Getting away with the Alpha's Pup

Chapter 112

Cherry

In the blink of an eye, my mate was all over me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, tugging me closer to his body.

One of his restless hands fondled me with his needy touches, caging my jaw. The other one palmed my boobs. Breaking away from our kisses, Dylan looked down at my chest, stopping at the part where my heart was.

“What's it? Anything wrong?” I asked, a little pissed off at his sudden pause when my wolf and me were starting to ache for more.

“Dylan—” I pursued after getting no response from my mate for quite a while.

“Your heartbeat...and our bond! My wolf can hear yours again! And it hasn't sunk to me yet that you're back here.” Dylan's voice quivered with agitation.

I gazed down on my chest, where his palm was still feeling the life in me.

But all my mind was preoccupied with the concern about how provoking our position was: my legs straddling on his laps and my dress giving a peak at my thighs.

“Dylan—” I was cut off when my mate suddenly crashed his lips with mine.

He delved his tongue into my mouth, exploring deeper inside. Our tongues ended up swirling with each other.

Erotic calls came flooding us as his finger found my sensitive nub and touched it gently.

As I couldn't help tilting my head back, Dylan took it as a chance to direct his kisses to my neck.

“Ohh...”

“Tone it down a little bit, baby. I don't want others to hear my mate moaning.” My mate warned me.

Yet my desire and longing for his touches was taking over me at the moment. I just couldn't help it.

My hands went down to his zipper expertly, freeing his dick from the annoying pants.

“Fuck, Cherry oh!!!”

“Tone it down, Dy. I don't want others to hear my mate moaning, either.” I tossed my mate's lame excuse back at him.

Dylan bit his lower lip as I beat his length with my hand.

“Our Alpha and Luna should be back here soon. One more drink?” Bert's voice suddenly sounded outside the car. Luckily, the windows of this car were all tinted.

Looking up from Dylan's hardness, I saw Bert walking a guest back into the hall. But my hands didn't stop provoking it.

“S-Stop, baby. They may hear us,” Dylan begged with a whiny voice.

Yet I acted deaf to his pleas and played even more with his cock, tracing the small slit on its head to give him greater pleasure.

“Damn it, Cherry!” Swallowing his groans, my Alpha dug his fingers around my waist.

Enjoying the frustration in my mate, I couldn't help but giggle.

Soon my giggles were replaced by flirtatious moans as I took the initiative to put his cock inside of me. Gripping on Dylan's shoulder, my eyes fluttered to meet his. Then my mate guided my head closer to his.

I angled myself accordingly, so that he could claim me with ease.

The next minute, I let go of his lips because shock seethed through me after my mate spanked my butt.

“Move that ass, twerk and grind it. Let me see what else did you learn while you were away from me,” my Alpha purred into my ear domineeringly.

Bobbing myself against him, the sloppy sound of our sex filled the car.

Dylan then crouched so that his mouth got to take in my hardened nipple, biting and suckling my twin peaks. I further pushed myself up and down to claim greater pleasure.

“Do you think the guest is still looking for us?” I asked as our orgasm rippled on us.

“Should we just ditch this party and go straight home, baby? I'm just not yet sated.” Instead of answering my question, I found my mate gazing at me passionately.

“We have to go back to the hall now, Dylan." I couldn't just leave my guests behind as they all gathered here together for a charity launched under my name.

"Fine." Dylan sat up reluctantly and then pulled up the zipper on my dress.

"We have the rest of our life to do whatever you want, mate.” I turned to face my mate and comforted him gently.

“How do I look?” I asked after combing my hair with my fingers and following Dylan out of the car. “Do I look—”

“Like you've been fucked? Yes, baby.” He cut me off and answered, with a grin on his face.

“Oh, shut up!” I countered, “And just to set the record straight. I did all the jobs, love. I fucked you, not the other way around.”

Congratulatory greetings flooded over me as my mate and I found our way back to the hall.

Hand in hand, Dylan and I talked with the guests briefly and extended our heartfelt appreciation for their support to this charity cause.

"Good evening, Luna Cherry." Bill pretended to be serious as we walked towards him, a wide smile on his face.

"Hi Bill, thank you for all this."

“Not at all. This is nothing compared to your solo show at Paris Fashion Week. It's really something for a young designer of your age to achieve this!” Bill was elated to see me back as well.

Yet I didn't quite understand what he was talking about.

“Oh, I haven't told you about this yet." Meeting my confused eyes, Dylan explained.

“Is that true? I'm gonna have my show in Paris?” I asked with uncertainties.

“I know how much you love designing. For all the sacrifice you've made for me and Starsmoon, this is the least I can do for you.” Dylan nodded his head, smiling at me.

“Oh, I-I...still can't believe it. It's the dream of every designer to have a solo show in Paris. A-And you're making it true for me!” I was getting my words muddled up as tears of excitement welled up in my eyes.

Would this party mark an end to all those tests that I had to take as the Luna of Starsmoon? I asked inside, expecting a positive answer from the Moon Goddess.