Rejected His Miracle Luna (Dorothy and Ignatius)

Chapter 26

-Ignatius-

I was furious. At my father, at the elders, all of them. I swore to myself that the day Elliot stepped down

would be the day that I released them all from their duty. They were caught up in their old ways and

times were changing.

Dorothy was silent next to me, gazing out of the window with an expression I couldn’t quite place.

I wanted to apologize to her on behalf of my father, but I was still seething at his actions myself. We got

back to the house faster than I expected and I leaned back in the seat, huffing in the salty air and trying

to relax. Dorothy unclipped her seatbelt and leaned into me, pecking tiny k*sses along my shoulder.

“You okay?” she murmured in my ear and I tilted my head to the side to let her continue her trickle of

k*sses.

“Hmm.” I was aware I was acting moody but I was still a little too pis sed off to manage anything else.

They had disrespected my Luna and for that, I had murder on my mind.

Dorothy paid no mind to my crankiness and trailed her fingers down my chest to fiddle with my belt.

She kept her lips on my neck as she did so and I felt my bulge stiffening as she got the belt undone

and delved her hand into my pants. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s going to be okay,” She purred, stroking her hand along my growing erection, “Don’t let them get to

you.” She pulled my suit pants a little lower and freed my stiff member.

“What are you do-” I cut myself short and inhaled sharply as Dorothy placed her lips over the tip.

-Dorothy-

All along the drive home I felt a new arousal churning in my loins. Seeing Ignatius being possessive

and dominating had awoken a bout of

confidence in me. I was proud to be his mate, honored to be his Luna, and heavily turned on by my

partner.

I had never even attempted a bl ow j ob before even if I had been interested in any of the many young

shifters at my old college, none of them would ever have been interested in the outcast. It was easier

than I thought it would be and I reveled in my own little power trip as Ignatius. came undone above me.

I glided my lips over just the tip at first, licking my tongue gently on the sensitive skin there. Ignatius

leaned back in his seat and lolled his head back,

“F uck.”

His running commentary of moans grew louder as I took in more of his shaft with each downward bob

of my head. Ignatius put a hand in my hair and raised his hips slightly.

“Careful,” he growled as I continued, swirling my tongue around his thick phallus.

I ignored him and upped the antics, enjoying myself a little too much. Ignatius groaned and placed both

hands on my head, pushing it down and thrusting his hips up simultaneously until I gagged as his tip

grazed the back of my throat.

Saliva trickled from the side of my mouth as Ignatius used the hands in my hair to guide my head up

and down, seeming to enjoy my choking and spluttering. I was surprised to find I was loving it too.

Ignatius pumped faster then, holding my head in place as he ground his member down my throat. I

struggled to breathe through my nose and eventually gave up entirely, succumbing with pleasure to the

aggressive needs of an angry werewolf.

When he felt his

sat up, gasping gasm threatening to release, Ignatius pulled out and I

sat up, gasping for air and whipping saliva from my mouth. I had no time. to catch my breath before

Ignatius pulled me onto his lap. He lifted the flowing material of my dress all the way up to my waist and

pulled my underwear to the side.

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I leaned into him as he angled himself at my entrance and gripped both my wrists, pulling me down

onto his lap and ramming his straining erection deep inside of me. I cried out as he crashed against my

cervix and moaned my arousal as Ignatius mercilessly pounded into me.

The car rocked on its wheels as we continued our relentless sacrament, lightly steaming the windows

and knocking limbs in the small confined space. Ignatius pulled at the neckline of my dress to display

my hardened nipples and take one of them in his mouth, nipping viciously as I bucked on his lap.

It was me who came first this time, screaming my org asm into his neck as my b*dy shook and

clenched around him. Ignatius kept up his thrusting while Lcollapsed forwards and leaned limply on his

chest, moaning quietly at the overstimulation.

Ignatius finished with one final thrust into me that had me arching my. head back and gasping in

euphoria. My b*dy blazed hot as he emptied himself inside of me, twitching in elation at the abilities of

my mate.

I leaned against Ignatius again, overcome with fatigue and a roaring influx of endorphins. He wrapped

his arms around me, panting heavily. My

b*dy moved along with his chest that rose and fell as he heaved in shaky breaths. His member twitched

inside of me and I felt hot semen trickling

out from my core.

Sweat had broken out on my forehead as we steamed up the car and my hair was a fra zzled, damp

mess. Ignatius lifted my face in his hands to plant a gentle k*ss on my cheek,

“Well, that’s one way to put ourselves in a better mood.” He smiled smugl

I grinned back at him, fighting the overwhelming fatigue that was overtaking me.

Suddenly, a sharp rap on the window so hard it d amn near broke the glass startled us both.

We both looked up, passed the steam that clouded the glass into the eyes. of an angry-looking woman

– livid, in fact. She was glaring in at us and at me in particular, her fangs contorting her face into a

terrifying scowl.

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“Um, Ignatius,” I murmured, not taking my eyes off the woman outside,

“Who is that?”

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-Dorothy-

I came to learn her name soon enough- after Ignatius snapped back to his.

senses.

“F ucking, Angie,” he muttered, scowling back at her through the window before gently easing me off of

him and tucking his rod back in his pants.

“Who?”

He didn’t answer me. Redoing his belt buckle and opening the door, Ignatius stepped out of the car and

faced the woman. She stood with her arms folded, her eyes burned into Ignatius like she wanted to tear

out his throat.

I scrambled out of the opposite door, attempting to readjust my ruined. underwear and pressing my

legs together when I felt Ignatius’s earlier. release dripping down my thigh.

I blushed bright red and swished the length of my dress back down in the hopes of hiding it. I rounded

the car and stood behind Ignatius, eyeing out the woman – Angie – warily.

Angie was pretty, or at least she would have been if her face wasn’t

contorted into a vicious sneer. Her chocolate brown hair tumbled down over her shoulders and her legs

were longer than even that of Lana’s.

Her dark blue eyes focussed on me as I slipped my hand into Ignatius’s and jutted out my chin in an

attempt to look intimidating.

Considering my hair looked like a bird’s nest and Ignatius’s scent wast lavished all over my b*dy, I don’t

think anything I did would make me look anything more than a haphazard mess.

“So this is the runt?”

Angie leered at me, placing her hands on her slender hips. Although everything about her was long and

graceful, I noticed the muscular build of her shoulders and pretty impressive biceps for a girl who

looked so

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dainty.

Just like Lana, her athletic frame and sl anted features made her a walking, talking goddess whom I

paled in comparison against.

Ignatius’s eyes were stormy as he faced off with Angie. I heard the rumbling grow of warning

reverberating from his throat.

“It seems the whole pack is insistent on getting involved in my personal affairs.” Ignatius was calm, but

I felt the ripples of irateness under the surface. “What do you want, Angie?”

Angie shook her head. “I knew you’d be bound to latch onto someone new someday, but come on

Ignatius. Her? Really?”

She spoke over my head like I was a child or an inanimate object. I bristled next to Ignatius and

delivered a low growl from my own vocal cords at her attitude.

She shot another glance at me. “So very intimidating.” Her voice was laden. with sarcasm. “I’m

quaking.”

Angie looked back at Ignatius as if dismissing my presence entirely. “Anyway. Think about what you’re

doing. Think about how this will look to the other packs. The Bielke tribe gives no handouts and takes

no leftovers.”

I scowled at her remarks. I was beginning to grow tired of constantly being. referred to as someone’s

leftovers.

“It makes us look bad,” Angie continued, ignoring the daggers I was shooting her way. “We can’t have a

rejected pup for a Luna. It’s questionable for an Alpha to even find himself a new mate in place. What

about Claire?”

I expected Ignatius to snap at that last quip but he brought his ce his ear and raised his hand at Angie.

“Enough, Angie. You can go ne

Angie tossed her hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes at his comma “So now you have no problem

with using your Alpha privileges to command me. What happened to equal comrades, Ignatius?”