The Alpha's Rejected Luna, The Enemy's Crowned Queen

(Lyra's pov)

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My back hit the soft bed as he tried to open my buttons. He must have gotten tired because he just ripped the dress, revealing my round boobs and pussy.

​"Hey! I have to return this dress; it's not mine." I complained, using my hands to cover my breasts.

​"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll get the person a new one and send them a gift basket."

​"Besides, a dress shouldn't have that many buttons for what we're about to do." He smirked at me.

​He kissed me again, and he tasted like oud smoke and candy mixed together. When his tongue finally slides inside my mouth, he lets out a raspy groan that vibrates through me. I could already feel myself getting wet.

​He moved one hand up my body to cup my left boob, and the other hand was already playing with my pussy.

​My entire body is hot and aching for his dick. I could feel his erection on the side of my thigh. Then he reaches for my hand and places it directly on the hard bulge in his pants. In the same breath, he sticks two of his fingers inside my pussy, going in and out slowly at first, then faster, while I stroked his dick. I've never given hand jobs before, but because of Iris's stories about her sexual encounters, I had somewhat of an experience.

​"Is this okay?" he asks as he strokes between my legs.

I nod and stroke his cock again, and a moan slips out of his mouth.

​"Fuck, hold on." He gets up from me, and my heart stops when he unzips his pants. He eases them down just low enough to free his dick from his boxers.

"Better, now where were we?" he smirked at me.

​"I believe you were about to fuck me, my lord." He laughed at my stupid answer. He leaned in and kissed me again. With his free hand, he takes my right hand and brings it to his dick. gently wrapping my fingers around the shaft. He's long and hard, his smooth, hot flesh sliding easily.

​We don't stop kissing. Not even to come up for air. We're both panting, our tongues tangling, and our hands hard at work. His thumb presses on my clit as his finger moves inside me, and for the first time in my life, I have my first orgasm.

​Minutes pass or maybe hours. I had no idea, but his finger was still inside me.

"Lie back. I want to tease you a little." I immediately cringed the moment those words came out of my mouth.

​"Okay, my Queen."

​I drag his shirt up and explore every inch of his chest with my mouth, kissing my way down his stomach. He groaned.

​"Are you okay up there?"

​"Fuck yes, I'm more than okay." I lower my head and take his dick in my mouth.

"God, this is fucking amazing," he groaned. I torture him with my tongue, licking his shaft; his balls tighten; I give his dick a long, hard suck, and then he cums in my mouth. I swallowed every single drop.

​"I'm ready," I whisper in his ear. That must have set him off because for someone I had just finished draining, he suddenly jumped with excitement. I lay down on my back.

​"I'm going to be careful, I promise," he smirked as he hovered over me.

​"Come on, baby, rip the bandage off." I pushed "Fuck me."

​"Don't rush me. Young lady." His gaze softens as he sweeps it over my face.

​"Are you sure?"

​"Yes, I've waited twenty fucking years for this," I answered as he shoved his cock inside my pussy inch by inch. I gasped and closed my eyes; the pain took me by surprise. He's all the way inside now, but he wasn't moving; he just stared at me.

​"You with me?" he murmurs.

​I nod. "Continue."

​"How're you doing?"

​I roll my eyes. "I'm fine. How about you?" he laughed.

​Finally, he does something other than lie motionless on top of me. His dick inches out, just slightly, then glides back in. I felt pleasure erupt through every part of my body. "Oh, do that again."

​"You sure? I'm trying to give you time to adjust."

​"I'm good. I promise."

​He leans in to kiss me, and then his hips begin to move slower at first. The more I moaned, the faster and harder he became. I held him tight, digging my fingers into his strong back.

​"Wrap your legs around me," he rasps.

I do, and the angle changes immediately, deeper contact, locking our bodies tighter than before. He fills with his cum, over and over again, each long stroke intensifying the ache inside me, until every square inch of my skin is hot and tight and screaming for relief. My clit was swollen and throbbing for more. He hit a spot deep inside, and then we had our first orgasm at the same time.

​I arched my back and slammed my eyes shut, my breath stuck in my throat, my lips glued to his. "Oh fuck." He slams his dick in one last time. His back, damp with sweat, trembles beneath my palms as he groans with relief. He turns his head towards my neck and leaves me with a mark.

His heart hammers against my breasts, and I feel almost smug because I did this to him. I made him curse and groan and wobble as if the world beneath his feet had vanished. I made the Alpha cum; the Alpha made me cum.

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"Fuck, I love sex," I muttered under my breath.

​"You know, for a first timer, you're really good." He replied, "I didn't know he heard me.

​"Thank you, Alpha."

​"You don't have to thank me ,it's my duty to make my mate cum as much as she wants." He smirked, "And also, you don't have to call me Alpha; you can call me Dylan."

​"Okay, noted," I said as I looked away before he could notice me blushing.

​We went for like five extra rounds before we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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