??The Alpha’s Luna Is A sëx Freak ??
Solely penned by ✍️
? Author Kelvin Iwuchukwu ??
This book is strictly 18+
Chapter 20
Orla lay in the warm water in the bathtub, she massages her Brë@šts sëxually, trying to tame the sëxual urges in her by forcing an 0rg@zms. She knew the right spots in her body to make it happen sooner than normal, once the fluid comes rushing out her body, she would feel much better.
She Mõ@ned softly as she pinched her N?pplës and tried to suck on the tips, even though she barely had her tongue wrapped around it, she wouldn’t stop trying. She didn’t care if it hurt, she just wanted to suck on her own tits and tried to get that sensation kicking into her being.
Her Brë@šts were one of the most sëxually sensitive parts of her body, especially the left one. It was slightly bigger than the right one, maybe because she pressed it more often, and very soft as well.
She squeezed on them gently like she expected it to produce something, Mõ@ning softly each time she did that.
Then her right hand moved slowly from her Brë@št down to her çlit and she began to rub it gently, rubbing hard at just above her entrance, which was another sensitive spot that makes her cvm very quickly.
She rubbed her çlitoris amidst Mõ@ns with her eyes closed, and then she began to imagine herself having hardcore sëx with Logan; of course, that was the major element for quick 0rg@zms when m@$tvrb@ting, imagination contributed more to reaching climax than the actual act.
She had slowly stopped rubbing and inserted one of her fingers in her pu$$y, she fingered herself slowly in the bathtub, Mõ@ning endlessly in pleasure, that sensation was building up in her and she could feel it, so she added one more finger to feel it widen the walls of her tight Pu$$y.
“Mmmgh,” she Mõ@ned and threw her hair backwards, she was close, she just needed to concentrate more.
Perhaps the universe was not on her side because she was forced to lose focus the next moment as her phone rang, she opened her eyes and the sensation was gone like it was never there.
“Füçk,” she cursed loudly and quickly got up from the bathtub, now she would have to start afresh, she was so close to climax.
She got out of the bathtub immediately and grabbed the dry towel on the bathroom shelf; she tied it around her body and ran out to the bedroom where she had dropped her phone. The phone was still ringing when she got there; it was Rhea calling.
“Oh Sh|t, I have messed up,” Orla muttered right before she clicked the green button. She knew exactly why Rhea was calling her, she had left yesterday and never came back, even her phone was switched off since she left the library.
“Hey, What’s up girl,” Orla said with one eye closed, as if Rhea could see her expression.
“Don’t hey me, what happened? You gave me the fright of my life!!” she yelled from the other end.
Orla sighed. “I am so sorry, please let me explain,” she pleaded.
Rhea was her best friend, she knew she’d only be mad at her for the meantime but she would forgive her soon.
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Susan dropped off the cab and walked to Orla’s doorstep, she looked around to see if anyone was around but the environment was free of creatures and humans alike; she was a banished witch and so she had to make sure at all times that she was not being followed.
Susan was a very ambitious and greedy woman, she needed more fame and power that most of the witches in their coven h@tëd her, and then she formed a team of rebels that tried to overthrow the leader of their coven and that resulted in her getting banished from the coven.
Susan has made a lot of enemies in her lifetime, she was a weaver, one of the second best levels of witchcraft, with the ability to conjure and control fire. Just as she had made a lot of enemies, she had made friends too, and Alpha Jonathan was one of them.
Of course, there were powerful people who had chosen the wrong path just like her, humans and creatures alike, she had related herself with her type of people in case her enemies decided to come after her.
Susan opened the door and walked inside, after she had knocked but gotten no reply. She felt that Orla must have perceived her scent from the inside and refused to open the door; that was one of the numerous advantages the werewolves had over the witches, enhanced scent!!
Susan walked in and looked around, the sitting room was in a mess and she wondered when last someone had set a foot in it. Did Orla perhaps skip town? She didn’t think so, if Orla left the town, she would have sensed it.
Susan called her name several times but there was no response and so she searched through the rooms, looking for her but there was no one in the building. Susan got to Orla’s bedroom and caught sight of her sëx toys; that was when it dawned on her that something was not right.
The house was cold, which means that no one had been here in at least two days. But at the same time, her sëx tools were here, which means she had not left the city. Orla would never leave the city or go far without her sëx tools; she was a horny freak who Susan doubted would last six hours without experiencing something sëxual.
Susan decided to find out who was here last with the help of her powers; she needed to see what had transpired here. She walked to the doormat outside and took the sands on it, the sand certainly belonged to the last person who had stepped foot on that mat, and it certainly wasn’t her; Susan was a witch, so she knew better than to match the doormat when she walked in.
Susan took the sound and walked to the sitting room; she poured it in a circle shape and put her black control stone in the center of the circle. Most of the witches had one of those stones; they used it to make their words come true.
It was mostly for those who weren’t good at spell words, those who didn’t know how to cast actual spells made use of the stones so as to cast spells with English words, rather than spell words.
Susan found a candle and lighter in one of the wooden shelves, she lit it close to the stone and then she sat on the floor, right before the table.
“Mother of the light, through fire and smoke, show me what I wish to see,” she muttered with closed eyes.
After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and stared at the circle. The sand was beginning to emit smokes that went up towards the sky, and the candle flame turned blue. Susan stared at the smoke and she could see it was forming images, and slowly it became the image of the very man she h@tëd the most- Logan Stewart, the arrogant young new Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.
Susan knew that Logan must have had something to do with this, maybe he took Orla with her, however Susan had not seen Orla in the vision, so she doubted the two had left together, what she was sure of was that Logan was the last person to step his foot into that house.
“d@mn you Logan, d@mn you!!” she cursed silently and stood up. She quickly cleared the table and put the spell control stone back into her bag.
Susan was confused on what to do next, she needed to find Orla or she would be done for. What would she tell Alpha Jonathan now?
She was still in thoughts about that when an idea crossed her mind. Logan had been after Orla lately, whether he has found her or not, he knew something that she didn’t know, but she can’t just go and question the Alpha, even with her powers, she wouldn’t be able to make him talk if he wouldn’t and he would definitely not want to talk to her, not after what had happened between them the last time.
So in order to kill two birds with one stone, she decided to set this up, werewolf to werewolf, Alpha to Alpha.
She brought out her phone from her bag immediately and dialed Alpha Jonathan’s number. He answered at the second ring.
“Hello, this better be good news, I have been patient enough.” He stated from the other end immediately.
“Calm down Jonathan, you know I’d do anything to make you happy. Well, I have good news and bad news, which one would you want to hear first,” she asked with a smirk on her face.
“How about we start with the good news,” he replied in a husky voice.
“Alright then, as you wish; the good news is that I found your girl,” Susan announced.
“Good, just what I wanted to hear,” Alpha Jonathan replied from the other end and Susan could tell that he was excited when he said that. “So where is she?” he further asked.
Susan paused for a while and for a moment there, she wondered if she should do it or not, then she sighed with her mind made up. “That is the bad news, she is with someone else, an Alpha, and he wouldn’t let me take her.” She replied.
“What?” Alpha Jonathan growled over the phone. “Who the heck is he? I would go there and take her by myself, the slut doesn’t belong to him.” He yelled.
“Actually, she does.” Susan muttered again with fear, hoping that he wouldn’t explode at her.
“What are you talking about? I have known Orla for two years now, none of her clients were Alphas, it was just me, so how the hell does he own her? If anyone should own her, it’s me… I gave her everything that she has; I made her slutty life better,” he spat.
“That is true, Alpha, but you see, the Alpha in question is her destined mate,” Susan stated.
“What? She found her mate? Who still does that trash? The era of soul mates is over, I doubt the Fuçking moon goddess is still in existence, all of her temples have been destroyed and no one worships her anymore, so I don’t care about any mate bond.” Alpha Jonathan stated angrily.
“You are right Alpha, but he chose to hold on to the past tradition, he wants to claim her as his mate. I think you deserve her more, so you should go and get her, show him who is the better Alpha,” Susan urged.
She knew exactly what she had to gain from this, even if Orla wouldn’t return to her, at least she would get to suffer for insulting her and every other thing she had done wrong to her.
“Tell me his name, and the name of his Pack.” Alpha Jonathan ordered in a cold voice.
Susan smiled; this was exactly what she wanted to hear. “Alpha Logan of the Crescent Moon Pack,” she replied softly.
Alpha Jonathan growled like a wounded animal. “That little brat of yesterday, he dares to take away my slut, I will squash him like a bug, I promise. Orla is mine, she is my sëx slave for as long as I wish, and nothing will change that.” He stated in finality and ended the call.
Susan smiled to herself; she walked to the wall and stared at the framed picture of Orla hung on it. “Oh sweetheart, you have messed with the wrong witch, and now… both you and your boyfriend will pay for it.” She muttered.
To be continued!!
