Page 15 of My Only Luna

I don’t turn towards him, my entire body tense. My wolf wants to go to him, for him to take this pain away.

His heart is racing, and I can feel his eyes on me. He rushesto my side. “Red, you’re hurting yourself.”

I glance at him, but his eyes are fixed on my arms where my nails are digging into them. He reaches out to me, but I move back, shaking my head.

“Stay away from me.” I look away from him and I hear him sigh. He drops to his knees by the tub, but I refuse to look at him.

“I know you hate me right now, but I promise I won’t do anything. Just let me hold you, you will feel better,” he says softly, reaching to caress my cheek.

“No!” I snap, smacking it away. “Your wolf is already trying to take control. Just leave me alone, Elijah!” I snarl as I glance at him. His eyes keep flickering from cerulean blue to cobalt.

“I won’t. I promised myself no matter what, I can’t do that. I can’t leave you. I would never betray your trust, Red. Trust me, just one more time,” Elijah says quietly.

When I don’t reply, he stands up and walks across to the door to his own bedroom. I close my eyes, trying to fight the tears. Yes, I want to be left alone, but it still hurts seeing his back retreat. He sure gave up fast.

I’m frustrated. I don’t know what to do. I can’t think straight through this pain. I hear him moving around in his room, another spasm of pain shooting through me. My core throbs, making me groan in pain.

I gasp when someone touches my hair and I realise he’s back. I glance at him for a second, hating that his touch soothes me, sending pleasurable sparks through me. It doesn’t repulse me like Hank’s touch did.

Hank… just the thought of what he had been about to do makes me sick all over again. I pull away from Elijah’s touch, noticing he is only wearing boxers.

That is not helping. My gaze runs over him involuntarily, taking in every ridge and ripple of his god-like body, making my core throb, wanting him. But the image of him hugging Fiona enters my mind, and I look away, hurt consuming me.

Elijah stands up and gets into the large tub.

“What are you doing?” I ask, hating how vulnerable I sound.

“I’m going to hold you. Only sex will take away the pain completely, but my touch can at least take the edge of the pain away,” he says softly as he firmly takes my elbows and pulls me across the tub and into his arms.

I want to fight, but the moment his arms wrap around me I feel a soothing tingle go through me. Everywhere his skin touches mine, it feels cooler.

“Lose the shirt,” he says softly. I feel him throb and tense.

“No.” This is all too much, the pain, the love, the confusion. I look up at him, noticing how he’s looking at me.

“It will help. Let me try to ease your pain, Red,” he says, reaching for my shirt, which is partially torn, probably from my encounter with Hank. Just the thought makes anger bubble to the surface.

I don’t say anything, allowing him to gently unbutton it. Taking it off, he tosses it to the floor before wrapping his arms around me tightly, stroking my back. He kisses my neck once, sending cooling tingles through me, and against what my mind is saying, I tilt my head to give him better access to that area.

I sigh softly as he kisses me there repeatedly, soothingly, and relaxingly. It feels beyond good, and although my body wants more, I am not going to give in to it.

Neither of us speaks. He simply holds me, his hands caressing my skin, placing soft kisses on the top of my head.

I can sense him fighting himself, but he’s keeping himself in check. I wriggle against his manhood, trying to find a position that isn’t so close. Yet a part of me wants him, to give in to him and allow him to do whatever he needs to in order to take this pain away. But I won’t allow it.

He caresses my inner thighs, causing a soft moan to escape me, and I glare at him.

“Don’t!” I snap.

“I won’t take advantage of you,” he assures me softly. I see the flash of emotions in his eyes, knowing he can see the anger and hurt in my own before I look away. “I’m sorry, Red,” he whispers after a moment. “I know it won’t turn back time or change what happened, so I won’t say it again. Instead, I’ll show you that I will be the man you need.”

I don’t look back at him, his words ringing in my ears, tears trickling down my cheeks; I feel frustrated, broken, and hurt.

It is too late for that, much too late. If he can’t choose between me and Fiona, then I will choose for him. I have a plan in mind, and I will carry it through.

A Father’s Rage

Jackson

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