken her from behind but it had always been on the bed. He thrust into her far more savagely than ever before. She moaned in surprise at the sudden intrusion but it was quickly masked by pleasure as he withdrew and thrust into her again.

Their bodies slammed into each other with a fast, unforgiving pace. Phoebe groaned her insides aching. She struggled to keep herself propped up as he forced her over the edge. Her body tensed and squeezed him as he filled her, claiming her with savage possessiveness before they both collapsed in satisfied exhaustion.

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Jason slowly stirred pulling Phoebe close to nuzzle her.

Phoebe sighed as he nibbled her ear. She shivered and chuckled but didn’t dare move afraid her body would not respond.

“Did I hurt you?” Jason gently pulled her to face him.

“…No” she smiled. “But next time maybe warn me.”

Jason chuckled kissing her, savoring her soft lips. Before meeting Phoebe Jason used to roll his eyes whenever Lucille and Ben hunkered themselves into a convenient corner and spent hours kissing and touching each other. He wondered how they could go at it with such indiscrimination but now he understood.

When Phoebe was close he couldn’t keep his hands from reaching for her. When she wasn’t nearby he longed for her and often had to fight himself not to go searching for her. If it wasn’t for Luke’s nagging he wouldn’t get any work done.

Her scent was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough. The spicy note to her scent flared confirming her desire for him and his chest rumbled with a low growl.

“Sorry, angel,” he muttered. He had never wanted to take her like that: like a crazed animal, but there was no denying how satisfying it had been. There was something about claiming her with no semblance of self-control that stirred him and his wolf. “Was it…”

She pulled him close kissing him. Their tongues twisted around each other, enticing him. But instead of satisfying him it only stoked his appetite. Phoebe smiled as their lips slowly parted, “It was invigorating.”

“Good,” Jason sighed. As long as she hadn’t been hurt then it was all right. Even so he felt her discomfort through their bond. No doubt she was still recovering and more than a little sore from the rough way he claimed her. “Let me make it up to you.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

“Well” Jason kissed her, “I’ll kiss you until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“That might take a while. It might take all night.”

“I don’t mind,” his lips drifted down her neck working his way to her chest and teasing first one breast then the other.

Phoebe moaned. His mouth was so warm and his tongue incited waves of pleasure as her core ached for him. She should be tired, too tired for more but that didn’t change the fact she wanted him, longed for him.

“Jason… what about…that she-wolf..” Phoebe sighed. She recalled the intruder well enough but her mind had difficulty maintaining the thought with how he stimulated her.

Jason growled not wanting to be reminded but answered her,

“I’ll talk to William in the morning. He can deal with her.

Phoebe nodded. It was shame it had come to that. She had no sympathy for Camilla but William would be devastated.

It was bad enough she tried to force William into marking her but that she would even dare to seduce Jason who was happily mated. Not only did the she-wolf have no shame but she also lacked common sense.

“Don’t think about her,” Jason kissed her before moving lower again slowly making his way past her navel. Phoebe shivered in anticipation. All other thoughts were quickly left behind.

Camilla lay on the cot shivering. She never realized Blue Moon had a prison. The cells were clean though sparse.

Hers only contained the cot firmly attached to the wall and an Asian-style toilet beside a sink also firmly attached to the silver-lined wall. They left her in the minimum security wing where the interior wall was only bars allowing her to see down the hall and the empty cells across from her own.

The pack warrior hadn’t even asked her name before tossing her into the cell without a second thought. Securing the door he left her without a word or blanket and her dress was still somewhere on the alpha’s floor. The silver bars as well as the walls prevented her from contacting William so she was forced to stay put through the long, cold night.

Memory of the confrontation on the alpha floor was burned into her mind. Jason was everything she imagined. But with that was also the image of his company and the way he practically devoured Phoebe fresh out of the shower.

The smell of their recent lovemaking was thick in the steam wafting around them. Hee was clearly eager for more.

He had taken one look at Camilla’s voluptuous form and flew into a rage. Tossing her aside like a piece of trash, he immediately turned back to Phoebe. As much disgust and anger as he had exhibited toward Camilla, he was filled with longing and lust as he swept Phoebe off her feet and carried her away. Jason was clearly wrapped around her finger. How did such a petite, inadequately endowed she wolf managed to snag the most desirable alpha in the entire world?

“Here she is.”

Camilla jerked to attention at the sound of the deep, male voice. Jason stood at the front of the cell staring at her through the bars with a look of distain. He was joined by another and her stomach dropped as William came into her view. William curled his lip in disgust.

“I’ll leave her to you,” Jason said before departing without a second look.

Her guard appeared unlocking the door and granted William access before disappearing. Camilla stood as William entered. Licking her lips she tried to prepare an excuse. Before she said a word he slapped her across the face causing her to stumble back in surprise.

“So I’m not good enough for you, is that it?” William growled. “All that talk about being chosen mates was all lies. You just want to be Luna, you don’t care whose!”

“Of course I care.”

“That’s right, you want to be Jason’s even though he already has his Luna!”

“She’s just a wolfles…”

Another slap cut her off stinging her other cheek.

“She’s a Luna! A true Luna! Something you will never be!”

William growled. “Get back to the room and get some clothes on. There are pups around here!”

He stalked out of the cell and left her to make her own way back to their room. Her face burned with embarrassment thinking he would eventually return to escort her, at least bring her something to cover herself up with, but the cells remained silent. Not even the guard came back to check on her. Eventually she had no choice but to accept William wasn’t coming back.

Finally she stood and slowly made her way out, moving along the wall to the exit. A guard stood by but said nothing as she continued past the first gate and slowly made her way to the entrance where a pair of guards manned the counter. They barely looked at her despite her nudity. With her face burning red she marched toward the door. They buzzed her out allowing her to leave without a word.

The morning breeze was cool against her heated skin. Her wolf was a whimpering ball of self-pity in her mind and no amount of prodding succeeded in stirring her. With a disgusted growl Camilla turned in what she thought was the direction of the packhouse. Wolves had very little inhibitions when it came to nudity but Camilla couldn’t shake her feelings of shame as she finally made it to her goal.

Slinking in the back door smells wafted from the kitchen telling her breakfast was being served. Breathing a sigh of relief knowing the hallways would be empty Camilla quickly made her way to the fourth floor and finally reached

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