His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 54

NATHAN

CAUGHT

Alex opens the door for me to come out with Jessica asleep in my arms. “Thanks, man.”

We just arrived at the pack after spending the night at the Council’s hospital. It was already late when she woke up, and I didn’t want us traveling at night.

“What are we going to do about the other guy?” he asks.

The other kidnapper is still at the Council hospital. “I want him brought to our pack where we can get the truth out of him.”

“Sure,” he nods as my sister and mother open the pack house door, coming our way.

“How is she?” both ask, peering down at my sleeping mate.

“Fine. Still resting.”

“Did you get the men?” Mother asks. “Are they still breathing?”

A smile comes to my face. “Just one, and he will be brought to the pack.”

“Good. I have asked Kelly to prepare your room and a bath.”

“Thanks, Mother, but I doubt if I want to wake her up,” I drop a light kiss on her cheek. “See you later.”

Upstairs, Kelly holds the door for me as I enter.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” she offers.

“Thanks, Kelly.”

Carefully, so as not to wake her up, I lay Jessica on the bed. She turns, sighing deeply, and grabs my arm when I want to pull away. Sparks course all over my arms and body, sending pleasure down to where it throbs painfully.

Every day, I fight the urge to reciprocate this feeling. Bound by the laws of the Probability Clause, I doubt if I can even kiss her. To plant the lightest kiss on her lips or admire her as I should. The price I have to pay to keep her as mine.

I know she’s only reacting to the bond between us. That invisible yet living connection that ties me to her, making her comfortable and familiar with me. Being close to me daily only intensifies the feelings she has for me, helping her wolf awaken quickly and smoothing the process of discovering me as her mate.

The approach of her eighteenth birthday is another factor. Her wolf is about to emerge. Her senses are heightening, her emotions growing, preparing her for her first shift. Once that happens, the first thing she will want to sniff out is the scent of her mate.

My scent is always on her, and she’s used to it. It’s going to be the first thing she will discover after she shifts.

I remove my jacket and leave it beside her. She rolls over it, grasping it between her arms, taking a satisfying sniff before sighing deeply.

Goddess, I can’t wait to see her shift, meet her wolf, and hear her say the word, ‘Mate’ to me. It’s going to be one of the most memorable days of my life.

“Me too,” Declan sighs wistfully. “My arms and heart are wide open, waiting for her.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “When did you get so romantic?”

“From the first day I perceived her scent.”

“I did.”

“Yeah, whatever. Now go lie down beside her. I want to look at her till she wakes up.”

“Not going to happen,” I tell him and move to the bathroom to start undressing, ignoring his complaints. I need a bath to calm this raging rod between my legs.

Inside the bathroom, her scent is all over the place, just like in my room. I wallow in it as I undress and think back to what happened at the Council.

I still believe Kizziah was behind the kidnapping. A lack of evidence is the only thing stopping me from dragging him before the Council. But more than that, I want to know the identity of the second person, the one who offered to pay them double what the first person did. The one who asked them to rape Jessica.

Besides Kizziah and his son, who else would think of hurting Jessica? There was Christabel, but she was far back in the pack. And then there is Sasha…

Wait…

Jessica said Sasha had come inside the restroom with her. Could it be her? Did she send those men to rape Jessica? She had a lot of reasons to. One of which is that I claimed Jessica as my mate.

Sasha will be sorry if I find out she’s the one! The soap in my fist crumbles into pieces as I squeeze it hard. Wishing it was the person’s neck I was holding. I drop the crumbles to the floor and stand under the shower, letting the water run over my head to calm my raging mind.

Whoever that person is will regret they even thought of the plan.

Standing under the water for a while, my mind goes to Jessica again. I hope she’s right about what Kizziah said regarding her birthday. I don’t know how long I can hold on to these feelings. I want to do things to her—things mates are supposed to do with each other.

I still can’t forget the look in her eyes at the Council hospital while under the influence of the aphrodisiac. Her whimpers and moans as she rubbed herself against me. The sweet scent of her arousal almost made me hit my tipping point. If I had lingered a second longer in that room, I would have damned the Clause and taken her. Whatever the consequences, I was ready to face them.

But, thankfully, I left. And I hope I never have to do so again. The next time her arousal hits me like that, I don’t think I can hold on

My d**k throbs with this revelation and I picture her on that bed, doing what she was doing and I start to touch myself.

Imagining her hands are on my body. Her lips on my neck, shoulders, chest, on my d**k. A low groan escapes my lips. I imagine what her lips will feel like round my rod. Her tongue rolling over the top, licking up and down. Her teeth leaving tiny bites at the top.

“f**k,” I look down at myself. I am so hard. Harder than I think I have ever been.

How hard will I be when she’s the one touching me? Or when we do the real thing? When I plunge into her and feel her clench me tight.

“f**k!”

I turn off the shower, increasing my strokes, breathing hard through my mouth, when I hear a loud gasp behind me. I turn and Jessica is behind me with eyes wide as saucers. Eyes that are glued to my palm on my c**k.

Shit!