Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Declan’s POV

The moment the bathroom door gave way, my mind went blank.

Emily sat frozen in the tub, the water dripping slowly down skin that glowed under the dim candlelight.

Moon Goddess.

The water had clearly gone cold hours ago, but she sat there like she could scrub my entire kingdom off her skin if she tried hard enough. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, and her lips parted the second she saw me. Every instinct I had–every dark, violent urge–snapped into focus on one single thought.

Mine.

I felt a slow smile spread across my face. It wasn’t a sane look. I didn’t care.

Her eyes narrowed. “Get out.”

I leaned against the broken doorframe, acting like I had all the time in the world. “No.”

“I said get out.”

“And I said no, sweetheart.”

Her jaw set. She was beautiful when she was angry. Actually, she was better than beautiful–she was lethal. The

firelight played over her wet skin as the water moved softly around her. She tried to sink deeper the moment my gaze dropped.

Cute. Like that would change anything. My wolf was pacing in the back of my mind, snarling a single command:

Touch her. Claim her. Never let her go.

I pushed off the doorframe and took a step toward her. Her breathing changed instantly–short, jagged bursts of air.

“Don’t,” she warned.

I didn’t listen. “You’ve been sitting in ice water for hours,” I murmured. “You’re going to get sick.”

“I’d rather freeze than have you anywhere near me.”

That should have made me angry. Instead, it made me want to laugh. “You say the cruelest things when you’re

naked,” I said, crouching beside the tub. “It’s a dangerous habit.”

Her glare was sharp enough to draw blood. “Declan.”

“Emily.”

The air between us grew thick, humming with a tension that made the hair on my arms stand up. I held my hand out toward her.

“Get out.”

“No.”

I tilted my head, smiling lazily: “Well. That’s a shame for you.

Before she could move, I reached into the water and grabbed her. She let out a sharp gasp as I hauled her straight

out of the tub. The freezing water soaked into my black shirt instantly, but I didn’t feel the cold. All I felt was her struggling against me.

“Put me down!”

Her body pressing against mine only made things worse. She was warm, soft, and exactly where she belonged.

“You’re impossible,” I muttered.

“You’re insane!”

“Probably.”

I carried her into the bedroom, water dripping from both of us onto the rugs. When I set her on the bed, she tried to scramble away, but I caught her ankle before she could move an inch. The look she gave me was a mess of fear and hatred–but underneath it all, I felt the heat.

I could feel every shiver when my fingers brushed her skin. I could feel how much she hated that she wanted me.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, slowly drying the wet strands of hair away from her face. For a long time, we didn’t say a word. I just watched the way her chest rose and fell. I watched how her thighs pressed together whenever I leaned in too close.

Her wolf was calling for me, even while Emily fought me with every bit of strength she had. That fight fascinated me. It obsessed me.

“You looked terrified downstairs,” I said, my voice low.

Her eyes flashed with a sudden heat. “You butchered them.”

“They challenged me,” I countered.

“You enjoyed it.”

“What did you do to Stella?” The words came out sharp, but the second I looked at her eyes, I saw it. Fear. Real fear. Not for herself.

A dark amusement curled inside me.

“Why do you care?” I asked softly. “You should be happy if she disappears. I’m doing you a favor after everything she did to you in your old life.”

The second I called her pack and her old life past tense, something in her expression twisted painfully. Good. I wanted her to understand. That world was gone. Burned away. There was only this place now. Only me.

1 can’t do that to her,” Emily whispered. “Please… spare her.”

“The bond is already begging for me.” I brushed my lips slowly against the inside of her thigh. “Stop punishing yourself for feeling it.”

“Don’t…” she whispered weakly.

But her body was already arching toward me.

“I hate you,” she whispered. The words sounded more like a prayer than an insult.

I let my hand drift higher, moving with a patience that was starting to kill me. She sucked in a jagged breath. I oved watching her lose control. I loved how she tried to pretend she was still in charge of herself.

I leaned down, my mouth brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She trembled so hard.

‘Declan…”

It was a warning, or maybe a plea. I didn’t care which. I kissed her again, slower this time, feeling the way her nuscles tensed and then yielded. The bond between us was a living thing now, pulsing like a second heartbeat.

Her fingers twisted into the sheets, her knuckles white. “This isn’t real,” she whispered, her voice sounding lesperate. “It’s just the mark… it’s not me…”

Maybe. Maybe not. I was past caring about the why. Every sound she made only made me harder, my arousal welling and pulsing with even greater intensity.

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Emily’s POV

I cried out as I climaxed harder against his mouth once again; he had been at it for twenty minutes without pause.

I was already sore from the relentless friction of his tongue and fingers, but he showed no intention of stopping.

As another orgasm crashed through me, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed, I sobbed, “Please, Declan, stop,” begging him with tear–blurred eyes.

I was drenched in sweat and the salt of dried tears.

My body felt completely spent, and I didn’t think I could handle another wave of orgasm.

“I want you to know, I don’t share what’s mine. And you, Emily, are MINE alone,” he growled against my skin, sending violent shivers racing through my frame.

He pressed one final kiss against my skin.

“There,” Declan murmured. “Now you’re clean.”

He stood up, grabbed the towel from the edge of the bed and tossed it toward me.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he said, leaving me trembling and alone on my bed.