I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 0377 

VALERIE. 

We kiss like there’s no tomorrow, and it’s a moment I don’t ever want to end. Our pounding hearts are a melody to the emotion–powered moment between us. But it’s cut short when I hear the dip in his heartbeat, the tension in his body in his moment of pain. 

He’s injured! 

I grip his shoulders, forcing him back as I gasp for air. 

“Za…” My heart flutters when he ignores me and instead leans in again. His lips ghosting along my jaw as his fingers rake up my back once more, leaving fire in their wake. 

“Fuck Zade…” I whimper breathlessly as his lips touch my neck. This time biting down on the tender skin and sucking hard, I rake my fingers through his hair, wanting to pull him even closer but… “You need to be tended to.” 

He pauses for a fraction of a second, and I slowly push him back and look into his eyes, my fingers massaging the back of his neck. 

“I’m fine.” He says, his gaze dipping to my lips, making my heart pound as I look into those darkened eyes 

“You’re not… let me take care of you,” I say softly. 

He smirks slightly as he steps back, staggering a little. 

“Not the kind of taking care of I need,” He mutters huskily before he walks over to the bed, and I notice the very noticeable bulge in his pants. 

My core clenches and I bite my lip before I force myself to get my head straight. He’s hurt Valerie. 

He drops onto the bed and closes his eyes, and I’m relieved for that as I don’t think I could focus if he’s watching me when I’m finding it hard not to look at his manhood but yet again, my gaze dips to the tent in his pants. 

Oh, he’s big… 

My throat suddenly feels dry, and I exhale slowly. 

“I really dislike working unhygienically, but I can manage if I need to. As a werewolf, you won’t get an infection, but I will still need to grab a few items from my place.” I say softly, placing my hand on his thigh. 

+15 BONUS 

His eyes snap open. “No, you aren’t going back there, it’s not safe,” he says. ” What do you need?” 

“Disinfectant, gloves, some sterilised knives, which I have in my medical kit, and something to stitch up the wound when I’m done. I feel there’s some poison or something that needs to be drained.” I say. 

“I don’t have gloves, I have knives, and we don’t need to disinfect them. I have. needles and thread,” he counters, making me raise an eyebrow. He really doesn’t want me to risk it by going back out there. 

“That sounds like a doctor’s nightmare, but I have worked in rough situations. before, fine let’s do this.” 

He’s quiet for a moment as he watches me. “I take lives, you give them a second. chance… we’re worlds apart in more ways than one.” He murmurs, his eyes closing once again as he rests back on the pillow. 

“I don’t think that’s true… You don’t always take lives, you have also saved them.” Even though I’ve called him a killer… there’s more to him. 

He doesn’t respond and I stand up. “Mind guiding me to what I need?” I ask him. softly. 

He nods slowly before he tells me and I grab what I need from the kitchen, lounge and bedroom. 

Yes, his medical kit is far different from mine, although it’s clean, the blades are not medical blades… it’s clearly just a bunch of things that do the job thrown in there. Whatever does the job – that’s what this case screams. 

I get to work. Starting by washing my hands before I walk over to the bed, where he’s still pretty much hard and is unabashedly not hiding it. 

Focus Valerie…