From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Lock Your Doors

ELOISE.

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The moment we got home, the tension was charged. Everything was so intense that any small brush or touch from Damon had me moaning. I didn’t know why.

“Lock your doors tonight, ma,” he had said and left. He didn’t look back and left me standing in the hallway, confused.

So, because I didn’t understand what he said, or maybe I did, and I wanted to see what he would do, I didn’t lock my door. In fact, I wore one of my favorite g–strings and a tank top to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I kept moving around, as if something was going to happen.

But then nothing happened, and I was about to sleep off when the door finally burst open. I sat up immediately, because he was finally here.

He stalked towards me, and then, in one swift move, he carried me. I didn’t even have the heart to ask where he was taking me, because deep down, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking a question that could make him come to his senses.

I didn’t want him to come to his senses. I wanted him to go crazy with me, but I wasn’t even sure if that was a good idea. Then, I couldn’t stop myself.

Gravity seems to have left the building.

Or maybe it’s my sanity.

Maybe it’s both.

Because I don’t feel either of them–neither gravity nor my sanity. I’m floating in the air and unable to land.

Or more accurately, I’m floating on Damon’s shoulder. His broad shoulder that I’ve always looked at and might have dreamt about touching, but not with my stomach. I wasn’t that crazy.

Apparently, I am now, though, because that’s all I can think about–my stomach on his shoulder. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m thinking about a lot of things, like how his strong arm is looped around my calves and the way my head is hitting his powerful back with each step up the stairs. Of course, he was strong; he was the Lycan King after all. The sudden urge to touch his bare skin became an

itch.

He’s carrying me like I’m a weightless feather. The effortlessness of the act does things to me. His strength. His brutishness. His domination.

All of it.

And I soak it in, allow it to tear me open and seep inside me. Isn’t that what masochists do? Not only do we seek the pain, but we also wallow in it and allow it to grow roots so deep that it’s impossible to dissociate from it.

I think he’s taking me to his wing, because we were going up the stairs, and that was where his space was.

I don’t even stop to think about the blood that’s rushing to my head or how my eyes feel like they’ll pop out of my skull. I should probably close them, but if I do, I’ll miss what’s happening. No, thanks.

Before long, however, I’m forced out of the brief phase of hanging between the loss of gravity and sanity.

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Chapter 58 Lock Your Doors

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And he’s the one who yanks me out.

Just like he did earlier when he pulled the ground from beneath my feet.

He returns it now by throwing me on the bed, not so gently, because he doesn’t do gentle. Actually, Damon is the furthest thing from gentle. He’s coarse and harsh and strict.

So damn strict that my thighs clench in remembrance of his authoritarian, lusty questions from when he trapped me against the wall.

He’s trapping me again now, but not with his body. It’s his eyes that do the job, and they’re even more severe than earlier.

They’re dark now.

So dark that I think they’ll turn into a black hole and suck me in.

I should be scared at the thought of being stuck in a bottomless well, especially since my empty brain pulls that move on me sometimes. But I’m a bit crazy, just like my therapist said, and all I can think about is how it’ll look in there. In Damon’s eyes, they are as strict as he is. As authoritative as his voice, without him having to use it.

I wonder how it would feel, too. Maybe it will not be so gentle, like when he threw me on the bed, or perhaps it’ll be effortless and sudden, like when he carried me over his shoulder.

And I think he’ll do just that when he moves his hand. I think he’ll reach for me and suck me into his darkness. But he doesn’t. He just places a hand in his pocket and leans against the wall. My vanilla–orchid–and–roses wallpaper looks so girly when his broad shoulders rest against it.

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His entire room, with its fluffy bed sheets and endless pillows, suddenly feels so small and suffocating. It’s the first time he’s been

in here, and he’s managed to steal the entire atmosphere.

Just like he’s stolen

“Show me”

“W–what?”

everything el

“What you mentioned earlier, ma. I want to see what it’s like when you get whatever you want.”

My cheeks must be flushed a deep shade of red, or maybe my entire body is. Discussing it is one thing, but taking action is something entirely different.

Besides, this is Damon. I…I’ve been in this position with him before; the only difference was that I had more clothes on the first time than I do now.

I’m leaning back on my elbows with my legs outstretched in front of me–in his direct view–and it feels so different, new, and

wrong.

Yet it’s right at the same time.

It’s the rightest thing I’ve felt in a while.

“Didn’t you say you just started getting what you want in the car? Yeah, well, start now, because I’m damn sure you wanted this while you were playing poker, because I could smell your arousal. It took me everything not to tell everybody to get out while ! fucked you hard against the poker table.”

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