From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 33

I didn’t know why this thought had never occurred to me before; I didn’t know what made me think of doing this, but I was doing it

anyway.

I pushed the door open to Eloise’s room. The moment I stepped in, the smell of roses filled my nostrils and went straight to my head

Linhaled, closing my eyes to savour the sweet smell and imagine she was wrapped around me. When I was satisfied, I opened my eyes, adjusting my shades.

I walked into her bedroom, where I had business. It was the same smell that had engulfed me when I entered the whole penthouse, which also filled her room.

It was well–arranged; there wasn’t a piece of clothing out of place in her room. I walked to the walk–in closet, and everything was also well–arranged.

Was she a clean freak? The thought put a smile on my face. I had a mission: I just wanted to take a look at her room and try to see her from a different perspective. I was about to leave the closet when something caught my attention – a red piece of clothing was peeking out from a drawer.

Curious, I made my way there and opened the large drawer, and my sight came in contact with rows and rows of lingerie. She had them lined up by their colours.

picked a black one and raised it, fuck, now I want to see what she looks like while having this on. It would look so hot against her pale skin, and the way her body would look in this would drive me insane.

Fuck.

I raised the black piece of clothing to my nose and inhaled, catching the scent of roses and vanilla. Fuck.

This fucking woman.

I took the lingerie and a red g–string and put them in my pocket. Then I brought out two hundred–dollar bills and placed each of

them where I had taken them from.

Walking out of the closet, with a smirk on my face. I went into her bathroom to check, and it was clean as well. She had her body wash, soaps, and shower gel lined up.

I took her body wash and opened it, putting it up to my nose, and it was the same thing I knew it would be: roses.

I took the body wash and then placed a $100 bill in its place. She could get more.

This was stealing, but I didn’t care; it wasn’t as if I was a good person or anything like that. I left the room as I found it, the only difference being that I took certain things.

I went back to my room and placed them where I wanted them to be. I was exhausted and needed to sleep, so I fell onto my bed, and with thoughts of Eloise in my mind, I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up to the sound of thunder and heavy rain, my favourite type of weather. I wonder how Eloise is doing. I took my phone to check if there were any updates, and thankfully, the Elder had already told me that they were all safe in their base. Plus, the drones were down, and I didn’t like the idea of not being able to see her.

As if to remind myself that I’m human, my hand reaches down to trace the gunshot scar on my stomach. It’s the closest I’ve ever come. Even with the beatings, the cold nights, the starved days, that little piece of metal was the closest I ever came to death.

And all these things were done to me by my own father.

There’ve been times I wish he had taken me. Killed me. But I still have moments I’m glad I’m alive.

Like some hours ago.

I walked to my bathroom, stripping as I needed to take a cold shower. Once I got into the jacuzzi, I started the water. I closed my eyes under the spray; this weather was perfect for me to take cold showers..

My eyes slowly open, locking on the small, stolen bottle on the shelf in my shower.

I shouldn’t have taken it. But I shouldn’t have never stopped me before. And, I blow out a breath, it’s not gonna stop me now.

Bending, I scoop up the bottle, pop the lid open and inhale the scent of roses.

It’s floral, but it’s not light. Not girly or carefree. It’s… dark.

I breathe it in again, and my mind is filled with her.

Eloise.

Her pale skin. Her scared eyes..

My breathing picks up.

The fear in her eyes shouldn’t excite me.

I want to protect her.

I want to walk away so she doesn’t get hurt.

But her eyes… those goddamn eyes. The flecks of midnight in those blue orbs.

When I picked her up from the roadside that day, she stared up at me as if I might save her like I was something other than the boogeyman lurking in the shadows. Like maybe I could be more.

And the moment her fingers curled around my forearm when she started my treatment…

I groan, and my cock reacts the same way it did in that moment, hardening to its full length.

“Fuck.” I bite out the word even as I tip the bottle over and fill my palm with her body wash. The red liquid glistened in the dim light.

Setting the bottle down, I brace my free hand on the marble wall and lower the other.

You’re a sick fuck.

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But even my inner hatred can’t stop me now.

My palm connects with my cock, and I let the rose scent engulf my senses.

“Jesus,” I hiss, as I tighten my grip. The body wash makes my cock slippery.

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Squeezing my eyes shut, I tighten my grip on my cock and begin to stroke. Only, instead of my hand, I imagine it’s Eloise’s sweet, hot cunt hugging my dick. Her slickness, her need for me, removing the friction.

Pumping my hips, I fuck my fist, and I pretend I’m hovering over her.

Pretend it’s her eyes blinking up at me. A mix of fear and hero–worship looking back at me, tightening my balls.

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