Page 119 of My Only Luna

“Anything for my girl. This song is the closest I could get to how I feel about you, although there are no words that trulymeasure up,” he says. Our foreheads touch as we begin swaying to the music; I close my eyes, letting the lyrics sink in. My heart is racing at our proximity and his touch.

This feels like heaven on earth. Memories flash through my mind. Elijah. The boy who could have any woman, and did, fell in love and became someone I would never have dreamed of. My stepbrother whom I once crushed on secretly. A forbidden desire that we both gave into. I am so glad it happened, grateful he didn’t relent and always pushed his way in, even when I tried to push him away. His love for me truly is unconditional.

We sway to the music, both lost in each other. The warmth of our bodies is pleasant, our scents mixing and the sparks that dance through our bodies are all we can focus on, only each other. The sound of the laughing children, the chattering adults and the boisterous jokes of the men, everything is lost to us. Nothing matters to us lovers as we move as one on the dance floor under the night sky.

Slowly, other couples begin joining the dance floor. Aaron and Monica, Cassandra and Angela, and many more, all enjoying the night of happiness after months, and in some of their cases, after years of pain and tension. This night of laughter and joy is a pleasant welcome for us all. I open my eyes as the song comes to an end and look into his eyes.

“I love you, Elijah, with all my heart and soul,” I whisper. He caresses my face, his thumb brushing my cheek tenderly.

“I love you way fucking more, Kitten, and don’t argue about it with me,” he says, smirking slightly before kissing me tenderly. It is soft, yet deep, our love rushing through this kiss. A kiss that means more than a thousand words ever could. It’s… perfection.

We dance to a few songs before eating some of the food that is prepared, and sitting and chatting with our friends. Wegirls take a few selfies and force the boys to pose with us, too. Elijah has just finished his drink, something I have avoided, but he didn’t question that thanks to Angela passing me a non-alcoholic one. She’s super excited about becoming an aunt. As werewolves, we can drink when pregnant, but less than we usually would, but I just want to avoid it.

Elijah now turns to me. “Come on, there’s something I want to show you,” he says in my ear, his lips brushing it teasingly before he tantalisingly flicks it with his pierced tongue, making my core clench.

“It’s not your dick, right?” Angela questions as Cassandra bursts into giggles that she tries to stifle.

“Not jealous, are you?” Elijah shoots back with an arrogant smirk.

“I have the best mate I could have hoped for,” Angela counters, making Monica and Aaron chuckle.

“Seriously, just go,” Aaron says to his friend, and I don’t miss the knowing smirk on his face.What are they up to?He gives Elijah the thumbs up before I stand and wave at the group.

“Bye, guys,” I say before we both leave the party that is still going strong. Hand-in-hand, we walk away from the brightly lit area towards the trees.

“Where are we going?” I ask him curiously.

“Patience, Kitten,” he responds, the sound of the music and chatter slowly fading away.

“I’m not a patient person, remember?” I kiss his cheek, his slight stubble grazing my lips. “I like the stubble.”

“Oh yeah? What else do you like?” he asks.

“I could show you,” I whisper, now cupping the front of hispants, making him tense, liking the feel of my hand as I sensually begin massaging him, satisfied when he grows beneath my hand.

“You can show me real soon,” he growls, pushing me up against the closest tree and kissing me passionately as he presses himself against me, making me whimper. Our kisses are getting more heated when I pause. I want to tell Elijah about my pregnancy tonight. It still feels so unreal.

“I need to tell you something too,” I say, gently pushing him away, making him growl as he bites into my neck, and I moan loudly.

“Tease,” he murmurs huskily, his eyes darkening as he moves back and lifts me bridal style, carrying me through the trees. I realise the direction he is headed towards, to the house near the river that he has been working on for us.

“Are you taking me to our home?” I ask. He doesn’t reply when I turn, seeing the glow of lights and my breath catches in my throat. There it stands. Glowing with lights that are turned on inside, I am surprised it is completed. He told me there was so much left to do, and being busy, I hadn’t even questioned it.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” he says, carrying me to the door. He unlocks it and steps inside. The soft scent of vanilla fills my nose, and I look around, seeing the house that looks even better than the image I had in my head. Not missing the table I wanted for the entrance hall or the chevron rug… I look at Elijah, my eyes stinging with tears.

“You got this ready for me?” I whisper.

“For us,” he says with a wink, kissing me softly. “And for our future pups. On that note, shall we go practice making some?” I look at him sharply, it is the first time he has ever really mentioned pups. My heart hammers as he carries me up the stairs. “Don’t you want pups?” he asks, noticing my silence ashe opens the bedroom door. I smile, seeing the dimly lit, cosy bedroom decorated with petals and candles as he slowly walks over and sits on the bed, holding me in his arms.

“Of course I do… but I don’t think we need to practice making them,” I say. Elijah smirks cockily.

“True. I’d say we’re pretty well practised in the arts,” he remarks arrogantly, making me roll my eyes. One thing is clear, the man is never going to drop that cocky attitude.

“Although I have to agree with that, the reason I said we don’t need to practice is because…” I stand up, taking a deep breath before I turn back to him and take his hand, placing it on my stomach. “Is because I’m pregnant.” Elijah’s eyes widen in shock, staring into my eyes.

“Whoa, fuck… really?” His heart is racing. It doesn’t seem real. “Hell…” he says, running his other hand through his hair. Sure, I said it, but it is already a reality. I smile softly, seeing the shock, happiness, and nervousness in his eyes.

“You will be the best father ever. Our pup will be lucky to have you,” I say softly, understanding his unspoken worry. He smiles softly at me, leaning closer as he grips me by the ass and moves me close to him. He places a soft kiss on my stomach before he settles his ear against it, closing his eyes as he listens.

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