Lunar Temptations

Ch 28

Unfortunately, my light push was no match for him, and it only resulted in me getting pushed further into the cool metallic door. My breath fastened, and even a dark part of mine knew I didn't mean what I said. My body nor my mind wanted us to stop. I was aware of the consequences and kept reminding myself of why was I here in the first place, but it was to no avail. All I wanted was to let him claim me right then and there, something I had been avoiding feeling and acknowledging for days now. Most of the nights, I had been sleeping early purposefully. I didn't know it would be so harder to resist him after moving in, and the worst part? I didn't even hate it anymore.

I slid my hand into his hair, tugging on the strands, watching his jaw clench as if he was holding himself back. My legs were still wrapped around him as he held me up, both of his hands on either side of my waist. His fingers dug into my flesh not long before they moved up, feeling me. My head threw back when one of his hands sneaked underneath my top. In one swift movement, he took it off me and tossed it aside. My white lacy bra did little to cover my breasts, and my cheeks flushed when his gaze shifted to them. A renowned hunger appeared in the scarlet orbs of his as his claw traced the swell of my boobs. I shivered beneath his touch wanting more. He placed several light kisses on the curves that made my entire body ache for more, and I felt heat flowing in between my legs, and I could feel my arousal.

My hands fiddled with his shirt, undoing the rest of the buttons not long before grinding myself against him. A loud moan erupted from me when he ground back. At one point, I felt his hardness poke into me, through the shorts I had on. My body lit up, and I felt myself almost dripping for him. The need to make him mine, to let him f**k me into oblivion grew with each second until I could no longer comprehend the rights and wrongs. The next thing I knew, my shorts were pulled down, and his hand gripped my ass, yanking me closer to him. My boobs pressed against him, and his hardness poked into my belly. He laid me down before spreading my legs. My heart raced, and I could feel his lingering gaze on me. He was big and strong, while he kneeled between my legs. His muscles were tensed, and his eyes were closed now. However, something had changed in his stance, and he looked different.

My brows furrowed.

"Zayd?" I called, but he seemed to be dazed. I sat up when he didn't move. I gently rested my hand on his chest, but he immediately stepped up and away from me.

"What's wrong?"

A sickening feeling settled low in my stomach when he stepped further away, his head low. Reality shattered over me of what was at stake, and it was a lot more than I had been expecting. I gulped, blinking at him unbelievingly. "Look at me!" I felt my voice breaking when his eyes remained low. I was sprawled on the floor, half-naked, flushed from the need to feel him back on me again. Yet there he was, with his head bowed low and no longer interested in me.

He did look up, though, his eyes no more red.

"This was a mistake." Was all he said as I watched him disappear out of the room. Shame and guilt took over me the moment he vanished out of my sight. What was I thinking? He didn't want me or even if he did, it was something else, some other side of him. At least I was sane, I could have backed out, and it would have made sense too. I never wanted intimacy yet I was the one who gave in while he simply turned around and walked out on me. Now, when I wasn't intoxicated with lust, I could finally think straight and realize how much I had put at risk by not stopping him.

Tears brimmed my eyes as they threatened to spill. My chest felt heavier with each passing second as if my mate had just rejected me. It was rejection though but not the sort that would break our mate bond, but the sort that broke my heart. I collected my scattered clothes and put them on. I neared the room, but it was until I smelled him there. Facing him right now was the last thing I wanted.

There were several guest rooms there, and I knew where to spend my night, the one farthest from Zayden's room. I made a beeline for it, and thankfully there wasn't any maid around to watch me sleep in another room than my mate's. The moment I shut the door behind me, the sob finally broke free.

I barely slept last night. It was as if I had closed my eyes and the next second the sun was up and shining on my face. I had been waiting for the past hour to ensure that Zayden was gone by the time I go back to the room to grab my things. I still had questions about last night, but the last thing I wanted to do was ask him. So, I had contemplated a better person to answer them for him, but I needed my phone for that.

When I was sure he must have left, I tip-toed out of the room and head back to my room to find it empty. I huffed out, relieved. What surprised me was the fact the duvet was there, as I had left it. He didn't sleep here last night. Without arousing doubt, I made a mental note to ask Danna about it later. Grabbing my phone, I dialled Winnie.

"Hey," I said when she picked up.

"Hey Ray, what's up?"

"Are you girls free this afternoon?" I waited for a reply as Winnie told me to hold up and rushed to ask Esme.

"Yeah, we were going shopping for the ball though," she admitted sheepishly.

"What ball?" my face morphed into confusion. "Don't tell me you forgot about it." Esme's voice came, telling me that the phone was on speaker.

"I-i don't" I began but paused remembering it. "Oh f**k, the loup-garou festival," I exclaimed. I had almost forgotten about it in the past few days. I was very excited about it when I was on my flight back here, but through everything that had been happening, I almost forgot it. Especially after last night, I couldn't comprehend proper thoughts or even look sane. My eyes must be swollen and red from all the crying.

I convinced them both to meet me in a mall nearby because it was in the Night Walker's territory, and that way it would be safer for us all. The fact that I had to go on a trip now with Zayden for at least a week that too with his family, dreaded me. If I could somehow face him without getting awkward or pissed at him, I would still not know how to deal with Esther Castillo.