MY DESIRED LUNA

Chapter 2

It was not a difficult decision to make, considering she was not saving her virginity for anyone as she had no intention of ever getting married.

Anastasia fixed her gaze at him. The innard's feelings kept growing as butterflies taunted her belly at each contact he made. She didn't know how long she could resist him without succumbing to her knees, begging to have him right there in the VIP's private lounge.

"I am in!"

Yep! Argon screamed, jumping up in thrill. "Just do it, grab her and kiss her senselessly." Argon urged, propelling Dominic to an action he had been nursing.

His lips landed on hers in a kiss that drove the breath out of her. Clinging to him, Anastasia found herself kissing him back with a fervour that had been starved.

She moaned quietly as his hands held her cheeks, slightly tilting her away from the private chairs to the inner room, concealed from public eyes.

His lips moved hungrily over hers, caressing her t**s at intervals. Damn! She was driving him nuts and greatly insane with her soft touch. There was no denying the heat of the moment.

Shedding off his clothes, he blindly disposed of hers. Impatiently, Dominic led her to the bed where he mounted on top of her, thrusting deeply into her core.

Focus on the feel of her, Dominic failed to notice the slight difficulty it took to slide in, or the tightness of her as his long members gained access to it.

"Aah... Uhm..." Moaning with desire and pleasure, Anastasia moved in rhythmic notion to match up with his speed.

***

Hours later

The creaking sound from the cricket woke her up. Tossing in pain, Anastasia slowly regained consciousness of her immediate environment. Her eyes shot open instantly, taking in the darkness as she tried to wake her brain.

Where was she? Anastasia mentally inquired, looking around as her pupils adjusted to the darkness enveloping her. Glancing, her gaze took in the bed lamp lying across the bed stand. A figure lying next to her stirred, moving a bit.

Memories of last night rushed in instantly. The passionate moment they shared, brought a smile to her face. It was not meant to last. Hell! A one-night stand could never go anywhere.

She had a life outside of dancing. No one knew she danced as it was a means to cater for her financial needs.

Waving a hand on his face, and getting no response or an indication of any consciousness, Anastasia slid down, pulling the duvet away from her as she moved towards the exit.

In her rush, a strand of hair concealed her vision. Pulling it out, she limped to the door amidst the pains from her pudendum.

***

There buzz from the telephone jolts him completely from his dream world. His hands sooth the bed, finding no one, he sat upright clearly alert. Sleep vanished from his eyes just in time as the door handle turned, revealing his beta and best friend Sebastian.

His disappointment must have been boldly written on his face, earning a sarcastic comment from Sebastien.

"Hey! You really did have s*x with that beautiful b***h! Man, you beat me to it as I had an intention of shooting my shot with her."

Dominic frowns, pushing the duvet out of sight. His eyes failed to see the blood stain, evidence of her virginity.

"Look, I am not ready for your lame jokes! I can't find her!" Argon was getting agitated. The repercussion of his agitation is destruction.

"What the hell are you talking about man!" Sebastine inquired, moving in completely. His eyes travelled round the room, taking in the unmade bedspread, and the blood stain on it. "You both were together. Did something happen? Was the a break-in? Could that be the reason for the blood stain?"

"Yes," Dominic slammed a hand on his temple in frustration, hastily moving to the restroom. "Something happened, we had wild s*x! And no, there was no break-in! And where the hell is the blood stain you are talking about?"

"Here!" Sebastine pierced his brown eyes on the spot.

Following his gaze, Dominic gasped. Thought of possible danger rushed into his mind. Was she hurt? Did something while he was asleep? Why didn't Argon tell him the was danger?

"Because there was no danger! You moron!" Argon chipped in angrily. "You loosed my mate! You made her leave! I want my mate back! Bring her!"

Dominic shrieked at Argon's persistent nagging. "Fine! I will help bring back your mate!"

"Argon is furious!"

"If there is another word to it, furious is being put mildly. Help me find her."

Pacing restlessly, Dominic blurted. "This isn't just for me or Argon! I want Anastasia! I want to make her my Luna!"

"Who the f**k is Anastasia! You are driving me crazy!"

"You moron!" Dominic stopped pacing to shoot glares at Dominic. "Anastasia is her name!"

"Fine, we will comb the whole Silver back for her then if not found, we will strategize another avenue to search for her." He assured. "Meanwhile, the elders request a presence with you."

Dominic moved towards the door. "They can f**k off! I don't give a damn at the moment!"

"They don't care about your opinion or input currently," Sebastian stated, following him. "I will say, whatever they have to say will definitely piss..." The door slammed shut after Dominic, forcing Sebastine to swallow back his remaining words.

Damn! Love was terrible, he concluded.

"Hey! Wait up!"

***

Sneaking into the house was not as difficult as Anastasia expected, thanks to everyone who went out. This was her moment to reflect on the drastic action she took.

No! Her subconscious mind reprehended. There was absolutely nothing to reflect.

"Where are you coming back from?" A cool voice asked, startling her.

Glancing behind, the rush of adrenaline ceased. She held her heart, casting a guilty look at the intruder with brunette hair and hazel eyes, standing at a height of five feet who was her best friend. "You startled me, Florence."

"Of course, you were scared." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't creep up on you. I walked in noisily but guessed the thought on your mind hindered your hearing ability." Florence clarify.

"Sorry, I must have had a lot on my mind."

"A lot like?" Florence arched an eyebrow, walking towards the coffee machine where she made herself some coffee, "care for one?"

"No, thanks!" Anastasia declined, needing no caffeine in her bloodstream.

"Girl, you are really missing out! Where were you last night? Did you spend the night at the stranger's place?"

Anastasia glanced behind fugitively. It wasn't a secret to Florence who went with her to the club.

"Shh!!" She held an index finger to her lips, hushing. "Hey! No one is supposed to know I went to the club! You won't be helping matters if you go ahead screaming it to the universe."

"Easy! No one is home!"

"But they could drop in soon and at any time." Anastasia pointed out, depositing her ass on the couch as her eyes wandered finally landing on the white wall with a portrait of herself and her family.

"My apologies."

"Accepted," she rolled her eyes. Not like she could stay mad at Florence. Her thought instantly drifted to a topic forcing her to frown up at Florence. "I am certain Mom noticed my absence. What did you tell her?"

"Don't worry, I had you covered." Her assuring words didn't eliminate the dread slowly curling its way into her heart.

"Still, I wish to know. What other lies did you come up with?"

Florence chuckled. She was a great liar whose words could be bought easily without further assessment, unlike Anastasia who tended to bite her fingers when lying.

"I told them you went to help my grandma who insisted on having you instead of me."

Anastasia didn't doubt her for a moment. It was easy to believe Florence's words. "Thanks, Flo. About your question, I would love to forget about last night and whatever happens."

Florence shrugged, letting go. There was no persisting from Florence which gladdens her heart.

"Your flight will be taking off in the next," Florence stopped to glance at her digital wristwatch. "One hour, thirty minutes. Are you prepared?"

The thought of California sent thrills to her spine. It was a state her parent proposed for her education. "Yes! I can't wait!" Anastasia jumped up.

"True, but..."

Anastasia glanced at her, wondering why she stopped speaking. Her eyes caught the sudden shimmering of her brunette hair and the fire blazing hotly in her hazel eyes. Beads of perspiration dominated her temple.

What was happening?

Terrified, Anastasia walked up to tap her lightly. Stretching forth a hand towards Florence, her hands burned up, she staggered staring at Florence who remained like a monument, uttering wordless words.

"Florence!" Fear gripped her heart.

There was no indication that she heard him. Watching quietly, Anastasia noticed the constant shimmering of her brunette hair. Florence's face went pale, and white as though she saw a ghost.

What was happening? Who was Florence