I Am The Luna

14. A Bite of Chocolate or | Am The Luna Chapter 92 By Moonlight Muse ZAIA.

It's late, surely past two in the morning, yet we are both wide awake. That was... incredible...

Pleasure still courses through me at just the memory, and my cheeks burn at the memory. Sebastian is an irresistible god that | love with everything | have. I'm sitting in the warm bathtub, soaking my tired body.

Sebastian will be joining me in a few minutes. | can hear him through the open door as he strips the bedding and the thud as he flips the mattress. After that session, it was very much needed.

I blush, feeling extremely satiated despite the exhaustion that comes with it. Even though we both need sleep and would happily sink into slumber in one another's arms, Sebastian's suggestion to have a soak in the tub was an obvious implication that tonight is not over.

We need to talk. That is something that | know, and | hope he is ready to open up. He re- enters the bathroom, gloriously naked, holding the two glasses of wine, and the platter of chocolates and strawberries.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he says, placing the tray down on the stool beside the tub. My eyes rake over his manhood and he smirks. “Distracted? “Maybe...” | bite my lip as he bends down, giving me a soft kiss and passing me a glass. He then gets into the tub opposite me, his strong muscular legs on either side of mine.

His eyes flicker as they rake over my breasts that are peeking out of the water and, of course, I'm going to tease him too. | brush my hair back, raising my arms as | twist it up, giving him an even better view of my breasts.

“Fuck, don’t tempt me.” He growls, making me giggle. “Is the beast not satiated?” | tease, brushing my foot along his manhood.

Oh, he’s hard again.

Mmm...

“Are you satiated?” he mocks. | roll my eyes, “I'm a woman. We aren't as horny as men are.” | say, although | don't believe that annoying Sebastian is an extremely fun pastime.

“We both know that's not true. | mean, you are the one who came onto me,” he replies cockily as he raises his glass and takes a gulp. “l don’t remember that happening.” | retort, making him smirk.

“Oh? Well, I guess | really did fuck your brains out. But | won't complain. | want you every hour of every day.” My heart skips a beat at his words, and | brush my foot along his balls.

“I'll let you win this round.” “Let me win? | think | won,” he replies. I've missed this. “Things are different this time, aren’t they? | mean, between us, although it's still us.” I muse.

“There's definitely a stronger connection. | have always loved you, Zaia. But there was definitely a lack of proper communication.

My fault for trying to handle everything... and yours for always pushing aside what you felt, as long as | was happy.” He's serious now as | sip my wine and | nod.

“I agree, so let's make sure communication is always key,” | murmur as he reaches over, picking up a strawberry and twirling it in the chocolate.

Reaching over, he places it to my lips and parts them, | bite into it slowly, watching his gaze linger on my lips before he feeds me the rest of the strawberry and leans back once more.

“I guess it is,” he says, answering my statement from moments earlier. “I wanted to tell you, | shifted into my wolf. In fact, not only did | manage to shift painlessly, but | went up against three rogues single-handed and-" “You what?" he asks sharply. “What were you doing out there alone? Why were the guards and lai not doing their job?" “Let me finish,” | say, exhaling in frustration. “I can handle myself, Sebastian, this is what always happens. Just let me explain.” He's frowning deeply and I really don’t want to be harsh, but | am going to have to say this.

“I can take care of myself, Sebastian. For several years, | was alone. | don't need you to be overprotective of me all the time, ok?” My tone is as gentle as possible yet firm enough to get the message across. | need him to understand because | know how he reacts. He frowns but does not reply, and | sigh.

“We always hit this... this point, where you get mad and...” Don't give up Zaia... one of us has to be patient. “I'm not mad. I'm simply wondering why you would be out there alone when you damn well know that it's dangerous.” “I wanted to go for a run, something you have done countless times, but because you're a man, it's ok right?” He shakes his head, “Ok, | get it, you're an Alpha, so | shouldn't worry,” he replies coldly and places his empty glass down and | sigh.

“No, worry. You are allowed to worry. | mean, | worry about you, but you wouldn't stop risking your life just because it worries me.

| just mean, why the double standards?” “Can we just agree to disagree on this? | will always worry about you, regardless of whether you're capable of handling yourself or not.” He's trying. | can tell that as much as he’s frowning, he’s controlling his temper.

“I can settle for that,” | say, placing my hand on his knee which is slightly raised. “Thank you for understanding.” “Doesn't mean | will ever like it. You're mine, and nothing will ever happen to you.” “It won't,” | say softly, caressing his thigh for a moment.

“So, what happened?” he asks, his eyes serious.

“Well, I have a meeting with them tomorrow. They aren't feral. Clearly just more in touch with their wolves than the majority of us.

They knew about you and consider most of us pathetic excuses of wolves.” He's frowning deeply as if pondering over something, “A meeting? Did you consider the possibility it could be a trap? They think most werewolves are below them?” “How? What will they get out of that? | want them on my side, Sebastian.” | reply firmly. “Have you ever considered that perhaps they are already part of the Sable? Trust no one Zaia.” His words send a shiver down my spine, but | don’t want to believe that...

“Well, | want to give this a chance and see if | can get them on my side.” “Your side...” There's an odd emotion in his eyes. Our eyes meet and the chilling reminder of our destinies returns to the forefront of my mind, and I look down.

“Our side.” | correct myself.

He doesn’t respond, but why do | feel like he knows something? “Our side.” He repeats, glancing over at his empty glass.

“Here,” | say, offering him mine. He takes it, downing it in one go before placing it on the floor beside the tub. Got to love his big arms.

1 get up, crawling over to him until I'm kneeling between his legs and look up at him. There are emotions in his eyes that | can't read as he stares off to the side.

“Hey...” “So, how did you figure it out?” he asks, now turning his brilliant blue eyes back on me.

“Figure what out?” “You're a smart woman, Zaia. Surely you know what | mean.” He knows too...

He touches the back of his neck, and | shake my head. “It just kind of made sense... and something your dad said only reinforced that theory, but it doesn’t mean anything. It's clear they want us apart. From the beginning, they have done nothing but try to split us apart. There's a reason we're better together.” He reaches up, picking a strand of wet hair from my face before cupping my face and kissing my forehead softly. His actions are confusing me. Why is he so calm? “When did you figure it out?” | ask him curiously. “It wasn't hard, especially when you do the math. Somehow... | now complete the Sable Triquetra.” Our eyes meet and | shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. It means nothing. We need to stay together. As long as we stay together, we'll be fine.” | grip his wrists, hoping he understands. He has to understand.

“Are you reassuring me or yourself?” he asks quietly. | look at him sharply, frowning. ” Neither, I'm just stating facts,” | say firmly, trying to hide the fear | am feeling.

Why is he acting so... casual about it? He caresses my face and smirks faintly. “It's less painful when you're in denial. even if it's a lie,” he murmurs. “Bastian, don't speak like that,” | say. ” You're scaring me.” His smirk fades, and he looks down at me with concern. “I'm sorry... but know that no matter what choices lie ahead, that | will always love you. That won't change.” Once again, it sounds like a final reassurance, and | shake my head.

“No. | don’t know. You will need to tell me every day.” | say firmly. For a moment we're both silent, although there are a thousand things to say before he releases my face and instead leans over and takes a chocolate. He brings it to my lips and when | part my lips, before | can even bite down, he retracts his hand and pops it into his mouth. “Bastian!” | say, splashing him.

He smirks, taking another.

“Sorry, | just changed my mind.” He holds it to my lips apologetically and I roll my eyes, opening my mouth, only for him to pull back just as | almost bite into it. “Bastian!” | growl as he tosses the chocolate into his own mouth.

He smirks, about to take another when | swat his hand away and shove one in my mouth. “I don't need you to feed me.” “Oh, are you sure?” he taunts as | make to stand, only for him to yank me down, making water splash everyone and | gasp when I slam into his chest. The feel of his firm chest against my breasts sends pleasure through me.

“Yes, I'm sure!” | snap, trying to focus as I look up at him. He wraps his arms around me, and | relax into his arms.

“Open up,” he commands, in that same voice that gets my pussy clenching. | tilt my head giving him a glare as he holds a chocolate truffle to my lips.

“I don’t trust you.” “Then try to.

1 roll my eyes as | open my mouth, expecting him to pull away, but this time he doesn't, and | take a bite out of it. He pecks my lips, his tongue flicking across my lips before he pulls back and waits for me to swallow before feeding me the other half.

“I'll forgive you this time,” | say, resting my head against his chest. The steady beating of his heart is soothing.

“Good...” he says.

We're silent for a moment and I'm almost drifting off when he speaks.

“Zaia." “Mm?” | reply sleepily.

“My biological father is Gerard King.” Any sleep that was lulling me into its folds vanishes as his words ring in my head and my head snaps up to stare at him, my blood running cold.

Gerard is Sebastian's father?