His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 24: Maddening Men
If the fae folk were real, surely, she would be one of them. No one else enchants me like so, it is irksome.
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Warm engulfs me, but it isn’t overbearing, adrenaline-rushing, or thought-consuming. It is welcome against the morning’s chill. I snuggle closer to it, sighing in its embrace.
The bed shifts beneath me, the warm cushion on my backside squeezing as another grows against my stomach.
"Hmm." My brows pinch together. That doesn’t seem right. I lower my hand and reach for the long pillow, tugging at it, pausing when it moves by itself. It bumps into my hand. It’s too early for this.
Still, I cannot fathom what is in my hand and start to visualise while sliding my fingers along it. It’s warm and soft, with some sort of fur at the bottom. A low groan snaps my eyes open, and my hand stills again.
I stop breathing. Any grogginess I feel clears. Soren is lying next to me. Naked. I am also draped over him like a needy blanket. However, his hand firmly on my backside indicates he is no different.
I know this is wrong. Utterly wrong, yet I cannot move. I cannot help it. Soren’s features are soft and unguarded. I follow the sharp lines of his jaw, the dusting of stubble. He is a handsome man. I always believed him to be so, but not once did I allow myself to look for longer, to let my thoughts wander.
Soren is my knight, and I am the princess no one desires as a friend or mate. That is why I allowed myself this peace a moment more. He is lying on his back, dishevelled locks spread out along the pillow, a large torso on display, and the hard contours of his muscles prominent.
My eyes flick down and widen at my indecency. My hand was wrapped around his morning erection, the ’pillow’ that had grown against me.
What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?
I pull my hand away and place it against his stomach, both hesitant and embracing him a while longer, resting on his bicep until he wakes, and guilt turns him away from me. Holding him by the genitalia is not the best impression to wake upon. Soren will already be... emotional about this; he is duty-bound.
Leaving his arms or my bed will not change that. I know him. He tried to give me his canines because of that fateful night at the Moonlight Masquerade. I do not blame him at all for any of this.
As for myself, I was still coming to terms with what I’d done with not only one man but two. I wasn’t upset about losing my virginity, even if it was to someone like the Alpha Prince. Until recently, my life was like a never-ending circle of pain and confusion. Still, I wonder why the people despised me so and how easily they turned on my mother, who wouldn’t have hurt a fly.
So, no, my virginity was nothing to cry over. The only part I despise is Eryx blackmailing me. I may not care about my purity, but rumours could not circulate about it.
For now, in the quiet, I accepted what I’d done with Soren last night. It wasn’t right, but selfishly, I relished in this relief. It helped ease off this cursed heat.
It will still be there, I know it. It’s there in the back of my mind as though it is waiting. Internally, I shake the thought away.
I blinked back in surprise. Soren’s deep hazel eyes were on me. He was alert and taking in every detail of my face. Then his hand slipped away from cupping my backside, and he jerked back. My head flopped onto the pillow, and I slowly sat, using the bedspread to cover my body, now suddenly feeling very shy even though I’d touched him and he’d had his tongue inside me most of the night.
"Princess," he whispered, hands sliding up his face, covering his eyes. He rubbed aggressively as though possibly to wipe away the images of the night before and this morning. Those fingers then slid into the crown of his head as he stared at me.
"Don’t," I whispered, imploring him with my eyes not to beat himself up about this. "This is my fault. I came onto you. My pheromones lured you to me like some sort of vixen. I used your oath against you..." I trailed off; it seemed my words were making the situation worse.
Why wouldn’t they? Surely, by being the only villain here, it would help ease his mind?
"I desire you!" Soren snapped and pushed off the bed.
I suck in a breath, shocked by his admission. Soren grabbed his long johns from the ground and tugged them up, adjusting his length in them before turning to face me.
"I am your knight, your protector, and I cannot protect you from myself!" He hissed and kneeled on the bed, reaching toward me. With the barest of touches, his fingers shook against my cheek.
Hazel eyes aflame, he stared into my eyes, brows tugged together. "You say it is your fault, but I happily agreed. If I didn’t want to do it, I would not." His hand lowered, grazing gently against my neck, gaze lowering, along with his voice that dripped with disdain, "I took advantage of you."
"No, Soren." I rose to my knees, still clutching the cover, but he ripped his gaze away. Before I could say anything more, he stormed off. My mouth dropped open as the door swung shut behind him.
Seriously, are all men this emotional? I’m not chasing after him.
"It is too early for this," another voice grumbled from across the room.
"What the!?" My heart almost leapt out of my chest; I jumped so violently that I lost balance and fell back, tangled in the bedsheets. With the pounding of my heart and breathing a little laboured, I tugged the sheet around my head as well, hoping whoever was in the room didn’t see anything.
With wide eyes, a little shaken that Soren didn’t notice anything amiss, I looked at the rest of my bed chamber, only then noticing the turquoise chaise in front of the fire. My hand shot to my mouth. Theo.
My slave and childhood friend was lying down, a cover over his legs. One flexed arm rested over his eyes, brown locks dishevelled around his features, strands sticking to his face.
"Moon Goddess," I whispered, flicking my gaze up. Did I spend an evening frolicking in the sheets with my knight while my friend was fighting a fever and trying to sleep across from us?!
