From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 I’m Not Staying

Chapter 120 I’m Not Staying

ELOISE.

“Just wait,” he grits out.

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Giving up, I let my knees drop open, my legs relaxing as much as possible. But when he swipes

closed. a finger up my entrance, my knees automatically try to snap

“Damon!” His name is a squeak. And when he lifts his glistening fingers, I slap my hands over

my eyes.

A second later, he lets out a deep moan, and I’d swear his finger is in his mouth again, but I don’t lower my hands to watch. It’s all just too overwhelming.

The hand on my thigh squeezes once more. “Don’t move.”

I nod my head at his command, but I don’t comply.

The mattress shifts, and I finally peek through my fingers when I sense the room is empty. I’m tempted to close my legs, but I know there’s no point. Plus, I can feel the cooling mess slipping down to the mattress, to pool between my thighs. That felt so good, and Wolf squeaked; she wanted more.

Get over yourself whore. I chastised myself in my head.

The bathroom faucet turns on, and a few seconds later, Damon is striding back into my room. There’s not a shred of concern on his face over the fact that he’s walking around fully nude. And if he’s not going to hide, then I’m going to look.

I almost ask him to turn on a light, just so I can see him in detail, but that would mean he could do the same with me, and even though he seems very happy with my body, I’m not ready for that level of scrutiny.

Damon climbs back onto the bed, reclaiming his spot between my legs.

I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when he presses the cold, damp washcloth against my pussy, dragging it through my folds.

I jerk away with a startled cry.

“Stay still.”

That’s what he says—stay still—before proceeding to use one hand to hold me open.

while

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the other, wielding the cloth, cleans me. Intimately.

“It’s cold,” I hiss.

He gently passes the cloth over me once more. “I know, Baby.”

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“You could’ve used warm water,” I grumble, apparently accepting the whole weird situation.

“You’re gonna be sore enough the way it is; the cold might help.” He says it matter–of–factly while climbing out of the bed once more.

“Oh.”

The water runs again for a minute, and when he reappears in the doorway, I realize I can finally close my legs.

And he’s right about one thing at least. As I flatten my legs to the mattress, I’m already aching, inside and out.

Damon stands there, watching me for another moment, before clipping out, “I’m not staying. I have business to attend to.”

And just like that, it feels like a cold towel has covered my whole body.

“Alright,” I whisper my reply and reach for the blankets, pulling them up over my nakedness. I shouldn’t feel weird about it. I know we haven’t talked about whatever is going on between us, but I know it was nothing. Once I was done with my mission here, I would leave. That’s the whole point.

There’s a wet spot on the sheet underneath me, but I’m going to ignore that until he leaves.

I watch in silence as Damon picks up his clothes, pulling them on one by one.

I don’t know why his actions now are making me sad.

This is what I expected him to do. Honestly, I didn’t think this would suddenly become some loving relationship. I’ve never been foolish enough to hope for that, from anyone.

When he turns to grab his pants, the small bits of light reflect off his back, and I can see discolored marks of scars.

I felt them when I had my limbs wrapped around him, thinking nothing of the raised texture in the moment. Seeing them now, even just in bits and pieces, it’s jarring. There are several.

The urge to ask him about them, to touch them again, dances across my tongue. But I stay

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quiet.

Damon shrugs his shirt on. “I’m not staying.”

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It’s a repeat of what he already said. And its meaning is clear. I’m not staying is different from I can’t wait. Why is he repeating it as if I didn’t have an understanding of what he meant at first?

He’s choosing to leave and walk, and since he didn’t acknowledge my reply before, I don’t bother saying anything.

And it’s fine. It really is. Hell, I basically tricked him into taking my virginity those weeks ago because he didn’t know I was a virgin. He’s probably dis– I nearly shake my head at that thought. He’s clearly not disgusted. In fact, he was the exact opposite of disgusted.

Damon pulls his suit coat on last, and I watch him stuff his tie into the pocket, rather than put it back on.

He’s larger than life, standing there at the foot of my bed and looking dangerous, looking like a twisted mix of savior and executioner, wound together to create one confusing and sinful package.

Well, that’s it then.

Opening my mouth, I say the only thing I can think of.

“Thank you, Damon.”

And I mean it. I mean it so much.

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