Page 107 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
Don’t give me hope. I’m too fragile for hope.
Then she breaks our silence in a real way. “I’ve decided what I’m going to do at the next full moon.”
I hold my breath, waiting for my world to shatter or come to become whole.
“I need to talk to Ambrose,” she says.
Chapter 30
Lumi
“Nyx and I need to talk to you,”I send to Ambrose. I haven’t talked to him or felt for our connection since the Moonlight pack and Moonfire coven attacked us.
I’m still lying on Nyx’s naked body. I never want to move. I want to stay hidden in the covers with him forever. But now that I’ve realized what I have to do, I need to do it. I need to carry out my plan.
Nyx tugs at the door to my mind again, begging to be let in. He wants to know what my decision is—who I chose as a mate.
But he can’t know. It kills me that I can’t tell him. I have to block him out after what we just did. But I can’t have him talking me out of my decision.
“I assume you mean in private without anyone else knowing?”Ambrose sends back.
“Yes. Do you have a place where we can meet safely?”
There’s a long pause.“Yes, I’ll send you the exact coordinates. I have a house in the woods that’s about halfway between the Bloodmoon pack territory and my territory. Meet there in three hours.”
“See you in three hours.”
I’m shocked that Ambrose didn’t make me promise more things. If he thinks this is a trap, he’s not even questioning me about it. He didn’t ask if he could bring Emeric or anyone else to offer protection for him. He still trusts me.
Nyx is still beneath me, except for his thumb that lightly traces circles over my lower back. He doesn’t rush me. He doesn’t ask me. He patiently waits.
I’m still processing our night together, just as curious about his own feelings about what transpired as he is about mine. But we’ve both blocked each other out, and our time is up.
“Ambrose gave me a latitude and longitude to meet at. It’s a house somewhere between his territory and ours. He said he’ll meet us there in three hours alone,” I say.
Nyx doesn’t respond at first. He wants to say no, that it isn’t safe.
“I doubt we have time for a bath, but we can at least take a quick shower first? Otherwise, we’re going to reek of each other, and Ambrose is going to lose his mind before even talking to us,” he says.
One second he’s under me, the next he’s in the bathroom, and I hear the water running. I collapse into the bed with a soft, infectious smile and a blush staining my cheeks. He wanted to bathe with me—so sweet and romantic.
When I walk into the bathroom, I’m not sure what to expect. Nyx watches me with a hungry gaze that he quickly tames with a blink of his eyes, returning to all business.
“You’re gorgeous, can I wash you?”
I bite back a smile. “Yes.”
He holds out his hand and I take it, like he’s about to lead me out onto the dance floor. Instead, he leads me into his shower. Water hits me from the four shower heads that are in here, melting any soreness away. He steps in behind me, his massiveframe easily fitting in the expansive shower that three adults could fit in. I don’t think too hard about who else might have enjoyed taking a shower with him here.
He grabs a bottle of shampoo and squirts some into my hair, then his fingers start to scrub. He doesn’t say a word as he works. He doesn’t even speak while rinsing the soap out of my hair. He stays silent as he takes a washcloth and rubs soap all over every inch of my body.
I don’t tell him that if the point is to wash the scent of each other from each other’s bodies, then showering together might not be fully helping. But I’m enjoying the quiet silence. The slow study of each other’s bodies without talking and without sexually touching each other.
I watch as, under his touch, the markings of the runes begin to fade back into my skin. The gold lighting up the edges disappears. He washes the runes away like they’re nothing more than a marker drawn on my skin. The runes had spread from my chest to my arms, claiming more of my body for their own pleasure.
I hold my breath as he washes over my chest and breasts, scrubbing the runes away along with the soap. I’m happy to watch them vanish once again. I can’t make sense of it, just like I can’t make sense of why they became visible when Nyx started fucking me. The water rinses the soap off my body until there is nothing left for Nyx to wash on me.
I take another washcloth and soap and do the same to Nyx’s body. I wash over his arms—where thin black scars have darkened almost overnight. His entire chest is the same. I can see every cut, scrape, and hit he’s ever endured in his life, and there isn’t a part of his body left untouched.
