A/N: just a little smut below. No biggie

The aftermath of the Initiation was by all means a success. Sage was right—the after party was full. So many wolves greeting me gleefully. Their minds linking me while they bowed their heads or shake my hand. Eli and his mate walked up to me. Smiling brightly as they congratulated me through the mind link. Plenty of my students were incredibly joyous—even exhilarated—having me become an official pack member. The entire time, Matthew stayed by my side. He was radiating pride—literally. His aura was almost infectious with delight. His hand staying on the small of my back, leading me through the crowds of wolves. Even though my attention tended to be on someone else, I could feel his intense eyes on me—watching me so intently.

Luna, my wolf was purring all night long. The idea hasn't hit me fully yet. But it makes me glow. I feel radiate and powerful, my back straightening and my movements a bit more deliberate. Joy doesn't begin to describe how prideful I am. To call this place home and to help Matthew ensure the success of the pack.

The first to leave the party were families with smaller pups. They always stopped to give their regards to Matthew and to officially welcome me. The university students followed after—getting ready for their countless after-parties hosted on and off campus. The pre-gaming of champagne did not go unnoticed.

By the time a majority of people were gone, I felt like a truck had hit me. So many emotions in one day and I was exhausted. Matthew drove us home in the G-Wagon. His hand holding mine the entire time. We danced at the party, smiling brightly like two teenagers in love. We kept getting interrupted by wolves who were congratulating me, but our bliss I'm sure didn't go unseen.

"Are you tired?" Matthew asked as soon as we got home.

"A bit," I yawned with a shrug. Kicking off my heels haphazardly and finally being able to walk. He followed me upstairs but instead of retreating into his room I went to my comfort zone—his office.

Now we're sitting here—me curled up on his couch reading a book. Matthew sitting on the ground with his back pressed on the sofa. He's playing his acoustic guitar softly, his bowtie untied and hanging loosely around his neck. His tuxedo jacket tossed by my feet.

As I read, I push my fingers through his hair, curling it his locks around my finger and playing delicately. I can hear his soft purring and sighs of content every occasion. Even my insides feel warm and gooey. Oh, I hope this never changes. The sight of Matthew playing his guitar, the way his hair is tousled by my fingers, his glasses making my stomach flip.

When I finish the chapter, I don't tell Matthew. I just watch him play beautifully. My mind and heart completely engrossed by him. He seems to sense my eyes on him because he smiles gently.

"You're not reading." He says matter-of-factly.

"Just watching you play." I pull my knees to my chest, hugging them closely. My dress is wrinkled now but I don't care.

He glances at me through the corner of my eye, smiling brightly, "How do you feel about today?"

My voice is soft—so full of comfort. "Wonderful."

"You're not upset with me?" He asks stopping his music as he turns to face me. "We never have talked about you wanting to be Luna. I sprung that on you today."

I shake my head—I wonder if I'm glowing. I certainly feel like I am, "I want to be your Luna. I want to be yours."

Matthew smiles so brightly, his happiness infectious. He turns back, playing more music on his guitar with a giddy look on his face. His aura so beautifully radiant. "You should know," He says slowly. "I would very much like to have another band someday."

"Oh yeah?" I chuckle, "Am I going to have to pick up the keyboard?"

He laughs softly, "It's always been my dream to have a little band with my pups. Our pups."

Pups? My wolf spins around. Excitement evidently clear. Our pups?

I lick my lips slowly. He's waiting for my reaction—a devious smirk on his face. We've never talked about raising a family but the idea warms me. How much love they would have from the both of us and the entire pack. Just imagining them playing through the old university buildings, swimming in the lake in the summers, and curling up at night to read a book to them for bedtime. The thought of Matthew as a father makes my breath hitch.

"How many kids do you need for a band?" I end up asking.

He shrugs, "With me on guitar, technically three. But the Jackson's were five."

I can't help the giggle. Running my hand through his hair again only to receive a blissful purr. "However, many I can muster, Alpha." I tell him softly, "I wouldn't want to deprive this world of our family's musical capabilities."

Matthew sets his guitar down, taking my hand and picking me up. He pulls me against his body, hands resting on my waist, eyes bearing into me with an incredible intensity. He places his forehead to mine, swaying us slightly like there's music in the background.

Mia, mind link me. He says. My wolf wants to hear you.

My wolf is obsessed with the mind link already. All night, everyone has used the opportunity to send me messages. It's like having to open an email or group chat. I get a little notification in my head that someone is trying to reach me, and I have to open it before I can hear them. But I haven't tried to send someone a message yet. Unsure how to go about it.

"I don't know how." I pull away looking up at his beautiful eyes.

"Try." He smiles reassuringly. "It'll come naturally."

I bite my lip, my wolf trying to instruct me what to do but she also doesn't know how. I imagine Matthew, imagine sending him a message like a satellite would to a phone.

You wore your glasses tonight, I try to send to him.

His smile broadens, lips firmly planting against mine in excitement. Only for you, gorgeous.

I let out a small laugh, placing both of my hands on his chest to feel his purr. "You did it on purpose," I scowl playfully. "Were you hoping that I would jump your bones in the middle of the Initiation?"

Matthew lets out a full-hearted laugh. His expression so full of life. Everyone today could feel his aura pulsating with bliss. His demeanor completely different. Even a few wolves spoke to me, telling me how delighted they are to see Matthew so happy.

"Oh gorgeous," Matthew's eyes twinkle with mischief. "I'm always hoping you'd like to jump my bones."

Jump him, my wolf yells. Goddamit Mia, let me take control.

I close off my mind—trying to block her but she keeps lashing out. Not being marked by Matthew is so incredibly difficult. Sleeping in the same bed with him has only intensified my affection and it's made it even more challenging of stopping him. Slowly, I'm wanting more. So much more.

I smirk up to Matthew, "What makes you think I wouldn't want to jump them right now?"

His expression darkens, Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "I can't tell if you mean that Mia. Don't tease me like that."

"Why? Think you'll lose control?" I cock my head to the side—trying my best to see how far he'll let me push his buttons. Matthew meets my bluff—his eyes narrowing at me with mischief, but he doesn't say anything. I bite my lip, "Well...what would you like to do?"

"Mia..." Matthew's voice low. His expression devilish and handsome. I melt.

"I'm just asking," I reply innocently. But my senses are clouding over his scent. My body starting to tingle and yearn for him.

"It's more of a question about what you would do gorgeous." He smiles softly, "I've got plenty of things in mind. But it's your first time. You're in the driver's seat."

A tinge of panic hits me, "You want me to lead?"

"I want you to want it. To feel ready. Not obligated."

Do I feel obligated? Goddess no.

"Okay," I smile softly. "And if you had it your way?"

Matthew smirks, "You really want to know?"

I roll my eyes playfully, "Call it curiosity."

Matthew leans forward, pressing a small kiss against my cheek. He stays quiet for a few seconds. His eyes watching me carefully from the side.

"If I had it my way," He breathes into my ear. Voice barely above a whisper. "I'd make damn sure that every piece of furniture, every room in this castle is christened with the sound of you calling out my name while I fuck you in reckless abandon."

My breathe hitches in my throat. My entire body suddenly leaning into him with anticipation. His hand slowly travels lower, cupping my ass firmly causing me to gasp. "But I don't want your first time to be rough, gorgeous." A smirk over taking his lips. "Besides, I've felt how tight you are. Going that rough won't feel too good. Not yet anyways."

Matthew pulls away slightly, leaning back on his desk. His hands clutching the edge of the desk as his eyes scan over my body. I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants. I feel myself sway slightly, his words affecting me in ways I didn't know they could.

Oh, my incredibly sweet and sexy Matthew, how impossible it is to resist you.

"You know," I try to keep my wavering confidence, but my mind is elsewhere. "Your dirty talk is an incredible turn on. Almost as much as those glasses."

He smiles devilishly, setting his glasses down on his desk. "And what would you want to do gorgeous?"

His question catches me off guard. It's not like my wolf and I haven't thought of it. The countless images in our mind of what it would be like to be with Matthew. She's been begging me for weeks now and I've just been trying to hold out.

My mouth opens and closes a few times. Matthew eagerly waiting to hear what I have to say. I take a step towards him, his eyes intensely watching as I brush the back of my hand so lightly against his cheek.

I bite my lip, deciding to mind link him. I want to show you how much I love you.

Matthew's breath hitches, his eyes sparkling. For a split second he can't seem to comprehend that I've said that to him. Until I reach upwards, my arms wrapping around his neck as I plant a kiss on his lips. A small groan escapes him as he kisses me feverishly. He's gripping my butt almost instantly, pulling my legs around his waist. There's a desperation in his movements—and in mine. How badly I want this, how badly I want him.

Matthew starts walking towards his room—our room—never once breaking our kiss. My lips hungrily attacking his in pure ecstasy. My hands already trying to unbutton his dress shirt. My body idly waiting for him.

In our room, he sets me on the edge of the bed. His kisses trailing down my jaw and neck. Stopping on his favorite spot where he sucks on my skin gently. My moans distracting me from feeling his hands zip down my dress. His fingers gently pushing the straps off my shoulders.

He pulls away for a split second as I shimmy out of my dress—letting it fall around my ankles—leaving me in only my underwear. Matthew bites his lip, his eyes glossing over in black. "Mia..." His voice rough, "If you want to stop, you tell me."

I shake my head, weaving my arms around his shoulders and pulling his face close to mine. "No stopping tonight, Matthew."

I press my lips hard on his, his eagerness so evident as he throws his shirt off as fast as possible. My hands trailing down his chest and abs. Oh Goddess, how he feels. How he shudders under my touch. I undo the top button of his pants—as he steps out of them while I scoot myself to the center of our bed.

His gaze watching me with a smirk as he pulls his underwear off. My eyes lustfully gazing lower while flutters and jolts of electricity spiral down my body.

Goddess, I want him. I moan internally as I stare at his length.

"We don't have to make any pups now," He says playfully while crawling up on the bed. I can't help but grin—biting my lip. His comment making me only love him more. This is my Matthew, playful and sensual and oh-so-in love with me.

He sits up on his knees, grabbing my ankle to pull me down closer to him. I yelp slightly but it's quickly replaced by moans when I feel his lips start kissing down my body. Starting at my collar, down my breasts, his teeth and tongue attacking my hardened nipples. There's an urgency in him. He usually likes to take his time to tease me but not now. Now he just wants me and I'm biting my tongue to stop myself from begging.

Matthew's lips reach the edge of my panties, his eyes looking up at me in dismay and sultry. I feel his finger loop around the bottom of my underwear—his breath hitching when his finger grazes my core. Slowly, he pulls it down. Once he's tossed them to the ground, his hands pry my legs open—my breathing intensifying instantly as I feel a breeze of cool air. Matthew's gaze shifting from my eyes to stare at my sex. He drags his tongue across his lip, biting down like he's ready for his dessert.

When he doesn't touch me in what feels like forever, I feel like a fire that needs to be put out. I buck my hips slightly, groaning. "Matthew, touch me."

His finger drags down the inside of my thigh, getting leisurely closer, but taking its damn time. His voice deep, "Beg."

I'll do you one better, my wolf says.

I growl, "As your Luna, I command you to touch me."

A sexy groan escapes his lips and I suddenly feel his finger plunge into me. I gasp instantly at his roughness, my body adjusting from shock to pleasure. His thumb starts circling my clit and I'm nothing but a heaping mess of pleasure. The look in his eyes is so carnal—so raw. He's so turned on and it just makes him look even sexier.

"What else does my Luna want?" He growls under his breath. My voice isn't working—I just don't want him to stop.

"Your mouth," Is all I can muster to say as I feel my back arching. Matthew doesn't tease me anymore. He goes straight down between my legs, pushing them farther apart as his head disappears. The moment his tongue touches my bud my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Oh my Goddess, there's the cliff. I can feel my body starting to give in. I grip on the sheets, trying my best to control myself.

"Matthew," I moan loudly. I can feel his fingers pumping into me. His tongue licking and circling, and whenever my legs try to close around him, he pushes them farther apart. I'm getting so close. I can feel the pressure building in the pit of my stomach. Matthew pulls away, a groan of frustration leaving me unexpectedly causing his lip to curl in a slight grin. He kisses the inside of my thigh, his lips so hot and so wet.

I meet his gaze—they're black with intensity. They make me shudder and bite my lip. His voice is slow, controlled. His body shaking slightly with anticipation. Each word so deliberately said, "What else does my Luna want?"

"You." I breathe out instantly. "I want you, Matthew. I love you."

Matthew pulls his body up, his hand reaching for his nightstand where he pulls out a foil packet. I watch as he rolls a condom onto his length and my breathing becomes erratic. He lays on top of me, face nuzzling my own as one of his hands links my leg around his waist. I feel him just at my entrance and I'm both filled with anticipation and nerves. He guides himself until I gasp slightly at feeling his tip.

He looks me straight in the eyes, they turn back green, and I can see the everlasting adoration behind his gaze. Placing a gentle kiss on my lips he says, "I love you too, Mia. Gorgeous. Luna."

In one swift movement, Matthew pushes into me. My lips part in a silent scream and I throw my head back into the pillow. It feels strange at first—feeling so full—and even a bit uncomfortable. Matthew kissing my face and I can feel his eyes watching my expression intently. "Breathe, gorgeous."

I suck in a breath I didn't realize I was holding, and he somehow pushes deeper. My hands gripping his biceps as I unintentionally sink in my nails. I can feel his body straining to control itself. The pressure and intensity of feeling him inside me quickly being replaced by pleasure. Suddenly it feels like Matthew was meant to be here all along.

"Fuck Mia." He groans next to my ear, bringing me back to feeling the pure pleasure I was before. His hips starting to move so delicately slow. He's rocking back and forth testing—watching my face to see how I'm feeling. "You're so tight, gorgeous."

I wrap my other leg around his waist and suddenly he seems to get even better access. Sinking so deeply into me I can't help but moan. Matthew suddenly grips my hands, laying them on either side of my body. I watch his body under me, his hips sinking harder and faster.

"Mia look at me," He breathes out while I try to keep up with his pace. Oh my Goddess, every time he thrusts into me it's like an explosion of pleasure. When I meet his eyes, he presses a hot kiss against me.

"Matthew," My voice high and uncontrolled. I don't even know how many times I've moaned out to him. All I can think of is him. I can only feel him, all of him and it's exquisite. My hands grip his harshly and I feel myself getting close to the edge. He somehow goes faster, and I vaguely hear the headboard hitting the wall.

"You're mine, Mia." Matthew growls, his face coming to my neck where he kisses the spot he wants to mark. His pace is driving me insane. His thrusts so fast my body is being consumed by the pleasure and unable to process anything else. I just feel him. Hard. Fast. Pushing me over the edge.

I'm so close and Matthew knows. He licks his finger, placing it over my nub before circling it fast with his pace and thrusts. "Come for me, gorgeous."

That tiny bit of extra stimulation throws me completely off the cliff. I cry out and feel my body combust around him. My head thrown back in reckless abandon as I scream his name and let my orgasm pulsate through me in waves. My legs shaking and my breathing stopping for a split second.

I open my eyes ever so slightly as Matthew grunts, his forehead pressing to mine. His lips part in a moan as his last thrust unravels. We're both breathing heavily—why I'm out of breath Goddess knows. But our breaths come together between us. Our bodies lined in a small layer of sweat.

Matthew smiles, brushing his nose against my own. His voice soft but definitive, "Mine."

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, nuzzling him with a smile, "Yours."

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When I wake up in the morning all I can remember is Matthew and me. A smile creeps on my lips. He made love to me and then we smiled and laughed. Both of our auras glowing. Talking about living together, visiting the Royal Palace, and what kind of instruments our hypothetical children would play. Then I made love to him, which by all means probably wasn't as skillful as I would have liked it to be. But he called me insatiable and was so...in love. The way he looked up at me when I slowly slid onto him. The way his eyes stared so intensely like he had been placed under a spell.

My wolf is absolutely overjoyed. She feels claimed—I feel claimed. Our scents mixing together and it makes me smile so brightly I probably look like an idiot. A shudder creeps down my bare back when there's a little breeze and I roll over in our bed to reach out for him. His body is always so warm and comforting. I frown slightly, seeing that his side of the bed is empty.

Checking the time, I realize I've slept in quite a lot—it's into the afternoon. I did feel him stir slightly earlier. What did he say? I'll go make us some breakfast, gorgeous. He had kissed my forehead and I must have fallen back asleep.

I frown slightly but think nothing of it. He's probably downstairs cooking his unbelievable French toast. Part of me wishes we could just stay in bed the entire day. Maybe Matthew can start enacting some of those erotic fantasies he loves to tease me about. The thought makes me smile and I step out of our bed, slightly dizzy but giddy. I decide to throw on some underwear and his dress shirt from last night—he does love it when I wear his clothes. Besides, it's the easiest thing to reach for that's on the floor.

Buttoning it down my naked body I start making my way towards the kitchen. It's not until I'm at the top of the staircase that I start to hear a few voices in the kitchen. I slowly trudge down the stairs, Matthew's aura hitting me like a ton of bricks. He's not happy. He's furious and confused. I frown, wondering what could have possibly happened now with Bren. Matthew is only ever this angry when it involves Bren.

I turn the corner into the living room where the voices are coming from. I might as well be drenched with Matthew's aura—it's livid. But surprisingly, not as irate as Sage's. She's standing in the corner, her arms crossed over her chest in pure fury. Her eyes narrowed in a way I hope she never looks at me like that. If I didn't know any better, I would say she's controlling her wolf from killing someone.

Matthew's back is turned to me, and I think he's so outraged he doesn't even pick up on my scent. My eyes follow his and Sage to the girl sitting casually on the couch. She's beautiful. Silky long blonde hair, curvaceous body with breasts that are just a tad larger than mine. Her face riddled with Aphroditic beauties instead of imperfections. She looks delicate but strong. Like a carved statue coming to life.

"You need to fuck right off," Sage growls.

She's about to reply when her eyes suddenly land on me. I must look like a horrid mess in comparison. My hair in all directions from last night, make-up probably smudged because I forgot to take it off, and practically consumed by Matthew's dress shirt.

The girl stands up, her eyes narrowing so hard on me they flicker darkly. "Who the fuck is that, Matty?"

Matthew and Sage turn to see me. Matthew's aura for split second resigning from its anger. He looks concerned to say the least. His anger boils up again but before he can say anything, I feel my back straighten and I meet this girls' gaze with my own.

"Who the fuck are you?" I decide to retort.

Her nostrils are flaring, evidently picking up on my scent—our scent. Her eyes glaze over in black. "I'm Lila, Matty's mate."

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A/N: Ahhhh my exams are coming up so you'll have to wait a few days for the update but I've been DYYYING to upload this chapter. 

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