His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 71: Comforting a Slave (2)

Heady from the wine and a little from the warmth enveloping me, I wiggle a little more into Theo, who hisses in my ear. I stop and look behind me. "I’m sorry, I was getting comfortable. Did it hurt?"

Theo clears his throat lightly. "Not in the way you think," he chuckles, and I feel him move a little behind me. With his arm draped over my waist and his leg resting over my hip, I wonder if he is comfortable.

"Why did you say to get in this position?" I question him as his hand plays with my nightdress by my stomach. I know it is habitual, and he doesn’t realise what he is doing. But the light touches, the movement of the fabric warms me. I’m so sensitive again, but it’s not that all-consuming, overwhelming need that pulsed through me under Eryx’s touch.

I squeeze my eyes shut at the absurd direction of my thoughts and the guilt that manifests from them. I’m not doing anything with Theo, but it is wrong to think of another man, one I’d been intimate with while cuddling another.

"Women like to be spooned like this," Theo murmurs.

I ignored the term ’women’ like he’d done this many times before and settled on the next term. "Spooned?"

He shrugged casually behind me. "So... Do men... not get... spooned?" The term sounded so weird on my tongue.

Theo chuckled. "It is nice to be cuddled. Do you not like this?"

"Well... You keep prodding me," I say casually, but I am anything but nonchalant. I know Theo doesn’t mean to; he is a man, but feeling him pressing into me keeps stirring warmth in my core.

My pheromones have been mildly creeping out, but Theo doesn’t seem to be affected, so I have been enjoying this time, warming up under the covers and not totally squirming at my ridiculous bodily needs.

"Ah," Theo tilts his head down as though to bury his face into my neck and hide in embarrassment and mumbles, "I don’t mean to-"

"I know," I breathe, trying to glance at him, but he has hidden his face.

Theo inhales deeply then, and I feel his length twitch against my lower back. Oh, my pheromones... I close my eyes and lean my head back a little more, my breath whooshing out of me after I feel his lips on my skin. It wasn’t intentional; I knew it to be because he had been resting his head on me. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Ida?" He breathes out and swallows thickly.

"Hmmm?" My hum is breathless, and I try to control myself.

"I can... massage you."

"Hmmm?"

"To keep warm," he adds quickly.

My head nods silently, and my breath hitches. The hand that had been grazing my nightie casually so softly roams confidently across my body. The other arm, which was underneath me, reaches around until both hands cup gently beneath my breasts.

My shock is quickly outweighed by the tender touch that has me leaning against him more, my breaths growing deeper as desire builds in my lower belly. His touch grows more confident, sliding over my breasts and kneading them.

"Will this warm you?" I question, but my voice is dazed as my heat starts to tingle along my body.

"It is," Theo says gruffly as he prods my backside. "Tell me what you want."

I look over my shoulder at him, and my mouth dries. His voice had grown deeper, and now I see why. My pheromones are affecting him. The deep blue of his eyes is gradually being swallowed up by his pupils. He licks the side of my neck, and a shiver ripples through me directly to my core.

His fingers tug at the small bow of my nightgown before they slip beneath and caress my nipples. I buckle a little, my backside jutting back into him. He huffs a little and squeezes my nipples a little in response; the action makes my toes scrunch in at the sensation shooting to my lower belly.

"Tell me..." He says again. "I will do whatever you wish."

Instead of answering with words, my hand lowers behind me while he continues to knead my breasts. My hand dips under his breeches, tentative at first, but his answering groan and the slick head of his cock make my thighs squeeze together.

My fingers barely skim along his length, my imagination drawing up what it looks like before I freeze and realise neither of us is entirely in our right mind. The drink was nothing compared to the heady scent of my pheromones that would lure Theo to mate with me.

"What is it?" He kisses the back of my neck, and one hand starts to dip lower, gliding along my stomach and freezing just above my undergarment.

"You... want this, right?" I hear myself asking, sounding nervous and worried. I am. "I will stop otherwise."

Theo smiles against the back of my neck. "I want you, Ida. Do whatever you want with me. I’m more than happy to oblige." He groans a little as he rolls his hips, his length gliding along my hand. Roses and sea salt wrap around me in an enticing embrace; then I realise it is his own scent, and it is utterly delicious.

Roses and sea salt. Who knew someone could smell like that? Where Eryx smelt completely of the earth rich with a twist of cloves, and Soren like the steel blades he carries with a hint of sweet cinnamon, Theo was like the ocean, soft sea salted air, calling lovers to their deaths with the sweetness of rose petals scattered along the shores.

It utterly entraps me. Whether it is a mixture of the wine, my heat and that alluring scent, I do not care as I fall further into my blissful state.

With his looks, Theo was captivating, but with a scent like that, he could be a siren, making anyone drool and swoon. He could control them and use them for his bidding if he wished. Has he? I can see why so many she-wolves have tried to exploit him.

But I am not one of them. I start to turn, a little dazed, and he withdraws his hands, watching me curiously.

"You might not believe me, but I am not actually that experienced..." My hands lower his breeches, and I tug them down just enough so he will spring free. "I was a virgin two weeks ago..."

"It doesn’t matter," he whispers before his lips softly brush against mine like I am something far too precious to touch. His own lips are as soft as a rose’s petal. If my heat entices him into my bed, it is him alone that compels me to yield to his whims.