Revenge Of A Sold Luna

Chapter Eight: Delusions

Shelly walked into his bedroom wearing a robe which she tied in place. He was about to pour for himself a bottle of whiskey, something to help ease his tense nerves after a hard day such as this.

“Hmmm, let me help you with that,” she purred seductively, allowing her nails to graze his hands as she took the cup from him and poured the whiskey for him.

“So what’s wrong, you look tense,” she asked, getting behind him and attempting to give him a massage.

“Well, I am tense, that much is true.” Dante replied and relaxed into her hands.

“Care to tell me why?”

“Battle issues, nothing to worry your pretty head about,”he replied.

Shelly rolled her eyes, it was already so many years of being his lover. But he never told her anything about the state of affairs. She was sometimes last to hear such news and that irated her.

As the future Luna, he’s meant to discuss such things with her. In fact, some Luna’s were even mandated to attend war council meetings and she didn’t want to be any different.

As she continued massaging him and thinking about her predicament, Dante’s head was equally full of thoughts of his own. What happened five years ago was all a misunderstanding that he couldn’t explain. He had since heard that Leila had developed well into a beautiful woman, and now she was coming to him instead of running far away.

This time around, he was going to have a lot more fun with her and perhaps she'd finally learn her place when he’s done making her his prisoner. But he must say, she was one hell of a courageous lady; who walks out of a lion's den only to walk back in, he thought, as pleasure filled his senses.

Looking down, he found Shelly giving him a blow down there. He knew what she wanted immediately.

She entered his room and was therefore not surprised at the turn of events, she had worked him up to a point of arousal and was now taking her price.

Dante knew Shelly thought of herself as his future Luna, but he had no plans of doing that ever. All the girl knew was how to be a good bedmate. She was too proud for someone who had no brains. When the time was right, he would get a Luna for his people.

Besides, he was a firm believer in the moon goddess's way of things, his mate was probably somewhere out there and she was his destined Luna. He just had to be patient. Although there were days when he felt like she might have died already a long time ago and he could never find her. He would still not take Shelly as his Luna.

However, despite knowing this, he couldn’t refrain from having s*x with her whenever he wanted to.

“Hmmmm” he moaned, holding her head and increasing the pace of his thrusts into her mouth. He was a rough lover and Shelly knew how to keep with his pace. Dante wastes no time removing her robe.

True to his suspicions, she was naked underneath, causing him to flip her onto the bed and he used her to forget all about the incoming invasion and relieve his bodily desires.