The Broken Luna

Chapter 4 Fallon

After leaving the kitchen, I went back to my room to shower. I needed to get Mira’s scent out of my nose. I tried not to think of her n*****s poking through her shirt, the way her ass jiggled, the scent of her arousal, her toned arms kneading into that dough, the way her head felt in my lap, but everytime I pushed one thought away, a new one took its place. I was painfully hard and knew I’d have to relieve myself. I started stroking myself, letting the warm water shooting from the shower jets act as lubricant. I felt myself stiffen before the sticky white strands painted the shower wall. My wolf put images of them painting Mira’s face in my mind instead and I groaned at the thought. I quickly washed and got out of the shower. Just as I was wrapping my towel around myself, I smelled warm apples and cinnamon getting closer and closer: Mira.

I raced out of the bathroom to my bedroom door and opened it just before she knocked with her knee. I noticed her eyes trail down my body before meeting my own and felt my wolf come forward a little when I smelled her arousal intensify again.

“I brought you coffee and your breakfast!” she squeaked, looking at her feet while holding her hands out. She had two plates in one hand and two coffee mugs with whipped cream and cinnamon in the other.

“There’s two,” I said, hoping that she couldn’t hear the excitement in my voice.

“Oh, um, I was hoping we could eat together,” she whispered, confirming my hopes. My wolf was singing.

“Um, yeah, that’s fine, come on in,” I said, opening my door the rest of the way and scooting over.

I went to put on clothes while she looked around at the room. I knew it would seem massive to her compared to our small guest rooms. Especially since she had to share a communal bathroom with Damien and Faye. When I came back from the closet, she was beet red and her eyes were resting on the painting I had done of her asleep in the tree. I turned beet red, too, and went to flip it over.

“Can you pretend like you never saw that?” I begged.

“Only if you promise to pretend like you never saw that,” she whispered, clearly very embarrassed that I had not only seen her so vulnerable but had painted it extremely accurately. I was punching past Fallon in my mind.

“Anything for you,” I promised. And I meant it, I would do absolutely anything for Mira.

I walked over to the small table I kept in here for when I wanted to eat alone and pulled out two chairs, motioning for Mira to take one. She set the food and drinks down and sat in the chair I’d offered. Against my better judgment, I moved mine right next to her so that our legs would be pressed against each other. She was so small compared to my 6’4 frame. She craned her neck back to look at me and my wolf took over, I was kissing her before I knew it. And she was kissing me back! She opened her mouth to allow my tongue access and I hungrily darted it into her mouth, making sure to taste every inch of it. My hands slipped under her shirt and my thumbs padded her n*****s, which immediately turned to hard peaks. After what felt like hours, she pushed me away.

“I’m sorry, Fallon. I can’t. I’m saving myself for my mate,” she whispered. I knew she was still a virgin, I could smell it, but hearing that she was saving herself for her mate made my wolf sing for some reason.

“You turn 18 at midnight,” I said, finally putting together why my wolf was more drawn to her today than ever before.

“Yeah,” she whispered so quietly that I wouldn’t have heard her if I wasn’t a werewolf.

“I haven’t found my mate, yet,” I whispered, looking at her as if for the first time, hoping that she would figure it out, too, even before the bond hit.

“I know, I bet she’s going to be gorgeous,” she choked out, clearly holding back tears.

“I believe she is,” I whispered.

“I should go,” she squeaked, running out of my room before I could even register what she said. She left her breakfast and coffee behind, along with her intoxicating scent. I went to pick up the plates when I noticed something shining on her chair. She had been so wet it’d soaked through her leggings. I couldn’t wait to mate her.