I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 92

14. A Bite of Chocolate or I Am The Luna Chapter 92 By Moonlight Muse

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It’s late, surely past two in the morning, yet we are both wide awake. That was… incredible…

Pleasure still courses through me at just the memory, and my cheeks burn at the memory. Sebastian is an irresistible god that I love with everything I have. I’m sitting in the warm bathtub, soaking my tired body.

Sebastian will be joining me in a few minutes. I can hear him through the open door as he strips the bedding and the thud as he flips the mattress. After that session, it was very much needed.

I blush, feeling extremely satiated despite the exhaustion that comes with it. Even though we both need sleep and would happily sink into slumber in one another’s arms, Sebastian’s suggestion to have a soak in the tub was an obvious implication that tonight is not over.

We need to talk. That is something that I know, and I hope he is ready to open up. He re- enters the bathroom, gloriously naked, holding the two glasses of wine, and the platter of chocolates and strawberries.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he says, placing the tray down on the stool beside the tub. My eyes rake over his manhood and he smirks. “Distracted?

“Maybe…” I bite my lip as he bends down, giving me a soft kiss and passing me a glass. He then gets into the tub opposite me, his strong muscular legs on either side of mine.

His eyes flicker as they rake over my breasts that are peeking out of the water and, of course, I’m going to tease him too. I brush my hair back, raising my arms as I twist it up, giving him an even better view of my breasts.

“Fuck, don’t tempt me.” He growls, making me giggle. “Is the beast not satiated?” I tease, brushing my foot along his manhood.

Oh, he’s hard again.

Mmm…

“Are you satiated?” he mocks. I roll my eyes, “I’m a woman. We aren’t as horny as men are.” I say, although I don’t believe that annoying Sebastian is an extremely fun pastime.

“We both know that’s not true. I mean, you are the one who came onto me,” he replies cockily as he raises his glass and takes a gulp. “I don’t remember that happening.” I retort, making him smirk.

“Oh? Well, I guess I really did fuck your brains out. But I won’t complain. I want you every hour of every day.”

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I brush my foot along his balls.

“I’ll let you win this round.”

“Let me win? I think I won,” he replies. I’ve missed this. “Things are different this time, aren’t they? I mean, between us, although it’s still us.” I muse.

“There’s definitely a stronger connection. I have always loved you, Zaia. But there was definitely a lack of proper communication. My fault for trying to handle everything… and yours for always pushing aside what you felt, as long as I was happy.” He’s serious now as I sip my wine and I nod.

“I agree, so let’s make sure communication is always key,” I murmur as he reaches over, picking up a strawberry and twirling it in the chocolate.

Reaching over, he places it to my lips and parts them, I bite into it slowly, watching his gaze linger on my lips before he feeds me the rest of the strawberry and leans back once more.

“I guess it is,” he says, answering my statement from moments earlier. “I wanted to tell you, I shifted into my wolf. In fact, not only did I manage to shift painlessly, but I went up against three rogues single-handed and-”

“You what?” he asks sharply. “What were you doing out there alone? Why were the guards and lai not doing their job?”

“Let me finish,” I say, exhaling in frustration. “I can handle myself, Sebastian, this is what always happens. Just let me explain.”

He’s frowning deeply and I really don’t want to be harsh, but I am going to have to say this.

“I can take care of myself, Sebastian. For several years, I was alone. I don’t need you to be overprotective of me all the time, ok?” My tone is as gentle as possible yet firm enough to get the message across. I need him to understand because I know how he reacts. He frowns but does not reply, and I sigh.

“We always hit this… this point, where you get mad and…”

Don’t give up Zaia… one of us has to be patient. “I’m not mad. I’m simply wondering why you would be out there alone when you damn well know that it’s dangerous.”

“I wanted to go for a run, something you have done countless times, but because you’re a man, it’s ok right?”

He shakes his head, “Ok, I get it, you’re an Alpha, so I shouldn’t worry,” he replies coldly and places his empty glass down and I sigh.

“No, worry. You are allowed to worry. I mean, I worry about you, but you wouldn’t stop risking your life just because it worries me. I just mean, why the double standards?”

“Can we just agree to disagree on this? I will always worry about you, regardless of whether you’re capable of handling yourself or not.”

He’s trying. I can tell that as much as he’s frowning, he’s controlling his temper.

“I can settle for that,” I say, placing my hand on his knee which is slightly raised. “Thank you for understanding.”

“Doesn’t mean I will ever like it. You’re mine, and nothing will ever happen to you.” “It won’t,” I say softly, caressing his thigh for a moment.

“So, what happened?” he asks, his eyes serious.

“Well, I have a meeting with them tomorrow. They aren’t feral. Clearly just more in touch with their wolves than the majority of us. They knew about you and consider most of us pathetic excuses of wolves.”

He’s frowning deeply as if pondering over something, “A meeting? Did you consider the possibility it could be a trap? They think most werewolves are below them?”