The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story novel Chapter 263

Chapter 0263 

Nicholas’s mouth was hot on mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me closely. I clutched 

at his shoulders, early accepting his k*sses, until the need for air forced us apart. 

He rested his forehead against mine. “You have to change.” 

“Nick,” I said. He was being ridiculous. “This dress is not revealing.” 

“You look so S**y in it. I can’t stand the thought of Terry seeing you like this.” 

I smiled a little. This dress was not flattering on me. I knew that. I looked okay, but out of fashion. I’d 

worn more revealing clothes before. 

I imagined a big part of Nicholas’s trouble was that he was attracted to me in anything. “You’d probably 

be jealous even if I wore a potato sack.” 

He didn’t argue. “I don’t like the way Terry looks at you.” His arms squeezed me closer. “Why don’t you 

stay here, after all. Stay with Elva. Julian and I can snoop around Terry’s mansion. You don’t need to 

endanger yourself.” 

I shook my head. “You know I can’t do that. Even if I wanted to. I had such a poor showing in the last 

event, that I can’t risk botching another. I need attend and do the best I can.” 

“Terry won’t make it easy on you.‘ 

“I know that,” I said. “But I don’t have any other choice.” 

Nicholas frowned deeply but he made no further remarks. Instead, he stepped back from me and turned 

on the lights to the garage. Taking my hand, he led me through the various fancy cars until we reached a 

black sedan with tinted windows. 

He opened the passenger door and helped me inside. Then he went around to the driver’s side. The 

seats were soft leather, the console black and impeccably clean. When Nicholas turned the key, the car 

started with a confident purr. 

He put the car into drive and carefully navigated out of the garage and driveway. 

When we pulled out onto the street, my nerves began to prickle again. I worried my hands together. 

Nicholas continuously glanced over at me, likely seeing my tense posture and the way I couldn’t sit still. 

No one else was on the road at all. The other cars were long gone and no one else seemed to use this road this time of night. The sun had set, and the road was dark. Nicholas clicked on the high beams. The 

light sliced through the darkness, illuminating the road. 

I focused on the double yellow line, trying to collect my thoughts. Yes, I was a lamb headed into the 

lion’s den. But Nicholas and Julian would be there. And Susie and the other girls. If Terry wanted to 

isolate me, he’d have to do so with a lot of witnesses. 

That didn’t make me feel all that better. Terry was bold. He didn’t seem like the type that would be all 

that bothered what others thought of him or his actions. He had the ear of the Luna and the King. Why 

should the opinions of the lowly commoners matter to him? Even the nobles were beneath him. 

We were reaching the mansion. I could tell from the way Nicholas’s hands choked the steering wheel, 

his knuckles white. 

Woods lined the road on either side of us. Nicholas lifted his foot off the gas. Slowly, he pulled onto the 

side of the road, where a dirt road seemed to lead to nowhere. He put the car into park. 

“Nicholas?” 

He turned to look at me and I saw a bit of desperation in his gaze. I knew what it was because I felt it 

too, all the way down into the deepest parts of me. 

“Come here,” he said, and I complied at once, leaning toward him. He leaned too, and caught me 

halfway. 

Our hug was a bit awkward, with the center console jutting unwelcomed into the space between us. But our need to hold each other overcame any obstacle. Nicholas buried his fingers into my hair. I clawed at his back, trying and failing to pull him closer. 

I wanted him so close that I wouldn’t be able to tell where he ended and I began. That way, maybe I 

could finally feel safe again. 

Terry would find a way to separate us tonight. I knew that to be true. Somehow, I would have to be strong, depend on my physical training from Nicholas, and my mental lessons from Julian. I didn’t feel 

ready. 

I was frightened. 

I held Nicholas tighter. 

His face turned toward mine, and our mouths found each other’s. He licked his way past the seam of my l*ps. I opened willingly for his greedy tongue, and held on while he stole my breath away. 

Like this, with our l*ps pressed together and our hands holding each other closer, I could almost forget about what was going to happen tonight. I could find solace in this man, in his closeness, in his strength and his desire for me. My desire for him. 

Whatever Terry threw at me tonight would not be about to surmount this stolen moment of closeness with this man I was so soft–hearted for. Nicholas and I couldn’t be together long term, but for now, like 

this, nothing mattered but he and I and the pursuit of the pleasure only attainable from our k*ss. 

“Piper,” Nicholas breathed against my l*ps, my name twisted in worry. 

I didn’t want him to say my name like that, like he was frightened too, or concerned, or jealous, or all 

three. So I pressed my l*ps back to his and worked on muddling his thoughts for a while instead. 

He hummed against my mouth, pleased. I moaned but he swallowed it.