back and he lifted off the ground, Luna safe in his arms.
A few minutes later, he was striding down the hall toward his and Luna’s apartment, shoving the door open and walking in. He kicked the door behind them and headed for the shower.
He could smell Azel on his female, and it drove him and his demon insane. That fucker didn’t get to exist even if it was only the scent of his blood.
Luna was tearing off her clothes before he even put her on her feet. Gunner turned on the shower and did the same, climbing under the hot spray right after his mate. The water turned pink, washing the last traces of that fucker from her skin. The satisfaction he felt made him growl.
The need to claim Luna throbbed through him. The need to appease him and his demon both that she was theirs, that she was safe, that she was never leaving them.
He fucking lunged for her, and Luna was ready and waiting. “I need you inside me,” she said desperately as she climbed his body, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Gunner’s mouth came down on hers, and he kissed her with all he was feeling, all the desperate need, the anger that that fucker had tried to take her from him again, and relief that he would never get the chance again. Luna hung on tight, grinding against him, sliding the wet heat of her pussy along his length.
Hand dropping to her lush ass, he moved his hips back and Luna burrowed her hand between them, taking him in hand, leading him right where she wanted him.
On a groan, he pulled her down on his cock, filling her with one deep thrust. Luna dropped her head back, crying out, and he sucked and nibbled her throat, working his way back to her mouth.
“Yes,” she said against his lips.
He stepped forward so her back met the shower wall and planted one hand against the tiles, the other under her ass. He slid out and slammed in deep.
Their bodies moved together, hands clutching, mouths hungry, completely lost in each other.
Luna gasped. “More.”
Gunner’s thrusts turned sharp and deep, giving her more, giving her whatever she needed. He’d always give her whatever she needed, nothing pleased him more.
She tightened around his cock, her panted breaths turning to desperate sobs.
“You gonna come for me, love?” he growled against her ear. “Come for your male. Let him feel how much you love him deep inside you.”
Her eyes locked on his, glassy and heavy-lidded, and his cock grew harder, thickened even more. Her fangs extended.
Gunner trembled from how much he wanted her to take a bite out of him and cupped the back of her head, thrusting deep, exposing his throat for her. “Bite me.”
Her arm tightened around his neck and she pounced, moaning against his skin when his blood filled her mouth. Her hips rolled and her pussy clamped down on Gunner's cock. He hung on to the wall as he lost it, lighting up like a fucking fireworks display was going off behind his eyelids. He came with his mate, as she drank from him, shaking and groaning.
Gunner stayed there, unable to move as Luna slid her tongue over the puncture wound she’d made. Each drag of her tongue sending shockwaves through him, jolting through his lower belly and along his pulsing shaft.
When she was done, she rested her forehead against the base of his throat, still trembling, pussy still fluttering lightly.
“Fucking hell,” Gunner said.
She nodded against him. “We should definitely do that again. Shower sex, every morning.”
His face split into an idiotic grin. “Agreed. What about sex in our bed?”
“That too.” She looked up at him. “And I liked fooling around on the couch with you as well, just FYI.”
Gunner tipped his head back and laughed, the sound rough and low and filled with all the joy he was feeling.
When he looked down, Luna was gazing up at him, and she was smiling so wide his fucking heart nearly burst.
They stared deep into each other’s eyes and Luna cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his beard. “Whatever happens, whatever comes next, we face it together.”
“Together,” Gunner repeated before he took his mate's perfect mouth again and kissed her.
He didn’t want to think about what came next in this war, not right then.
But Luna was right, whatever was coming, he’d face it with his mate at his side.
Epilogue
Hell
Tobias hung back, but still remained close to Scarlet. The heavy black armor