The Lycan Kings’ Rejected Luna

Chapter 5

I bit my lips, slowly opened my eyes to see he had halted to a stop.

Finally, Ronan said, “Is it because of last week? Was that the reason you avoided everyone?”

My entire body stiffened as he talked about it.

“Why are you acting like you didn't see me half naked, moaning your name?” I asked, putting my shame aside because if he doesn't talk about it, my soul would eat me up.

“Oh, moaning my name?” He teased, now turning back to look at me with that familiar annoying smirk plastered on his face.

“W…what do you mean?” I stuttered, avoiding his gaze.

“I heard a lot more than you think,” he murmured, the smirk slipping in.

My cheeks burned so hot that my hand intentionally cupped it, trying to cover up the shameful blush.

“I swear, Ronan, if you say one word…”

“I didn't tell Matt,” he interrupted with a gently bad boy smirk. “Or anyone.”

Gosh! He was playing with my head. This is really getting complicated.

“I don't care about that, “I shot back.

“I see,” he muttered. “You don't care about it, yet you stopped me to have a discussion about it? Fair enough.”

I pinched my nose anxiously.

“Given the fact that you actually moaned out my name profusely like it's normal. I figured out that this wasn't just a one time thing. Someone is using hate to cover attraction, huh?”

I coughed, my eyes turning red as I tried to be defensive. “E… Why do you think it is a norm? Just because of a stupid mistake I bit myself to, every night? I wanted to say Roman! This is the main reason I am having this conversation with you—to clear the air. The thoughts that you carried.”

He chuckled softly, staring at me amusely. “Mistake, huh? Do you know I stood outside your door for a few minutes to know you continuously spilled out my name like water. Should I give you a play?” He teased, one of his sexy smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

My eyes widened at the realization of what he was about to do and before he could say a word, I dashed toward him, placing my hand on his mouth to stop him from saying anything.

His eyes met mine, lingering into my soul as I froze.

The garden became still and in between my world in his, everywhere was silent. Silent that I could only hear the rhythm of our heart beating.

And before I could withdraw, his hand lifted, almost hesitantly, and brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingers too grazed my cheek gently.

The world turned.

“Desiree,” he breathed in a sweet whisper. His hands found their way to my waist, drawing me closer to himself as his gaze dropped to my half parted mouth.

“Just so you know, I feel the same way…” he started but before he could continue, I chipped in, “I… I don't..”

Before the lie could finish forming, his hand cupped the back of my neck, steady and possessive. Then he pulled me into him, his lips crashing against mine like he had been fighting the urge for far too long.

His lips claimed mine hungrily, that stole my breath away, my lips giving way to reciprocation. His hands cupped my jaw, pulling me even more closer as if he was done playing every stupid game and he wanted to feel the whole of my body.

A small unintentional sound came from my lips as I closed my eyes and he swallowed it, deepening the kiss until my knees gave way.

Heat rushed through me, my fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer as if our bodies weren't already into each other.

He groaned softly against my mouth and I subconsciously wrapped my hands around his neck, claiming his whole body.

This was a dream… a very bad one.

But this was everything I wanted. Everything my soul yearned for, and I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want any of this to end.

He broke away just long enough to whisper, “You want me, don't you?”

And then this mouth was on mine again, urgent and hungry, and all the air between us disappeared.

I didn't know who moved first, him or me, but somehow we stumbled backward until my back hit the garden floor. The citrus scent burst in the air, sharp and intoxicating, mixing with the warmth of his breath against my neck as his lips traveled lower, sending shivers down my spine.

“Oh please,” I gasped.

His lips trailed down my stomach like I tease and I breathed out in pleasure.

“Say my name again,” he murmured against my throat. His hands moved swiftly finding their way towards my laps.

“Ronan ..”

His body pressed fully against mine, his hands sliding down into my p***y.

And then, for a split second, as he lifted his head, his eyes flashed.

I saw Red.

Deep, glowing, Red.