I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 44

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 44

Chapter 44 A Father’s Role

ZAIA. My heart is thumping as I sense him stand up. “Excuse me,” I say quietly, about to step away and head to the bathroom, when he grabs my wrist and spins me around and back into his arms, making me gasp.

He’s naked and I’m extremely aware of the heat from his body. The feeling of his body against mine… every ridge and groove… and his cock, but it’s the look in his eyes that is making me lightheaded.

“You’re just going to give me the second greatest gift that I can ever hope for and then run away?” He asks, gripping the side of my face. Don’t…

My breath hitches and I close my eyes trying to focus. His closeness… his touch… We already crossed a barrier today that we never should have. The very thought of what happened makes my core clench all over again.

“I…” my voice is breathless as his finger brushes across my jaw. “Despite everything… you deserve to meet them, and they deserve to know their father.”

I open my eyes, finding myself looking into his burning silver ones. They hold so many emotions and are staring into mine with such intensity that I’m forced to look away.

“Look at me, Zaia.” His voice is soft, husky, and low as he forces me to turn my head back towards him. His nose brushes mine before he touches his forehead to mine.

“Thank you.” He says quietly. His hand that grips my elbow, now let’s go and wraps around my waist tightly.

I close my eyes, lowering my head so he doesn’t see what this is doing to me. He lets go of my face, cupping the back of my head as he pulls me into his chest, resting his head on top of mine.

It’s an intense moment, but somehow him. being naked just makes it a little amusing and I won’t deny that I feel embarrassed.

“I know you’re happy but you’re naked,” I whisper, pulling away. Any longer in his arms and I will want him again “Right.” He says, letting go of me as if not wanting to upset me.

There’s an awkward silence between us before he runs his fingers through his hair I shake my head, hiding my smile as I turn away and walk towards the bathroom.

I feel sore. He hadn’t held back, still and I ca feel the aftermath of that sex session. I bite my lip, my core clenching before I look over my shoulder at him.

“Good night, Sebastian… I’ll get in touch with you tomorrow,” I say, stepping into the bathroom.

I’m about to close the door when he stops me, gripping the door and stopping me from being able to close it. My eyes widen, and I raise an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

“My shirt.” He says with a cocky smirk.

“Oh…” I say looking down. He leans against the door and crosses his arms clearly showing that he isn’t about to turn away.

How shameless.

His piercing blue eyes are on me, undressing me with them and as much as I want to tell him to turn away… I want to tease him too. And so, I turn my back on him, slowly slipping the shirt down from my shoulders.

I hear his heart rate quicken and I smirk as I let it drop to my wrists before I tug it off and place one arm over my boobs; I turn and hold it out to him.

“Your shirt, Alpha,” I say flirtatiously, blinking at him. He exhales slowly, swallowing hard as he takes it from me, and I smirk. “I think I won that round,” I say before I push him out of the way and slam the door shirt.

I stifle a giggle, turning I lean against the door and close my eyes, placing a hand on my chest. I know it’s complicated… but I won’t deny that tonight left me feeling incredibly good…

“Zaia?” I look up. It’s the following day and we are sitting having breakfast. The children have already finished and have gone to play in the other room.

Mom looks at me suspiciously from across the table. I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“What is it?” I ask, taking another spoonful of my cereal. “There’s something different about you…” she muses. “Something about your face…”