I Am The Luna

A Storm

ZAIA. He unbuckles his belt sexily. Slow and teasingly. The thin strip of hair that travels from his belly button down past his belt and into his pants makes me swallow hard. His defined V and his abs are all drool-worthy.

He’s watching me with a hunger that I never thought I’d ever see again… One that makes me light-headed, but he’s playing on my emotions. I am not going to throw away everything I built for one taste of heaven and sin.

I twirl around, turning my back to him as my heart pounds. “You really lack common courtesy, Sebastian,” I scold icily as I stare out through the gaps in the blinds at the violent storm.

The fact that my babies are home alone without me is making me uneasy. I do need to return… if I set off- I gasp when his arm reaches past me, and he parts the blind, peering out.

“It’s bad.” He murmurs. “We might just have to wait it out.” “No,” I say, my gaze dipping down before I can stop myself, but he’s put on the sweatpants.

Thank the Goddess! My cheeks burn at the fact I had a look down. “Disappointed?” he asks in a husky growl. I roll my eyes.

“No, keep dreaming,” I reply before I look into those startling blue eyes, becoming serious. “I can’t wait it out. The children are home and with everything I’ve learned, I’m even more scared for them.”

He frowns and glances at the door. “I understand completely, with the Scotts back, perhaps you might have to use the window to get out…” He says, looking me over. I tilt my head, rather surprised at how fast he has agreed, but I’m grateful. I nod, hesitating as I look down.

“Think I could give you my number, so we can keep in touch? We need to figure this out without any secrets. I’ll get a second phone so we can’t be traced.”

He tilts his head as he crosses his arms, leaning against the wall, as his muscles flex.

he moves away from the window and walks to the briefcase that’s on the table and takes out a small simple phone. “My number is in there, and just keep it switched

torture me like that? He coughs, a glint of amusement in his eyes, and I frown, snatching the phone

when he grabs hold of

free to do so,” he

as I feel his firm skin beneath my fingers. Tingles of pleasure rush through me

he is built like a god and one

cocky, infuriating yet sexy smirk of his is growing and I think it’s high time I remind him

slowly toss the phone. He passes me onto the bed and steps closer. My heart is going crazy and his scent is driving me nuts, I rake my eyes over him and for a moment I’m distracted by one of the necklaces that hang around his neck. A necklace I had purchased

precariously close to the band of his sweatpants. His

you enjoying that…

but smile deviously as I suddenly grab onto a few of the

back. I cock a brow as I raise my hand level to my face, looking at the few hairs I managed to

dear, I think I was a little rough.” I pout, before I

off as I pick up the phone and shove it into my bag. “Don’t overstep Sebastian… from here on we

my walls to simply be hurt all over

things I’ve discovered. I’ll share this with you at another time… however, my first priority is Valerie. We cannot let her die… can

in mind?” he asks icily, his voice now

fully disappeared, but in its wake, it has left a painful

but we are werewolves. Surely there must be some truth in it. I

will not

quietly as I slip

he asks. I nod. “Yes, I need to get back,”

far worse than I thought. The rain is pouring

even need my wig, because the amount of rain that is hammering down is

you,” he says suddenly. “We shouldn’t be seen

I’m not letting you out there like that,” he replies firmly. I glance over my shoulder as I shoulder my bag, seeing him pulling out a hoodie and a jacket of Jai’s before he grabs his briefcase

you serious?”

message. We’ll work on Valerie’s family and decide our next course of action.” He says, pulling the hood up and I have to admit he doesn’t look like himself. He shoves his clothes and briefcase into a gym bag and shoulders

rarely wore hoodies and sweatpants aside from training and seeing him like this, no one

rain hits my face. I quickly climb out and Sebastian is behind

leave a name,

We’re drenched. This time it’s not only him who is soaking

hold of my wrist, he breaks into a run, and we head back to

be soaked

so is my natural hair. My pants, my shirt,

Goddess!