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.

came prepared,” he says before 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 off when not using it,” he finishes, holding

gaze falling to how dangerously low those sweatpants are sitting. Goddess, does he have to torture me like that? He coughs, a glint of amusement in his eyes, and I frown, snatching

into my bag, when he grabs hold of my

touch or look, feel free to do so,” he says, pulling my hand against

firm skin beneath my fingers. Tingles of pleasure rush through me as he moves my hand slowly lower over the plains of

matter how foolish, or an idiot Sebastian is, he is

I think it’s high time I remind him that I am not

crazy and his scent is driving me nuts,

the band of his sweatpants.

you enjoying

about to reply when he narrows his eyes, a flicker of suspicion in them and I can’t help but smile deviously as I suddenly grab onto a few of the hairs that travel downwards

back. I cock a brow as I raise my hand level

rough.” I pout, before I look at him, smirking at the deathly glare

my fingers off as I pick up the phone and shove it into my bag. “Don’t overstep Sebastian… from here on we are simply partners to find out who is behind all of this and why. Aside from that… we are

walls to simply be hurt

and there are 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 you command the Scotts that as they belong

sure. What do you have in mind?”

s3xual tension between us has almost fully disappeared, but in its wake, it has left a painful reminder of the broken bond between us. I have to be selfish and protect my own heart

know it’s possible lore… but we are werewolves. Surely there must be some truth in it. I want you to buy me some time whilst

assured, I will not

quietly as

I need to get back,” I say quietly as I push the blinds up and slip

weather is far worse than I thought. The rain is

because the amount of rain that is hammering down is intense and no one

will become flooded. “I’m coming with you,” he says suddenly. “We shouldn’t be seen together.” I remind him as I unlatch

as I shoulder my bag, seeing him pulling out a hoodie and a jacket

serious?” I

He says, pulling the hood up and I have to admit he doesn’t look like himself. He

him like this, no one would recognise him, let

rain hits my face. I quickly climb out

didn’t leave

silently and pulls the window shut. We’re drenched. This time it’s not only him who is soaking wet, and it’s so

says quietly. Taking hold of my wrist, he breaks into a

are going to be soaked

so is my natural hair. My pants, my shirt, everything is soaked and I’m not looking forward

Goddess!