His Evil-Sweet Luna

Chapter 8

-Ashton-

This was new... and I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it. As neither of us exchanged words, we occupied the space not far from each other—me in a chair and her on the couch beside me. Both of us held books, engrossed yet silent. But strangely, it felt... nice.

A pleasant ambiance seemed to permeate the room, akin to the comfortable intimacy shared between two people at ease with each other. Sienna had devoured all the food, clearly famished, before retrieving two books for us. Though I didn’t indulge in reading often, not due to a lack of enjoyment but rather limited time, this moment was surprisingly enjoyable.

Yet, my attention kept drifting toward her, observing as she absentmindedly toyed with a strand of her hair while holding the book. It was a cute detail I hadn’t noticed before—her habit of playing with her hair when immersed in enjoyment. Had she always done that? It was an intriguing observation, but I quickly diverted my gaze, reminding myself not to delve into the same emotional depths again.

I knew the consequences of becoming wholly absorbed in another person, only to have my heart shattered. I wasn’t going to let myself find her endearing, adorable, or sweet in any way. We were merely two individuals bound together by our mate bond, and as long as she fulfilled her part by giving me that pup, everything would be fine. Just fine...

Ask her how she feels!

I couldn’t believe my wolf. Why was he so quickly trying to fall into her evil web again? I knew Sienna was acting weirder this morning, but now my wolf was too?

No, I firmly rebuked him.

Ask her! She said she was sore.

I’m not going to ask her. She doesn’t care about us, so why should we care about her? I asked.

My wolf growled in my head, causing a stinging headache to appear. I groaned, and it caught Sienna’s attention. I felt her eyes on me, and as I turned to her, I was surprised by the sweet look in her eyes.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

I was completely taken aback. Was she... asking me if I was all right?

Answer her!

“Yes, I’m just fine. My wolf is just being an ass.”

You’re an ass!

He growled again, and it made me groan. Sienna seemed only more worried, and she surprised me even more by scooting from her place on the couch to the end of it, coming closer to the chair I was sitting on. She put her book down, and then it was like I had her undivided attention.

“Why is he an ass?” she inquired with a little smile that made my heart beat faster.

I told it to be quiet, but it wouldn’t slow down.

“He just is sometimes.”

Piss off!

My wolf made it hurt again, and I bent forward a little. Sienna reached out, placing a hand on my arm. I turned my head, looking at her, shocked, and our eyes locked in that moment, making the entire world disappear. I had forgotten what it was like.

It had been so good in the beginning between us, just gazing into each other’s eyes, making us feel so powerful from one look. She had turned so cold over the years, and the powerful feeling that we brought out in each other disappeared as well. Now it seemed to have come back.

“Is he mad?” she asked.

I am mad!

“He is fine,” I lied, pulling away from her and seeing the almost hurt look in her eyes from doing so, but how could she be hurt? I was the one who had to accept all her outings to her many lovers over the years.

“O-Okay…” she moved away from me, and I felt like the ass now.

You hurt her.

She hurt us! Remember? I countered.

Sit beside her, he ordered.

What has gotten into you today? You talk more. You get on my nerves more! I am not sitting beside her! I snarled.

I put up a mental wall in front of my wolf, which only seemed to piss him off even more. But I smiled, feeling good about myself. However, when I turned to look at Sienna, I noticed she hadn’t picked up her book again. Instead, she had turned her body, gazing out through a window.

A wave of guilt washed over me. I couldn’t shake it off. That stubborn mate bond wouldn’t leave me alone, and I knew the only way to ease my own discomfort was to offer her some comfort.

I reluctantly set the book down, telling myself it was solely for my peace of mind, hoping to quell the incessant itch of the bond, if only momentarily. I moved over to her side, and she sensed me sitting down. She nearly jumped, which left me puzzled.

“I’m just sitting beside you,” I explained.

“Oh, yeah... eh, that’s fine.”

“Do you have a problem with it?” I asked, annoyed, sensing her hesitation.

“No, I just told you, it’s fine.”

“But clearly it isn’t, or you wouldn’t have hesitated.”

She turned to me, now sporting an annoyed expression, but as our eyes met, the space between us seemed to shrink, pulling us once again into that trance where the world faded away.

“I... was just surprised,” she whispered.

I couldn’t seem to restrain myself. Wait, it was my wolf that was starting to control me, I realized, as my hand slowly reached up and rested on her cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin, yet the sensation seemed to have intensified. Ever since Sienna betrayed our bond, touching her had always stirred up conflicting emotions, but now I felt only pure warmth.

“Did I scare you?” I found myself asking.

“No, just surprised me.”

I didn’t understand what was happening. We were drawing closer, and the distance between us was diminishing. My heart pounded erratically within my chest, and I could hear hers racing as well. What was going on between us? It had to be her heat!

“Sienna…” I breathed.

“W-What are you doing?” she whispered, with our lips mere inches apart.

Her question jolted me back to reality, and I quickly turned away from her, berating myself for even entertaining the idea of kissing her, let alone assuming she might welcome it.

“Sorry, you’re right. I’m being an i***t,” I murmured.

“Huh?”

“That’s what you’re thinking. Or maybe you’re going to laugh at me now,” I said, retracting my hand.

“Laugh?” she echoed.

“For even thinking you wanted a kiss.”

“I…”

“No, please, tell me how wrong I was for thinking it,” I snapped, eager to get the humiliation over with. She despised it more when I anticipated it or even desired it, but Sienna simply sat there, blinking rapidly. “What are you waiting for?”

She continued to observe me, then, without warning, she leaned in, placing both her hands on my neck, and kissed me. I was utterly taken aback. I didn’t know what to make of it. Initially, I didn’t even respond, feeling a rush of sensations—sparks, warmth, and desire—flooding back. Those familiar, potent emotions overwhelmed me, making me feel more alive than I had in ages. Sienna noticed my lack of response and withdrew, now the one looking embarrassed.

“I... sorry... I thought maybe... You sounded like I didn’t want it, so I wanted to prove…”

She averted her gaze, seemingly cursing at herself, while I remained seated, stunned. She... kissed me?

What are you doing, i***t? Kiss her back!

All right!

I’d let a golden opportunity slip through my fingers, but perhaps I could salvage it. Despite knowing it was foolish to entertain the idea of kissing her again, I couldn’t resist. Not when those intense emotions were urging me to reciprocate.

I reached out, gently turning her head toward me, and kissed her. This time, I seized control of the kiss, moving my lips over hers and eliciting a sweet moan from her that drove me wild and intensified my desire for her.

While I thoroughly enjoyed serving her during her heat, I yearned for something more than mere animalistic instinct driving us. I longed for genuine desire between us, beyond the influence of her heat. I guided Sienna down onto the couch, and to my surprise, she willingly spread her legs, making space for me between them. We both sighed with pleasure as I settled in. Goddess, this was incredible. Why did it feel so right?