Not The Last
590 Words
Luna blinked uncontrollably, his eyes filled with terror.
A familiar pull from last night stirred, and his hair pricked.
Please, where are you from?
"Please, this is the last." He tilted his neck slightly.
"It's not."
Eliot sucked Luna's neck; he almost lost control as his hand searched for these soft ass.
Luna felt the pull from Eliot's hot breath; he controlled himself before he missed his meeting.
"Iot…" He gasped, trying to pull away.
He felt hot air rain through his veins before he could respond. Eliot released him, walking inside the room.
His hair returned to normal.
Eliot hesitated, then turned with visible effort. "Freshen up. I'll get you something to wear."
He pressed a button on the wall. A section of the glass slid open to reveal a wardrobe filled with clothes.
What is wrong with this man? I can't even tell his breed.
Luna stood for a while before following, his gaze scanning the drobe.
The fabrics were neatly arranged not to be touched, the cuts, the brands—everything looked too expensive to a common millionaire.
Eliot selected a smaller shirt and handed it to him. "This should fit." His voice is hoarse.
"With… which… trousers?" Luna's words dropped, taking a deep breath, his arms swayed.
The blanket fell.
"I'll step out."
He left the room and shut the door behind him. Not wanting to lose control.
He pauses mid-step.
He looked around.
This isn't a hotel nor Dad's mansion.
This is my villa.
The honey scent fades slowly.
His irises, teeth, and fingers returned to normal.
Stepping forward, he ran his finger through his hair; memory came as his eyes landed on a piece of fabric on the floor.
"I was at the party last night and…" Eliot questioned himself.
"What have I done…" he muttered under his breath.
"Eliot!" Luna's voice called from inside.
Lord, I'm stuck; what sort of building is this?
"Eliot…!"
The bathroom door opened, and Eliot bashed in.
"I… need the… towel," Luna mumbled, turning off the water socket in the tub.
The bubbling fume covered his shoulder.
He walked in, quickly bringing down the towel from the rack mounted above medium height.
He walked out instantly.
I can't be late.
A minute.
Twenty minutes.
Luna stepped out dressed, looking composed again—almost like the previous night had never happened.
Eliot changed in the guest bathroom into a simple T-shirt and trousers.
"You have a meeting?" he asked.
"In an hour."
"I'll drive you."
The Bayerische Motoren Werke purred to life as it sped down the road. Eliot drove with unsettling confidence, restraining the trance taking his vision.
"Iot…" Luna gasps, holding the handle.
"I won't hurt you… "
Luna had said nothing—only held his phone tightly without responding.
In less than twenty minutes, they entered the venue.
It was already swarming with journalists, cameras flashing the moment the car slowed.
"Thanks for the ride," Luna said, holding his cellphone as he left.
"That's Sir Luna!"
Security rushed forward to create a path. Luna quickly messaged his manager as he stepped out.
Eliot smirked, watching him go.
"Sir! Please, a word!"
"Sir, over here!"
Luna kept waving politely as security guided him into the building.
"Sir…"
"Please speak to your fan."
"Please, sir, we have a few questions for you."
"Sir, a minute."
Eliot remained in the car with eyes fixed on the entrance where Luna had entered.
"What breed am I?"
His question bounced as he reversed his car.
Eliot drove to his parents' villa.
- Writer
