Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 89

Xena’s POV

“I’m not telling,” Ryder said with that mysterious half–smile that made my stomach

flutter.

“Fine,” I replied softly, trying to sound indifferent despite the curiosity burning inside me. We walked side by side in silence, our shoulders occasionally brushing. I had no idea what was going through Ryder’s mind–his expression was always so difficult to read–but I could feel the tension crackling in the air between us.

The golf cart that had brought us here was parked in front of the pack house. We climbed in, and Ryder drove us past several houses toward the outskirts. My heart raced with each passing second, unsure of where we were heading but unable to deny the thrill of being

alone with him.

As we crested a small hill, a cluster of lights appeared ahead. Fireflies danced in the darkness, seemingly guiding our path. When the cart finally stopped, I saw a blanket spread on the ground, adorned with pillows and a tray of food.

“This looks nice,” I said, genuinely surprised by the effort he’d put into this.

“Just be yourself,” he said quietly, his green eyes reflecting the moonlight.

“You got angry when I was being myself earlier tonight,” I mumbled as I climbed out of the cart. Ryder paused for a moment, then walked over and placed a gentle kiss on my

forehead.

My heart jolted like it had been struck by lightning, and the dark cloud that had been hanging over my head dissipated. He pulled me toward the blankets. “Hope you like cold

pasta.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thanks for doing this.” We sat down, and Ryder served us each a plate. The chicken alfredo wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but I wasn’t about to complain. Truthfully, even the most unappetizing food would have tasted like a gourmet meal

shared with him in this moment.

“I couldn’t take you on a tropical getaway for your birthday, or to the mountains. This was the best I could come up with,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

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“It’s perfect,” I said sincerely, “I don’t need anything fancy or expensive. I just need something that comes from the heart. This is really perfect.” I felt my voice quiver slightly and hoped he didn’t notice the tears glistening in my eyes.

The atmosphere was still a bit awkward, but it was slowly improving. We each only ate half our food before setting our plates aside.

“Where did William and Amara go?” I asked as we lay down. Ryder positioned his arm beneath my head, letting me rest against his chest. Though the temperature was warm enough not to need a blanket, I grabbed one anyway and draped it over my legs. His heartbeat was steady against my ear, making me feel safer than I ever had before.

“He arranged a date for himself and Amara. She thought it was going to be a double date,

So…”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to ruin their evening anyway,” I said softly, thinking to myself: But I’m glad to have you all to myself.

Ryder placed his fingers under my chin, lifting my face to his. “I’m sorry too.”

I gave him a gentle kiss before settling back against his chest. I could feel his warmth through the thin fabric of his shirt, heating my entire body. In this moment, our earlier arguments and misunderstandings seemed insignificant.

“When do we have to go back?” I asked, not wanting this perfect moment to end.

“We don’t have to go back,” Ryder said. He gazed up at the stars. “That’s the Big Dipper.”

“It’s a full moon tonight,” I replied, completely relaxed now. I sneaked a glance at his phone. The time showed 11:24 pm. Thirty–six minutes until my birthday, I thought, but didn’t say it aloud.

“Will you wear that red dress tomorrow?” he suddenly asked.

“Yes, I will.”

“Good.”

Ryder turned so that I was lying beneath him, his body covering mine. His hand caressed my cheek, his eyes speaking volumes though his lips remained silent. Instead, he placed a

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soft kiss on my lips.

Gradually, the kiss deepened, and I could feel his cock pressing against me. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it might burst through my chest, an instinctual attraction making it impossible to resist him.

“If you don’t want this, we can stop now,” Ryder said, breaking the kiss to look directly

into my eyes.

“Touch me,” I practically begged.

He crashed his lips against mine. His hands pushed my dress upward, quickly removing it from my body. Ryder stared at me, my matching white lace bra and panties eliciting a deep growl from his chest before his mouth captured my nipple.

“Oh!” I moaned as he played with the other one. God, I wanted this so badly. I grabbed his shirt, making sure to remove it as he continued sucking on my breast. I needed to feel his

skin against mine.

Ryder’s hungry movements slowed as he moved back up. “Damn, I want you so badly,” he

whispered in my ear.

“Then have me,” I whispered back.

“Once the bond is complete, I’ll possess you entirely,” he promised, his hand covering my most intimate place. “Open your legs for me.”

As if my body had a will of its own, my legs parted. He moved my panties aside and slipped a finger inside. His thumb played with my most sensitive spot, making me writhe

involuntarily.

“Oh, Ryder!” I moaned, my nails digging deep into the blanket. In this moment, I was completely his, and he was completely mine.

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Chapter 90

Xena’s POV

“Babe?” Ryder’s voice was a low, velvet growl in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I

barely had time to catch my breath before his lips found my most sensitive spot, igniting a fire that spread through me like wildfire. His touch was deliberate, teasing, as he slid my panties down with a mix of urgency and restraint. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but it was his tongue, warm and skilled, that sent electric shocks through my core. Each flick, each gentle suck, was a spark that built into an inferno.

“Ryder!” I cried out, my voice echoing into the night as my body arched under his touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over me without mercy. His fingers joined the assault, curling inside me, and his tongue never faltered, drawing out every ounce of sensation. My body clenched around him, shuddering as the first orgasm hit me like a storm. But he didn’t stop. Another wave built almost instantly, and I was helpless against it, my cries of “Oh! Oh!” mingling with the rustle of leaves in the breeze. My limbs trembled, my entire being surrendered to his control.

Ryder moved up my body, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that tasted of me, of us. The intimacy of it sent a new kind of heat through me, a need to give him as much as he’d given me. With a surge of boldness, I pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips. The moonlight carved his muscles into sharp relief, each line of his chest and abs a work of art I’d been dying to explore. My fingers traced the hard planes of his body, memorizing every dip and curve. I’d fantasized about this moment, and now it was real.

My lips started at his neck, savoring the salt of his skin. When I found that spot just behind his ear, his body tensed beneath me, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His fingers dug into my hips, not hard enough to hurt but enough to send a thrill through me. My long hair fell across my face, obscuring my view, but Ryder gathered it in his hand, wrapping it around his fist with a gentle tug that made my pulse race. I moved lower, my lips brushing over his chest, his abs, until I reached the waistband of his shorts. His hips bucked, a silent plea, and the bulge beneath the fabric was impossible to ignore.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I tugged his shorts down, freeing him. The sight of his nine–inch length made my breath catch, a mix of nerves and desire swirling in my chest. But I wanted this–wanted him. Locking eyes with him, I let my tongue glide from the base to the tip, slow and teasing. His eyes rolled back, his body shuddering as a deep, primal groan escaped him. The sound was pure wolf, raw and untamed, and it spurred me

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