Secure A Luna For Christmas

14. Do You Like Him?

Molly

My heartbeat is pounding so hard it feels like it is shaking my ribs. I can barely breathe because his alluring scent slides over my skin like warm hands and my knees actually wobble. I am going insane. I know I am.

I can't let this happen. I barely know this man. He already kissed me once and now he is touching me like he owns my body. Absolutely not. I try to step back but it is useless because Charles is solid and unyielding and holding me tighter.

“What are you doing, Charles?” I try to sound annoyed but it comes out breathless.

“What do you think?” His voice drops into something dark and low that shoots straight between my thighs. “I do not like the thought of you wearing another man’s clothes.”

My core actually throbs. Who is this man? Why does he think he can say something like that? Why does it sound so good? As if I am some desperate, needy little i***t.

“Why do you care?” I manage to whisper, although I have no idea how my mouth still works. His hand tightens at my waist and every inch of him feels like heat.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He pulls me closer and his chest brushes mine. I swear my n*****s go hard instantly. This is not healthy.

“I don't know what you are talking about.” I try again, but the words shake because his mouth is so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of it. I can feel his breath.

“Do I have to make you understand?” His voice…My legs weaken slowly, traitorously, as if my body has decided to melt into him whether I like it or not. My brain is literally screaming at me to pull away but my body is pushing towards him, begging him to rip the shirt off me and bury himself inside me.

He hesitates though. He just stares at me, eyes dark and hungry, and then he smirks. It is slow and knowing, as if he can read every filthy thought running through my head. It’s so damn humiliating and dangerously thrilling at the same time. I must be losing it. This is not right.

“Okay, that's enough.” I jerk out of his arms, lifting my hands in surrender because if I do not physically remove myself I will climb him like a tree. We are moving too fast. Way too fast.

“This whole thing is not real. We are pretending. You know that, right?’

“You and I both know it is not pretend.” His voice is calm and confident, the kind of confidence that curls my toes even though I want to slap him. “I will wait until you admit it…. until you beg for me.”

Before I can even come up with a comeback, he turns and walks into the bathroom. A second later the shower comes on.

I stand there like a fool, staring at the closed door. Who does he think he is? My whole body is still tingling, especially between my thighs. I didn't even get to c*m earlier. Damn him. Damn that stupid face. Damn his stupid voice. Damn my stupid hormones.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to breathe normally again, but the sound of water running only makes it worse. He is showering. He is naked. His skin is wet. I absolutely cannot be in this room when he comes out or I might actually pounce on him. That would be tragic. Actually it might be wonderful, but also tragic.

I grab my sanity, what is left of it anyway, and walk out of the room before I get myself pregnant by accident just from looking at him.

Snow rushes at me the second I step into the living room, her little paws tapping on the floor. She barks happily and jumps around my legs until I bend to scoop her up. Then she licks my chin like she is scolding me for disappearing and I laugh despite the fact that my body is still humming from Charles.

I drop onto the couch beside Lily and Snow wriggles free, springing onto Lily’s lap and curling into a little white puffball. Lily beams instantly, stroking Snow’s head while the cartoon plays loudly on the screen. Bright colors flash everywhere and some weird singing creature dances in circles. It is chaotic but also oddly calming.

I nudge Lily gently and ruffle her soft hair. “What are we watching, superstar?”

She answers very seriously. “Princess Talia. She talks to animals and saves her kingdom from the grumpy troll who hates cupcakes.”

“That actually sounds like the kind of life I want right now. Maybe I should move into this cartoon.” I smile and lean back. “You know Snow seems to really like you. She doesn’t always like people. In fact she hates most of them.”

Snow barks once in agreement. That's my girl.

Lily grins shyly. “I like Snow too. And I like you.”

Her voice is so sweet it hits me right in the chest. I smile at her fully now. “I like you too, Lily. Very much.”

She turns back to the TV, humming the theme song. For a second everything feels incredibly soft. Lily really is adorable. Too adorable. And the moment I think that, I remember what Charles said earlier when we first met, something about a disease. Something that made my stomach twist. Is it serious? I have no idea. I don't know her well enough to ask, and I can't exactly lean over during a cupcake cartoon and say hey sweetie, tell Molly what your medical chart looks like. I will ask Charles later. That's If I survive being near him without jumping his bones.

My face warms at the thought. God. Two days. I have known him for two days and I have already kissed him, melted against him, and nearly begged him to have s*x with me. Amber would scream. No, Amber would cheer. Amber lives for chaos. Meanwhile I made Josh wait so long he practically collected dust and suddenly I am ready to strip for a man who looks at me like he wants to devour me.

I clear my throat and glance at Lily. “So, what does your dad do apart from his lawyer job? He does not seem like a lawyer.”

Her whole face lights up instantly. “Daddy is an alpha. The alpha of our pack.”

I blink. Alpha? What is she talking about? I tilt my head, unsure I heard correctly. “Alpha? I do not understand.”

“He is the leader of the pack.” She says it slowly, like I am a toddler.

“Pack? You are talking like this is some animal kingdom.”

“Yes. Wolf pack.”

I stare at her for a full second. Then I shake my head. “Is that what your dad told you? Because if he is an alpha then I am Queen Elizabeth’s granddaughter.”

Lily gasps in pure wonder. “Really?”

Oh lord. Child, no. Before I can correct that royal disaster, she leans closer, her eyes suddenly full of something heavier.

“Molly, do you like my daddy?”

I choke on absolutely nothing. “Why what?”

She pouts, looking down at her hands. “I always wanted a mom. All my classmates have one and they make fun of me because I don't. And my mom…she is not a good person. Daddy says so. I just want a mom too. Please Molly. Can’t you like my daddy.”

My heart twists painfully. Oh Lily. Sweet little Lily with her big eyes and big dreams. I touch her cheek gently.

“Lily, it doesn't work like that.”

She looks away, clearly disappointed.

“Hey. Don't be sad. If I didn't like your dad, I wouldn't be here.” I try to give her a comforting smile even though the moment the words leave my mouth my brain starts screaming because apparently I confessed something I did not mean to admit. At least not out loud.

She brightens instantly. “I like you so much. You are better than those she-wolves who always visit Daddy.”

My eyebrow lifts. “She-wolves?”

“Yes. They love throwing themselves at Daddy. They keep begging him to take them and marry them. They are all after his status.”

“Status?” I echo slowly, feeling a strange knot form in my stomach. “Tell me more, Lily.”