"Lukas," she breathed out, marveling anew at his muscular body as he stripped away the cloth, and straddled her again.
He only let out a low growl.
Luna's heart stuttered in her chest, briefly interrupted from its breakneck pace. If she weren't so high, it would have dropped out of her chest.
Lukas wasn't holding back anymore. He couldn't. His primal nature was finally showing itself.
And she didn't know if she was ready. Unfortunately, that answer, whether it was a yes or a no, didn't currently affect Lukas. He was too far gone.
His hips snapped against hers, and she gasped, arching as something hard slipped by outside of her entrance, narrowly missing. While before she had been burning, everything this touched felt like a raging bonfire, left to burn itself to coals as the thing moved on.
Luna looked down, but before she saw anything, the snapping sound shattered the heavy silence again, and this time she felt something different.
Her entire body spasmed as she was overwhelmed with pleasure, heat burning through her like lava poured down her veins, her dry nerves lighting up with the sparks that came from it. Every section, every segment of her body felt inflamed, pulsated with a strange power. It flowed through her, tightening her muscles and shooting slight pains through every pore. She could see nothing, only white.
As she came to, she found herself lying, dazed, her stomach on the ground and her legs and arms folded beside her. Her chin was resting on the cold, packed ground.
Wait. The ground?
Wyhy was she on the ground? And this wasn't the wooden floor of Lukas's bedroom either, as she had first assumed. It was thick, slightly moist dirt pounded into shape by the countless feet that crossed it, the waves and undulations in it stretching out as far as she could see. There was barely any light at all, so she couldn't tell what color it was, but...
She stopped herself. If there wasn't light then she shouldn't be able to see at all. Light didn't just give color, it gave depth, it gave everything to sight. So how could she see?
"One of the Northern raider wolves' most powerful abilities is its incredible night sight. It is estimated to be able to see better than nearly every other nocturnal creature. If you see it in the day, you're probably already dead. In the night, you won't even get that mush warning."
That was a passage from one of the books that Luna had read on the monsters of the North. Northern raider wolves had always been particularly interesting to her, especially since they were practically the only part of the outside world that ever got into Alaxia, aside from her small smuggled library.
She had once found an injured one, back when she was living on the streets. It had been taller than her, but it had been limping. Unlike everyone else, when it had come blazing into the crumbling abandoned manor, she hadn't run. She had noticed it's limp first, and had immediately approached it to treat it.
As a child, she had been fearless. She hadn't understood how close she had been to death, only that there was a wounded creature and that it needed help.
It's eyes were what had infused her with her dream. The temptation of those eyes, of being as free as they were, had almost driven her to refuse when her father had come looking for her, but he had brought her back without asking, and once she was there, she hadn't been able to control her stomach enough to refuse him in between bites of the feast he had already laid out.
Luna had been able to recall the passage so perfectly. She narrowed her eyes.
Was something messing with her, or was she really in a different body?
She should be practically comatose by now, shouldn't she?
She stood slowly, pushing herself up with her hands.
Her paws.
Yes, they were. Looking down, she could see them.
Then she looked up.
Those same silver and gold eyes stared at her. The ones that had made her hope. The ones that had made her cry. The ones that had made her herself.
The ones that she now knew belonged to Lukas.