Rejected His Miracle Luna (Dorothy and Ignatius)

Chapter 22

-Ignatius-

Dorothy’s words pierced straight through my chest and rocked me where I knelt next to the bath. How

long it had been since I had heard those words from anyone. Since I had felt the honesty and truth

behind them.

I cupped Dorothy’s face in my hand. Water sloshed over the lip of the bath as I leaned over to k*ss her

and she wrapped her wet arms around my neck.

“And I love you,” I spoke breathlessly like Dorothy had managed to suck all the air from my lungs with

one gentle k*ss.

She kept her arms fastened around me, unbelievably strong when she wanted to be. She pulled me

into another deep k*ss, our tongues dancing around one another. Dorothy bit down gently on my lip

and her fingers knotted and pulled at my hair. I was half-convinced to climb into the water with her,

clothes, boots and all. Eventually, Dorothy pulled back and smiled at me. Her cheeks were rosy and

wet tendrils of hair were pasted to her forehead and neck. To me, she was a rosebud, unfurling slowly

the further we pushed down this new pathway.

I stood up to fetch a towel, picking the softest one I could find and me ntally thanking Mrs.

Weatherdowne for stocking the villa with things I had never thought to pack.

I held it open as Dorothy gingerly stepped out of the bath and winced when her bony feet touched the

cold tiled floor.

She stood shivering in the cold air as I wrapped the towel around her small, willowy frame. I scooped

her up in my arms and carried her through to the bedroom. She giggled when her eyes came upon the

window she had jumped out of only two days.

before.

I left the lights off, the glow from the passageway cast enough illumination from the door.

I plopped her down on the double bed and used a smaller towel to ruffle her hair dry. Dorothy purred to

herself, content and cozy in a sea of plush towels and soft bed sheets.

Even with her stubborn, independent side, I could tell she was enjoying the pampering. even if she

wouldn’t admit it.

I removed my own wet clothes, smirking when I caught Dorothy gawking at my bare chest. I changed

into a loose pair of sweatpants and left my shirt off, feeling my b*dy

temperature regulate with the cool air.

We lay together on the bed, Dorothy curled in my arms in quiet, content bliss.

“Dorothy?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to have to leave eventually go back home. In the next few years, I’m going to be expected to

step in as the Alpha. I have to be there to prepare for that.”

Dorothy nuzzled her face in my neck and ran her flat palm down my chest, sending pric kles of

electricity across my skin,

“When?”

“I don’t know – Eventually. Soon.”

“I’ll miss you.”

I stopped her hand right before it reached the top of my sweatpants and placed it over my heart.

“Come with me.”

Dorothy lifted her head and propped herself on her elbow to look me in the eye. I saw caution in her

expression, hesitancy to leave the only home she’d ever known. Her time here hadn’t been the best but NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

I could understand her attachment regardless.

“Do you mean it?”

I pulled her closer and onto my chest, her ti ts escaped her towel and pressed against my skin. I felt her

nipples harden at the sudden contact. I let my hands glide down her waist and settle on the dips just

above her a ss.

“Of course I do.”

Dorothy was struck by a sudden thought and a shadow passed over her features,

“You know the stigma around a shifter rejected by their mate. You’re going to be the future Alpha. I

don’t see your people being happy about having a defection for a Luna.”

“You’re not a defection. What Johan did was not your fault and it says nothing about who you really

are.”

“I don’t see myself making a very impressive Luna either,” Dorothy mumbled, planting her face down on

my chest and running her tongue over the bare skin.

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I took her face in both hands and forced her to look at me. “Dorothy, I want you by my side. I want you

as my Luna. Forget about all of that. My people will love you.”

She stared into my eyes, skeptical but wanting desperately to trust that I was right. I brushed a tendril

of damp hair out of her eyes and placed my forehead against hers, blurring both of our visions with the

proximity.

“I love you. I want you. Everyone else is just going to have to accept that.”

That seemed to make her smile and she pushed forwards to lock her lips with mine. Her scent took on

the subtly sweet tint that it had had during her previous heat and I wanted to lose myself in it entirely.

I wanted to taste her again. To mark her. Everyone must know that we are one now. No one dares

challenge an Alpha and his marked mate.

This thought, as soon as it appeared, grew overpowering and without warning, I flipped Dorothy onto

her back.

I pulled the towel from her completely and relished the sight of her bare b*dy splayed out before me.

Every dip and curve cast shadows across her skin in the dim light that glowed from the doorway.

Her skin was a cr eamy white, almost translucent. I could see thin blue veins under the surface like

spiders threads. I wanted to claim every part of her. Cover her in evidence of my presence and

envelope her in my scent.

Dorothy looked at me under heavy lids and parted her legs slightly welcoming me. I hovered over her

for a moment, aware of the fragile, invisible barrier between us. A barrier that, once broken through,

there would be no going back to the way things were before.

We paused for a moment, frozen in time and staring at one another – our bodies almost touching

before I descended upon her like she was the sweetest of fruits and I was a man who’d been starving

all my life.

-Dorothy-

The rush of sensual pleasure that washed over me was stag gering. Ignatius mashed his lips to mine,

devouring my mouth and my heart along with it. His cold chest pressed against mine and sent the

burning in my core to new levels of ecstasy. The skin-on-skin contact was more potent than I could

ever have imagined. His scent rolled over me in waves, swirling around me and drawing me further in.

I dug my nails into his back when he ground his groin against me and I was overcome by a need so

great I felt I would implode right then and there. I wanted him, all of him. I begged with my b*dy that

arched and twisted underneath him. I begged with my

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tongue rolling over his in a frantic twisted dance.

Ignatius responded with the same fierce intent. He knotted a fist in my loose hair and grazed his teeth

over my throat. I gasped at the excitement this brought me. I wanted him to mark me. To promise with

his fangs that he wanted me and only me.

What little excuse for breasts I had swelled and hardened, my nipples pebbling as they grazed

Ignatius’s icy skin. I h ooked both legs around his lower back, demanding more, and rolled my hips

against his. I could feel Ignatius’s pulsing member through the thin fabric of his sweatpants and it drove

me into a frenzy.

Forcing my legs back down for a moment, Ignatius ran a hand over my dripping core.

“You’re mine, Dorothy.” He growled, curling two fingers deep inside of me as I whined into his chest.

After watching me ride his fingers like It was all I knew how to do, Ignatius lowered the seam of his

sweatpants and pulled out his erection. I clung to him, trying to draw him closer with my legs, my toes

curling in anticipation. It looked big enough to tear me apart but in the moment it was all that I wanted.

“Please,” I keened into his ear, my b*dy wracked with sensual desperation, “I’m yours, Ignatius.”

Ignatius gripped my chin in his hands and ran a thumb over my bottom lip. He kept my face locked in

his grasp as he positioned himself between my legs, determined to take things slowly despite the

agonizing animalistic need that was quickly overcoming the both of us.

He rubbed the tip of his member against my wet slit and another aching bout of need filled my womb.

He pushed into me slowly as pressed my lips to his throat. He had barely gotten halfway in when I

moaned long and hard into his ear. My stilted breath was hot against his throat as I sighed. This was

too much for Ignatius and all plans to take things slow were thrown out of the window along with every

other care in the

world.

He rammed himself into me and I screamed, my nails drawing long red swirls in his back. Ignatius

pulled himself almost all the way out before slamming back into me again, and again.

I reached up to grip the bedsheets above my head as Ignatius kept up this intense, rhythmic thrusting

that felt as though he would break me completely. Ignatius gripped the headboard above us with one

hand, the other stayed fisted in my hair as I jutted out my jaw and whined in both pain and pleasure.

I locked my legs around him as our hips moved together. Ignatius’s thrusts grew more and more

sporadic. His teeth were looking more wolf than human and the hunger in his eyes was as terrifying as

it was enticing. He rushed his tongue into my mouth again as his movements grew more animalistic

and I responded in kind, my b*dy jerking

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underneath him every time he hit my cervix with his length.

Just when I had gotten used to the erratic thrusts and molded my b*dy to his, Ignatius pulled out and

sat back on his knees. I jerked my head up with a cry of frustration at his sudden departure, I arched

my back and lifted my hips skyward, begging for him back, but Ignatius had his own ideas.

He gripped the ankle of one of my jerking legs and pulled it to the side, flipping me over onto my

stomach and pressing a hand down on my back. I gasped in surprise before Ignatius lifted my hips,

forcing me to curve my back as he pushed down on my shoulder.

He took barely a second to position himself at my entrance before slamming back into me. I gripped the

sheets and groaned into the mattress. Ignatius dug his claws into my hips and rammed his own against

me, hitting every wall and making my eyes p rick with tears at the searing burn of being stretched out.

After bucking against my entrance and leaving more than a fair share of bruises over my as s and hips,

Ignatius pushed down on the small of my back, driving me flat against the mattress and continuing his

quick, deep pummeling. My thighs were slick with my own juices and I felt my org asm building as my

walls clenched tighter around his member.

I could hear his own moans against my ear and he pressed himself to me, pushing in so deeply I was

almost crawling across the bed. Ignatius brushed the hair from the side of my neck as his strokes

quickened and he approached his own release.

My moans grew louder and stuttered with every deep thrust. I felt Ignatius pulse inside of me at the

same time that my own or gasm rushed through my b*dy in an electric bolt of ecstasy. Ignatius spewed

profanities in a guttural growl as he released himself inside of me and I cried out in depraved

gratification.

Before I was done riding out my own release, Ignatius gripped both my hip and shoulder and brought

his fangs down onto my neck in an agonizing bite. I shrieked as his teeth broke skin and his jaw

clamped tightly on the side of my throat where my neck sloped down into my shoulder.

The sudden wave of endorphins that poured into me after a few moments was another shattering org

asm on its own.

Ignatius had marked me as his mate. There was no going back now.