Chapter 92
I Am The Luna
14. A Bite of Chocolate or I Am The Luna Chapter 92 By Moonlight Muse
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Itâs late, surely past two in the morning, yet we are both wide awake. That was⦠incredibleâ¦
Pleasure still courses through me at just the memory, and my cheeks burn at the memory. Sebastian is
an irresistible god that I love with everything I have. Iâm sitting in the warm bathtub, soaking my tired
body.
Sebastian will be joining me in a few minutes. I can hear him through the open door as he strips the
bedding and the thud as he flips the mattress. After that session, it was very much needed.
I blush, feeling extremely satiated despite the exhaustion that comes with it. Even though we both need
sleep and would happily sink into slumber in one anotherâs arms, Sebastianâs suggestion to have a
soak in the tub was an obvious implication that tonight is not over.
We need to talk. That is something that I know, and I hope he is ready to open up. He re- enters the
bathroom, gloriously naked, holding the two glasses of wine, and the platter of chocolates and
strawberries.
âI thought you might be hungry,â he says, placing the tray down on the stool beside the tub. My eyes
rake over his manhood and he smirks. âDistracted?
âMaybeâ¦â I bite my lip as he bends down, giving me a soft kiss and passing me a glass. He then gets
into the tub opposite me, his strong muscular legs on either side of mine.
His eyes flicker as they rake over my breasts that are peeking out of the water and, of course, Iâm going
to tease him too. I brush my hair back, raising my arms as I twist it up, giving him an even better view
of my breasts.
âFuck, donât tempt me.â He growls, making me giggle. âIs the beast not satiated?â I tease, brushing my
foot along his manhood.
Oh, heâs hard again.
Mmmâ¦
âAre you satiated?â he mocks. I roll my eyes, âIâm a woman. We arenât as horny as men are.â I say,
although I donât believe that annoying Sebastian is an extremely fun pastime.
âWe both know thatâs not true. I mean, you are the one who came onto me,â he replies cockily as he
raises his glass and takes a gulp. âI donât remember that happening.â I retort, making him smirk.
âOh? Well, I guess I really did fuck your brains out. But I wonât complain. I want you every hour of every
day.â
My heart skips a beat at his words, and I brush my foot along his balls.
âIâll let you win this round.â
âLet me win? I think I won,â he replies. Iâve missed this. âThings are different this time, arenât they? I
mean, between us, although itâs still us.â I muse.
âThereâs definitely a stronger connection. I have always loved you, Zaia. But there was definitely a lack
of proper communication. My fault for trying to handle everything⦠and yours for always pushing aside
what you felt, as long as I was happy.â Heâs serious now as I sip my wine and I nod.
âI agree, so letâs make sure communication is always key,â I murmur as he reaches over, picking up a
strawberry and twirling it in the chocolate.
Reaching over, he places it to my lips and parts them, I bite into it slowly, watching his gaze linger on
my lips before he feeds me the rest of the strawberry and leans back once more.
âI guess it is,â he says, answering my statement from moments earlier. âI wanted to tell you, I shifted
into my wolf. In fact, not only did I manage to shift painlessly, but I went up against three rogues single-
handed and-â
âYou what?â he asks sharply. âWhat were you doing out there alone? Why were the guards and lai not
doing their job?â
âLet me finish,â I say, exhaling in frustration. âI can handle myself, Sebastian, this is what always
happens. Just let me explain.â
Heâs frowning deeply and I really donât want to be harsh, but I am going to have to say this.
âI can take care of myself, Sebastian. For several years, I was alone. I donât need you to be
overprotective of me all the time, ok?â My tone is as gentle as possible yet firm enough to get the
message across. I need him to understand because I know how he reacts. He frowns but does not
reply, and I sigh.
âWe always hit this⦠this point, where you get mad andâ¦â
Donât give up Zaia⦠one of us has to be patient. âIâm not mad. Iâm simply wondering why you would be
out there alone when you damn well know that itâs dangerous.â
âI wanted to go for a run, something you have done countless times, but because youâre a man, itâs ok
right?â
He shakes his head, âOk, I get it, youâre an Alpha, so I shouldnât worry,â he replies coldly and places his
empty glass down and I sigh.
âNo, worry. You are allowed to worry. I mean, I worry about you, but you wouldnât stop risking your life
just because it worries me. I just mean, why the double standards?â
âCan we just agree to disagree on this? I will always worry about you, regardless of whether youâre
capable of handling yourself or not.â
Heâs trying. I can tell that as much as heâs frowning, heâs controlling his temper.
âI can settle for that,â I say, placing my hand on his knee which is slightly raised. âThank you for
understanding.â
âDoesnât mean I will ever like it. Youâre mine, and nothing will ever happen to you.â âIt wonât,â I say
softly, caressing his thigh for a moment.
âSo, what happened?â he asks, his eyes serious.
âWell, I have a meeting with them tomorrow. They arenât feral. Clearly just more in touch with their
wolves than the majority of us. They knew about you and consider most of us pathetic excuses of
wolves.â
Heâs frowning deeply as if pondering over something, âA meeting? Did you consider the possibility it
could be a trap? They think most werewolves are below them?â
âHow? What will they get out of that? I want them on my side, Sebastian.â I reply firmly. âHave you ever
considered that perhaps they are already part of the Sable? Trust no one Zaia.â
His words send a shiver down my spine, but I donât want to believe thatâ¦
âWell, I want to give this a chance and see if I can get them on my side.â
âYour sideâ¦â Thereâs an odd emotion in his eyes. Our eyes meet and the chilling reminder of our
destinies returns to the forefront of my mind, and I look down.
âOur side.â I correct myself.
He doesnât respond, but why do I feel like he knows something?
âOur side.â He repeats, glancing over at his empty glass.
âHere,â I say, offering him mine. He takes it, downing it in one go before placing it on the floor beside
the tub. Got to love his big arms.
I get up, crawling over to him until Iâm kneeling between his legs and look up at him. There are
emotions in his eyes that I canât read as he stares off to the side.
âHeyâ¦â
âSo, how did you figure it out?â he asks, now turning his brilliant blue eyes back on me.
âFigure what out?â
âYouâre a smart woman, Zaia. Surely you know what I mean.â
He knows tooâ¦.
He touches the back of his neck, and I shake my head. âIt just kind of made sense⦠and something
your dad said only reinforced that theory, but it doesnât mean anything. Itâs clear they want us apart.
From the beginning, they have done nothing but try to split us apart. Thereâs a reason weâre better
together.â
He reaches up, picking a strand of wet hair from my face before cupping my face and kissing my
forehead softly. His actions are confusing me. Why is he so calm?
âWhen did you figure it out?â I ask him curiously. âIt wasnât hard, especially when you do the math.
Somehow⦠I now complete the Sable Triquetra.â
Our eyes meet and I shake my head. âIt doesnât matter. It means nothing. We need to stay together. As
long as we stay together, weâll be fine.â I grip his wrists, hoping he understands. He has to understand.
âAre you reassuring me or yourself?â he asks quietly. I look at him sharply, frowning. â Neither, Iâm just
stating facts,â I say firmly, trying to hide the fear I am feeling.
Why is he acting so⦠casual about it? He caresses my face and smirks faintly. âItâs less painful when
youâre in denial. even if itâs a lie,â he murmurs. âBastian, donât speak like that,â I say. â Youâre scaring
me.â
His smirk fades, and he looks down at me with concern. âIâm sorry⦠but know that no matter what
choices lie ahead, that I will always love you. That wonât change.â Once again, it sounds like a final
reassurance, and I shake my head.
âNo. I donât know. You will need to tell me every day.â I say firmly. For a moment weâre both silent,
although there are a thousand things to say before he releases my face and instead leans over and
takes a chocolate. He brings it to my lips and when I part my lips, before I can even bite down, he
retracts his hand and pops it into his mouth. âBastian!â I say, splashing him.
He smirks, taking another.
âSorry, I just changed my mind.â He holds it to my lips apologetically and I roll my eyes, opening my
mouth, only for him to pull back just as I almost bite into it. âBastian!â I growl as he tosses the chocolate
into his own mouth.
He smirks, about to take another when I swat his hand away and shove one in my mouth. âI donât need
you to feed me.â
âOh, are you sure?â he taunts as I make to stand, only for him to yank me down, making water splash
everyone and I gasp when I slam into his chest. The feel of his firm chest against my breasts sends
pleasure through me.
âYes, Iâm sure!â I snap, trying to focus as I look up at him. He wraps his arms around me, and I relax
into his arms.
âOpen up,â he commands, in that same voice that gets my pussy clenching. I tilt my head giving him a
glare as he holds a chocolate truffle to my lips.
âI donât trust you.â
âThen try to.
I roll my eyes as I open my mouth, expecting him to pull away, but this time he doesnât, and I take a bite
out of it. He pecks my lips, his tongue flicking across my lips before he pulls back and waits for me to
swallow before feeding me the other half.
âIâll forgive you this time,â I say, resting my head against his chest. The steady beating of his heart is
soothing.
âGoodâ¦â he says.
Weâre silent for a moment and Iâm almost drifting off when he speaks.
âZaia.â
âMm?â I reply sleepily.
âMy biological father is Gerard King.â
Any sleep that was lulling me into its folds vanishes as his words ring in my head and my head snaps
up to stare at him, my blood running cold.
Gerard is Sebastianâs father?