Lunar Temptations

Ch 23

"No, you won't."

His breath caressed my cheeks in a warm touch, and I couldn't help but stay there, in his arms and on top of him, as he told me I couldn't leave. His brown eyes were mostly shadowed but still visible in the dim lights, making him look dangerous yet alluring. His hands were firmly locked on my waist, pinning me to him, and I almost lost it when I realized I could feel his manhood against my inner thigh. For a moment, I freaked out internally, but I quickly gathered my thoughts back to his face and, most importantly, his words, but somewhere the dirty side of my mind remained stuck there.

The mate bond was crazy, and it was even crazier how it would try to pull you closer to the other person, even when you tried to be distant.

"Last time I checked, sleeping together was not part of the truce," I recalled, but he seemed unbothered as if he knew I was going to say it.

His hands stayed still on my waist as I supported myself slightly with my hands on either side of his head. My gaze swept to his lips, and I almost felt like colliding mine against his.

Why did I think staying with him was a good idea? At least back at home, I didn't want to kiss him. And just when I thought I wouldn't have to be intimate with him, with my parents not around, it was backfiring on me.

"Last time I checked, PDA and acting like a couple were important parts of the truce," his eyebrows c****d, and despite the darkness, I could clearly see him enjoying this.

"But nobody is watching here," I mumbled, making another attempt to get off him, but his grip only tightened. "The maids and guards are outside, sweethearts. We don't want to give them a reason to gossip when you storm out of the room with a pillow in your hand," he said and smiled evilly, "do we?"

The look sent my mind into a frenzy, and f**k him for being so reasonable and definitely right. He made sure to let me witness his victory in our argument, and I wanted to punch him for a moment but decided against it. Punching him would be no use; his smugness would only increase.

"Asshole," I grumpily said and got off him. "Now get up. You're taking the couch," I said, plastering an innocent expression on my face. He was right, and it made sense. The maid who dropped me off at the room by now knew that I would be sleeping with Zayden. Hell, anyone who knew we were mates knew we would be sleeping together, and if I were to storm out, they would all certainly notice. But I wasn't going to let him win like that. Besides, nobody would be watching us in here, and I wasn't going to share a bed with him after what just happened. I might wake up the next morning cuddled up to him, and that would be horrible. Having to sleep with him every day in the same room was already enough.

Quietly, he got up, and I got back on the bed, taking my place like a winner. I would have taken the couch myself if he had asked nicely, which didn't happen, so no couch for me. I settled myself into the mattress when his voice came.

"I wasn't planning to sleep on the bed with you, at least not until you want me to."

"That might never happen," I replied, switching sides.

"We'll see about that, Red," he said, his voice deep like the ocean's depth, with an even deeper meaning behind it. I didn't know whether to reply or not, but by the time I turned to look at him, he was already gone, probably to shower. Sometime later, he might have gotten out, but I was too sleepy to stay awake until then.

My mind was too tired that night to ponder over what he implied and if it was ever going to happen, but I knew I was saving this train of thought for another night, a night when I would like the thoughts to tire me out. He was closer than ever to me, and all of that happened in a single day. One day he didn't want to see me, all he did was send flowers, and the next day I was moving in with him and slept in the same room. Life was really unpredictable, and mine just happened to be a great example of that.

The next morning, I woke up to find out that Zayden's housekeeper was the one who used to look after him when he was young, and I had also known her for years because of that. Danna had always been our favourite when Zayden and I were young. The Castillos were not the kindest of people, and even though our families were great allies, they were not that hospitable. They had people like Danna to do it for them. She often played with us when we were younger, and when we grew up, she used to cover up for Zayden whenever he got in trouble. To him, she was almost like a second mother whom he could rely on. I should have guessed that she was still his helper.

Surprisingly, she had taken yesterday off and was also shocked to find out that I had moved in with him. Her reaction was priceless when she said, "I watched you two running around as kids, and now I can't wait to see your kids run around." She squealed, and I choked on my first bite of the morning.

Grabbing a glass of water, I gulped it down in one go.

"All in due time, Danna. All in due time," Zayden said, taking his seat across from me at the table. I had already started my breakfast, and he had only come down now when his housekeeper decided to discuss our future children. I didn't say anything and decided to focus on my meal. It was already enough talking for today. Something told me we'd have to be even more cautious around her since she couldn't wait for our kids. My cheeks heated up at the thought, and before I could stop myself from turning into a tomato once again, I looked up to find Zayden already staring at me. A smirk appeared on his face, and I sheepishly looked away.

"Drink some water, dear. It'll help," came another devil's voice as she appeared to load my plate with pancakes once again.

"Danna!" I gasped.