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.

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 it out

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

grabs hold

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

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

no matter how foolish, or an idiot Sebastian is, he is built like a

sexy smirk of his is growing and I think it’s high time I remind him that I

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

close to the band of

enjoying that…

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

as I raise my hand level to my face, looking at

think I was a little rough.” I pout, before I look at

from here on we are simply partners to find out who is behind all

am not going to lower my walls to simply be hurt all over

Valerie. We cannot let her die… can you command the Scotts that as they belong to

in

has almost fully disappeared, but in its wake, it has left a painful reminder of the broken bond between us. I have to be

I 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 allow

you,” I say quietly

nod. “Yes, I need to get back,” I

weather is far worse than I thought. The rain is pouring down so fast that

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

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

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

you serious?”

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

rarely wore hoodies and sweatpants aside from training and seeing him like

quickly climb out and Sebastian is

didn’t leave a name,

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

Taking hold of my wrist, he breaks into a run, and we

are going to be soaked

I’m wearing is already soaked and so is my natural hair. My pants, my shirt, everything is soaked

Goddess!