Moonlit Bonds

Chapter 466: Lisa: Subverted

His skin tastes like salt and something distinctly Kellan—a flavor | can’t nbut already crave. | take my time

beneath the covers, just barely brushing my lips against the sharp jut of his hip bone. The hospital gown is

bunched around his waist, and I've arranged the thin blanket like a curtain, shielding us from anyone who might

walk in.

Though I'm thinking about anyone else right now. And even if someone did walk in? | wouldn't stop.

My world has narrowed to this bed. To Kellan’s breath, stuttering each tmy tongue grazes his skin. To the

way his abs flex when | kiss just below his navel. To the pulse | feel beneath my palm when | flatten my hand

across his stomach, tracing every ridge of muscle, every scar.

"I want you to remember what it feels like to be worshipped," | murmur into his skin, and | mean every word.

He deserves this. Deserves to be touched like he’s sacred. Not because he’s usually a dominant, but because

he’s Kellan. Mine.

| start with kisses. Random, reverent. His inner thigh. The crease where leg meets hip. The hollow above his

pelvis. Every place | touch earns a twitch, a breath, a sound.

Then | shift to licks—long, flat strokes of my tongue that make his muscles jump. Teasing flicks to trail along his

skin until he’s groaning.

Next comes breath. No touch at all, just heat as | hover, mouth barely open, letting warm air drift across where

he wantsmost.

He's already well on his way to rock-hard by the tI let my lips drag across the head of his cock, just once. A

single, deliberate taste.

His whole body jerks. "Lisa—fuck—"

"You're okay," | whisper, not pulling back. "You're with me. I've got you."

My hand wraps around the base, and | start to stroke—slow, intentional. | twist at the top, just enough to make

his hips shift.

"You're killing me," he rasps.

I look up through my lashes, and let a smile curl my lips. "Well. Not yet."

My tongue follows my hand, lazy circles that keep him hovering in place. Just the edge. Just the ache.

It’s hot under the blanket, almost claustrophobic. Oxygen feels scarce while his scent is thick, but I push through

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When | finally take him into my mouth, I go slow—inch by inch. My throat opens for him like it's meant to. He

gasps, hand trembling in my hair, not guiding, just grounding.

| move with purpose. Hollow my cheeks. Ease down, then back up. The rhythm is steady. Cruel. Reverent.

He's panting. His legs tense under my hands. His cock throbs against my tongue and | know—he’s close.

So | stop.

| pull back with a slick sound that echoes too loud in the quiet room, trailing kisses up the hard lines of his body.

My head pops out of the blanket and I linger at the edge of his collarbone, press my lips to his throat, then bite

gently.

His hips jerk.

He's trembling beneath me, chest rising too fast, arms rigid at his sides. His fists are clenched around the sheet

like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered. And maybe it is.

| glance at the neat rows of white bandages across his chest. The bruising underneath is still angry, swollen

along one side. | stay clear of the worst of it—no pressure, no risk—but | brush my fingers along the uninjured

skin, letting my touch linger just enough to tease.

"You're hurting yourself trying not to touch me," | whisper, watching the tension ripple through his arms.

His jaw is tight as he says, teeth clenched, "I don’t want to screw this up."

"You won't," | murmur, my lips ghosting up his throat. He shivers a little, and his knuckles go white. "But I like

watching you try."

His eyes flutter shut when I nip at his neck again, and the sound he makes is pure torment. One of his hands

rises reflexively—but instead of grabbing me, he grips the side rail of the hospital bed like it might break first.

"You're making it really hard not to grab you."

"Then don’t," | say, smiling into his skin. "Use the bed. Use the wall. Just not me."

My hand glides down his abdomen, skimming just above the edge of the gown bunched at his waist. | don’t push

lower—yet. | let the air between us hum with tension.

"You said | could take care of you," | whisper. "So let me."

| lean down again, this tpressing my mouth to the spot just below his ear, where his pulse beats wild and

fast. | lick there, just once, slow and lazy, and his breath hitches like I've punched the air out of him.

"You're evil," he breathes.

"You love it."

| smooth my palms up along his ribs—avoiding the bandages—until I'm resting just beneath his arms. Not quite

touching his wounds, but close enough to feel the heat of them. The lingering pain.

"Is the bond helping?" | ask quietly. "Am | helping?"

His brow creases. "What?"

"Being near you. Touching you like this." My fingers flex slightly against his skin. "Does it actually help you heal,

or is that just something people say?"

Kellan looks atlike he’s trying to memorize my face.

"Yeah—it helps. You being here, touching me, lettingfeel—" He breaks off, breath catching. "It's driving me

fucking insane in the best way. But it's helping."

A flush spreads across my cheeks. "Yeah?"

"Every breath. Every heartbeat. It's helping."

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"You're such an ass," | breathe.

He grins, teeth flashing. "You're gonna ruin me. I'm the most domesticated beta a pack’s ever seen."