Page 18 of My Only Luna

Thanks, leave it outside the bathroom door. I’ll grab it.

Ok,I reply hesitantly.

I place the bags down, glancing at the door. Although I want to understand, it is still shocking to just think of the two of them together.How long has it been going on? Have they…I feel embarrassed just thinking of them being intimate, but he is in the bathroom with her…

I shake my head and quickly leave, closing the bedroom door behind me. I pause outside Indigo’s door, but hearing no sound I head downstairs again where Aunt Amelia already has milk on for boil.

The silence is comforting in the kitchen, but something Jackson said makes me look at the older woman.

“But what if he actually puts that condition to Elijah?” I ask worriedly as I pass Aunt Amelia the tea bags.

“Oh? Well, let him,” Aunt Amelia says, looking out of the window as the first rays of the morning sun shine through the trees. “Where there is a will, there is always a way.”

A smile crosses her lips, confidence clear in her every word. And somehow, I believe it.

Her Stubborn Will

Elijah

Two days have passed since Scarlett’s heat began, and I never left her side, despite the fight against my wolf at every moment. She isn’t the first woman in heat I have come across and, surprisingly, the first hadn’t bothered my wolf and me anywhere near as much as Scarlett’s had.

But although I kept myself under control, not only do I want to fuck her, but the strong urge to claim her is ever-present. I want to remove that black stain on her neck, her heat trying to defy the logic that I wouldn’t be able to remove it. My wolf is constantly trying to surface, but there is no way I am going to allow anyone, including myself, to hurt Scarlett anymore.

Jessica, Amelia, or Indigo would pass us food or ice, but I never took a break, not even for a moment. I held her in my arms. Even when she would fall asleep from exhaustion I stayed with her, soothingly caressing her skin, kissing her shoulders and neck. The pain increased for her each day, and she came to a point where she wasn’t even able to talk, too out of it to focus, but one thing she stuck to was refusing me.

Before she fell asleep on the second day, she made mepromise not to fuck her even if she asked for it. I agreed, although I kept my shattering heart masked inside. I simply smiled and promised her I wouldn’t. I will promise her whatever she wants and will carry it through.

Although her rejection hurt brutally, and when those moments of weakness came forward in her, I held back, wanting to respect her wishes. She has already been through a lot and that niggles my mind, wanting to know what Hank had done. How far had he gone? The thought alone hurts, and I hope she is okay.

I remained strong, even though she has clearly emotionally shut me out.

Aside from looking after her, I made sure Hank was kept under my men’s care, not wanting anyone to interfere, refusing to let even Dad handle this. But at the same time, I refused to leave Scarlett’s side. The examination was done and we are just waiting for the results.

The heat has lasted for three full days already, and with each day that went by, it became increasingly harder for her and I don’t know how she’ll do this for much longer.

I awake to the sound of a piercing scream and jerk up from the bed to see Scarlett drenched in sweat, her bare breasts rising and falling; I scoop up her naked body.

“Come on, let’s get you to the bath.”

“No! I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much; I want it gone,” she cries, tears of pain in her eyes. I look at her, her words from a few days ago echoing in my mind. Her eyes dip to the front of my boxers and she pushes them down, her hand wrapping around my dick. I shake my head despite my body reacting to her touch. A low groan escapes me.

“No… I’ll help ease it off, but you don’t want this, remember?” I remind her softly. She crashes her lips against mine, using the last ounce of strength within her, her body shaking with pain.

I kiss her back, missing this, missing her love, but I know I can’t take it further. A whimper leaves her as she crumples against me. I lay her back on the bed, running my fingers down her smooth pussy, hissing at the wetness that is pooled between her thighs. I close my eyes, trying not to focus on how sexy she looks. My touch only making her spread her legs wider for me. I know this relief won’t last long, but if it helps, even a little, I’ll give her it.

I play with her clit, pleasuring her, trying not to let her salacious moans break my willpower.

“Oh fuck!” she moans as pleasure consumes her. I open my eyes when her hand wraps around my neck and I smile softly, looking down at her beautiful face. Even without a drop of makeup, she is the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.

My gaze remains locked on her as a rush of gratification crosses her face. Her back arches as she bites her lip, her body consumed with euphoric pleasure.

Her eyes flicker open as she reaches for my dick again, but I shake my head. Leaning down I kiss her forehead softly.

“I love you,” I whisper, but my words are drowned out by her moan of pleasure as her orgasm slams through her. The moment it does, she loses consciousness.

It’ll probably help for less than an hour, but it’s something. I place a soft tender kiss on her lips, gazing down at her. She’s lost weight, and I wish I could do more for her, but I can’t. All I can do is be here and try to take the edge off.

Sighing, I get up, deciding to get her bath of ice ready for when she wakes up.

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