Page 127 of My Only Luna

Scarlett’s breath shudders beside me. I reach for her, pulling her against my chest, pressing my lips to her forehead. She crumbles, silent tears soaking into my shirt, her fingers fisting the fabric tight.

I tighten my hold on her, my eyes never leaving Kiara.

“Something, something was odd… they were all attacking and killing yet the one that had her in his jaw, he was trying torun,” I murmur.

We didn’t manage to keep any alive; the two we had ripped their own tongues out and died.

“They’re rogues, Elijah; they don’t think, just attack. She’s going to be ok, she’s here with us.” Scarlett whispers now looking up into my eyes.

I nod,

“Yeah, you’re right.”

She’s alive. That’s what I have to focus on. She’s alive, she can still feel, still run if we find a way, and we will.

One Winter Day

Elijah

Over two years after the attack

Winter has settled in, covering the earth in a deep layer of powdery snow. Our house stands not far from the now frozen over river; the trees are bare at this time of year, save the evergreens. A thin layer of snow clings to the naked branches. Christmas lights decorate the house and a few little snowmen in the front garden are dressed in hats and scarves.

I’m standing by the window, watching my twins sneak down the path. My eyes soften as I watch them. My baby girl is walking again. It took time, extensive physio, treatment and determination. It took a year for her to finally get back on her feet, but she did it. Even when in pain, determination shone in her beautiful eyes. Her Achilles tendon is destroyed beyond repair and the ligaments that support her foot are completely damaged, but she’s managing. She will always live with the pain, but I know she will be ok.

“They’re off, huh?” Scarlett asks from where she is pouring some melted chocolate into a glass bowl.

“Yep, and I’m sure we both know where they’re going,” I reply, an amused smirk on my lips.

Like always, the twins love to sneak away to Great-Grandma Amelia’s cottage.

They’re on their way to yours... And this time they seem to have packed. Keep them for the night,I mind-link my great aunt.

I already knew that. Let me put on some tea…

Aren’t they too young for tea?I ask.

Oh, zip that pie hole of yours! I’m the one keeping them for the night, and they are pups, you useless oaf. Tea will do no harm!she snaps loudly. I raise an eyebrow.

Well, have fun. Dan is watching them until they get to yours.

Yes, yes. I know you want to get rid of me,she remarks, cutting the link before I can even reply.

“Will she keep them?” Scarlett asks, leaning on the counter and licking the spoon of chocolate, her cleavage showing temptingly.

“Yeah, all night... So how about we make the most of it?” I remark, not missing the glint in my mate’s eyes.

I draw the blinds before walking over to my sexy little kitten, who places the spoon in the sink and carries the bowl to the kitchen island.

“Sounds like a plan. I think there’s no need to make some brownies anymore… since the one who asked for them has gone. How about we put this chocolate to use?” she asks, her eyes flashing silver as she dips her finger into the bowl of melted chocolate.

I throb, my eyes darkening as I close the gap between us. She slips her finger into my mouth, letting me lick the chocolate off. Our eyes lock, and the moment she slips her finger out of my mouth, I grab the back of her hair, pushing her against the worktop, my lips crashing against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss.

We sure can,I growl back through the link, my hands roaming her body before I tear her top off and lift her onto the counter.

She looks into my cobalt blue eyes, a soft moan escaping her plush lips, desire coating her silver eyes.

“Fuck, Elijah,” she murmurs, tearing my shirt off before running her hands down my chiselled chest as I step between her legs. Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra, my lips claiming hers once more. My hands fondle her breasts, our tongues fighting for dominance. Pleasure is rushing through us both: desire, hunger, need. It’s all a burning fire that is growing within us before I push her back onto the counter, yanking her leggings off and revealing her curvy thighs and smooth pussy that is clad in skimpy, little, lace panties.

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