Accidentally His Luna

Safe in His Arms

Shirley's POV

I felt so safe and warm in his arms, but then, I shouldn't let my heart fall again.

We left that spot and I found myself in the garden. It seems as though he knew I always love being around flowers when I feel sad or broken.

He had ordered for a mug of coffee and ice cubes in a bowl, just the way I wanted it.

The maid arrived on time, and he took it from her while returning his gaze at me.

I didn't want to look at him as he stretched the mug at me. We both stared at each other, but then I refused his offer.

"Stop acting like I'm the one who broke your heart" he mused, took my hands and wrapped them in the mug.

I felt like weeping again. He just thinks a woman cries only when a man breaks her heart.

He's annoying yet charming and a sad smile left my lips. He sat beside me, staring at the night sky.

He seems to be the hero. I caught him taking a peek at me but then acted like he was waving off a fly or something.

He had a forlorn gaze at me. Could it be a pity? He wasn't saying anything yet and gestured to me to drink.

I bite my lower lips, staring at the coffee, the sizzling fog it forms. It was my favorite.

I only admired it.

"It's not poisoned" he furthers as I shuddered because he was making me more emotional, and it seemed hard to control the tears.

More tears clouded my eyes as memories of finding Larry punching some guys who tried to bully me pop up.

We were in college then. I always leave school late and that night seems to be unfortunate.

They had pushed me to a corner, wanting to assault me, but then he appeared as though he had been following me.

When he had stretched his hand at me, gave me a wry smile and took me to a café, he made my heart fluster.

He said the same exact words, that he wasn't the guy who broke my heart, so I shouldn't weep.

How comes he knows this much about me, yet I barely know his preference.

Nevertheless, why did he ghost me? Only to show up when Greg appeared in the picture.

I wanted to ask him if he knew Greg and I were thing, but I just kept mute. There was really no need.

I sniffed. A lot was on my mind, but I needed to get one thing straight.

"I want to leave" I declared, folding my lips as depression lurked in.

This is all I want. If I were to live again, it's not going to be around Greg or his relatives.

It was still shocking though, because he told me he had no family to begin with.

He got my wolf and I anticipated. His next response. We hope it's positive. I was done with the deal.

His greedy fetched me out, and I was willing to help. Besides, I was a doctor. He doesn't need me anymore.

Larry crossed his legs and stretched one of his arms on my shoulder, his fingers fondled my skin as he darkened his gaze at me.

The coffee almost dropped off my hands as his alluring eyes were hypnotic.

He rubbed his ears like he didn't really hear what I said and gave me a smirk.

"I don't want to let go yet" he whispers coldly, leaning so close as though he wants to kiss me.

I ducked my head, feeling uncomfortable with the way he stared.

I fluttered my eyes, as they took a glimpse at his pant. His d**k stood erect. I gasped silently and then gulped while pretending not to see that.

He must be horny, judging from the lustful way he stared. He had so many mistresses, concubines and I don't want to be a part of his harem which he always boasts of.

I was feeling hot already and my wolf was silent like she had given up on me already.

I shyly moved my body away from him, but then he used his other hand to pull me tenderly, so close that there was no space between us.

His face brushed my neck and I held my breath for two seconds. He gave me a dirty grin, licked his lower lip.

His diluted eyes, his slow breath and I saw sweat trickle down his throat as his eyes were dazed.

I only let him embrace me because I was lost, and my emotions were setting in at the sight of Greg.

Not now, Greg isn't around us, yet his touch makes me hot.

"Larry, that wasn't the agreement..."

He rolled his eyes, leaning his face closer, that I went breathless. The mug in my hands shook and I couldn't control the sensation.

My breasts felt stiffened and pointed out. He'd cease every chance to have my body.

He now has what he wants, he's been declared an heir after I saved his father's life.

He was making me confused and goosebumps held me.

"You ghosted me, and now you want me?" I addressed him, trying to get the story straight because I know Larry has his way of flirting just to get, whoever he wants.

"I didn't say I want you, I need you, there's a difference" he pointed out, and a sense of disappointment flushed on my face.

I could see his eyes lurching on my body, then, it settled on my thighs.

He was plain, just like when he rejected me. I wasn't his type, that was his excuse.

He was just like his brother! The thought of these two makes me sick.

I just didn't want to see them.

Only a scoff escaped my lips and, angrily, I poured the coffee on him.

"f**k! Shirley!" He screeched, jumping up and letting go of my waist. I didn't know it was that hot, and it was on his dick...I didn't mean that.

I jerked up from the bench as he held his d**k and then growled. I was perturbed, rubbing my head and thinking of what to do.

I grabbed the ice bag intending to give him to place it when I was greeted by his nice meaty c**k.

Fuck, he took it out of his pants, to feel the cool breeze.

I quickly turned to look away, but he grabbed me to look at him.

"Aren't you doing anything?" He whispered, as if this was so embarrassing. Sweat had beads on his face as the bowl in my hand almost fell.

I pointed the bowl at his face, trying my best not to look below.

"How do you f*****g expect me to place that on my c**k?"

I didn't like where this was going and refused to try to make him understand there were other ways to resolve that itch and burn.

He's just a patient... nothing will happen, I can control myself. I've injected men before, seen d***s before.

His won't be different.