My Immortal Luna

Just A Taste

Ezra

One moment I was mocking Eleanor for losing, and the next, she was been slammed hard to the ground with so much force, I heard her hip pop.

I dropped rushed towards her, pushing through the students that immediately rushed around her.

She had an arm over her face, her bottom lip drawn in between her teeth, with a small drop of blood sliding down her chin.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry, Eleanor!” Jasmine sounded almost at the verge of tears as she rushed to her side.

I dropped to my knees, and reached for her, trying to check which hip the pop came from.

“I’m fine.” she hissed, her face turning red pretty fast from where the ball hit her.

“Don’t be stubborn, beetle. And tell me where it hurts!” I mindlinked her.

“I swear I didn’t think the ball will hit you that hard. Oh, Alpha Ezra, I swear I didn’t know!” Jasmine kept hovering around, her face completely pale.

Eleanor brought her arm away from her face enough to shoot Jasmine a glare, then mindlinked me. “If you want to help, then get me out of here before I tear this mutt in front of me to pieces!”

Somehow, I could feel the tension between the two girls.

The thing with hybrids were, even in human form, they were a menace when it came to strength.

But even if I knew that, Marlon wanted to rip her apart for hurting Eleanor.

“Your hip popped, beetle. We nee_”

”Just get me out of here, or I will shift and move myself!” Even through the mindlink, I could hear her pain.

I gathered her in my arms, ignoring her good and small she felt in them, and got to my feet.

“Can I come with you? I feel really bad.” Jasmine asked, looking from Eleanor to me.

“No!”

“No.”

We both said at the same time.

“Just go back with the others, The training isn’t over.” I adjusted my voice, then turned to Daniel who had also rushed over. “Please continue with them.” I ordered.

Then with Eleanor in my arms, made my way down to our tower.

I knew I was supposed to carry her to the academy hospital, but my legs, on their own accord, took me towards my private room.

I managed, with her in my arms, to unlock the door and walked in, shutting the door with my legs.

She had been quiet all through, her arm over her face, but I knew she was in pain.

She had landed in a very disturbing manner.

I placed her on my bed, something tightening inside of me at the sight of her in it.

Her hair had come undone during the session, and just spread on the pillow in thick black waves.

Eleanor moved her arm of her face, a frown in place. “I didn’t know the academy had a hospital room this chic.” she said flatly, looking around, then stopping her gaze at my photo which stood on the bedstand next to my bed.

“You are in my room.” I hissed and climbed in next to her, ignoring the look she gave me. “I assumed this was going to be more comfortable than the open academy hospital where everyone will be in your business.” I don’t know how I came up with the excuse, because that was far from what I had done.

And I wasn’t even sure what my reasons were.

“Since when did you care about my privacy, Ezra?” she narrowed her eyes at me.

I pulled off my hoodie, tossing it to the couch in the corner and went to stand next to her. “I still don’t give a s**t, now tell me, which hip!” I forced my usual nonchalance, hoping she will just let it slide.

“Right hip,” she said after a long minute, and looked away from me.

I swallowed, my eyes trailing down her body.

The sports wear clung to her body in a way that it definitely shouldn’t have been doing. And those shorts... They had been short before, but from carrying her, and to placing her on my bed, they hand ridden way up, and gathered tightly around her inner thighs, just an inch away from where I knew her p***y was.

Fuck, Ezra!

“What was that?” Eleanor asked, her frown increasing.

I shook my head, realizing I had cursed out a little bit louder than I had intended. “Nothing.” I muttered, then climbed onto the bed next to her with one knee.

I extended my hands to her hip, stilling when she jolted, her eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

I raised a brow, “Popping your hip back in so you can heal.”

Gosh. Was that sweat trickling down my spine?

‘Oh..” she murmured, her eyes dropping to my chest, and then she looked away. “As you should. It’s all your fault anyway.”

I chuckled, finally placing my hand on her hip.

We both stilled, but to my relief, no one said a thing as I let my hand slide around the area, feeling for the joint and what part was out of place.

Her skin was like fire under my palm, and I had a hard time concentrating on the task.

Heck if it was Draco, or Yohan, I would have had their joints popped in ten minutes ago.

But with Eleanor, all I could do was marvel at how soft her skin was under my hand.

I located the injury, and raised her shirt slightly, then with the other hand, pulled the waistband of her shorts down slightly so I could have direct contact with her skin.

And I had to admit that it was more for feeling her bare skin, than actually placing her joint back in.

Eleanor inhaled sharply as my fingers grazed her bare skin, and I bit back a groan, my c**k twitching in my sweats.

It took all the control I could muster to concentrate on popping the joint in place. The sound cracked through the tense air, and I heard her gasp then exhale in relief.

But I didn’t immediately remove my hands.

Instead my eyes remained on the exposed skin of her hip.

My mouth watered, and before I could stop myself, I leaned downwards.