Not the Usual
627 Words
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains.
Eliot's arm was still wrapped firmly around Luna's waist, as though even in sleep he had refused to let him go. The doors and windows remained shut, sealing the world out and trapping the lingering warmth of the night inside the room.
"Good morning, Luna. It's morning."
Luna's phone lit up on the bedside table as Alexa's voice sliced through the silence.
He groaned, trying to turn, but his back slammed against a broad chest behind.
His eyes fluttered open as the air conditioner breeze blew past his face.
He tried turning again.
"Hun…" Alexa drew his attention.
"You have a few missed calls."
The voice grew louder.
"You have a meeting at eleven."
Eliot's lashes parted, his eye fluttering open. He tilted his head following the sound.
"Don't destroy my phone…" Luna muttered, trying to move—only to feel his entire body was strangely numb and heavy.
Shutting his eyes, he placed his wrist on his forehead.
"Good morning," Eliot said, pivoting his arm.
He noticed Luna, and a smile crept onto his lips.
He straightened, helping Luna to sit.
Sighs escape his lips as he gathers all his ounce, brushing past Eliot.
He stood up, forgetting he only sleeve and shorts.
His curves were visible beneath the edge of the shirt.
Eliot's eyes never left the creature before him. Luna was undeniably beautiful.
"You are beautiful," he released the word without knowing, his gaze ran head to toe a second too long before Luna quickly sat back down and dragged the blanket, covering himself as fast as he could.
His face was already red.
How will I face this beast?
"You ripped my clothes, don't expect me to beg you for a new one," Luna said, rolling his eyes.
Eliot grinned.
How on earth can I express this? I found my mate.
Such a slutty scent.
He sat at the edge of the bed, adjusting his shorts, watching Luna with an intensity that was almost admiration. He had never looked at anyone this way before.
He pressed, and the part of the wall slid open.
Luna held the blanket tighter as he stood up, but his gaze followed Eliot as he entered.
He turned, ushering Luna in; he followed, calmly scanning the room.
He paused, turning to Luna.
"Your eyes are beautiful," Eliot said suddenly, as if remembering something important. "I've seen them before."
"That doesn't mean we know eachother." He adjusted, maintaining distance.
How did I disappear from the event to this unknown place, and why did you bring me here?
Before Luna could protest, Eliot caught him in an embrace. His arm encircled that tiny waist. The scent lingering was overwhelming; it was overtaking his mind.
Luna tried pushing him, but he ended up bouncing on Eliot's chest; his strength is out of comparison.
"Why do you want to leave, my parent would be happy to meet you," Eliot murmured, sounding uncharacteristically soft.
Luna blinked uncontrollably, sighing inwardly.
You brought me here against my will, not even knowing who i'm.
"If I don't want to? Would you let me go?" He complained, holding tight to the blanket before another scene unfolded.
Return me to where you brought me. What sort of abnormality is this?
"I need to leave."
Disappointment washed Eliot's bright face, a trace slip his sight, and became reality.
His hair began growing longer, fangs elongating, fingers sharpening.
A blink changed his iris red, a smile clung to his lip tip.
The air thickens with cinnamon.
Luna flinched as last night played in his memory. He strained, trying to escape, but the embrace tightened.
He recognised what effect his scent could have.
How can I keep this beast from biting me?
"A bite."
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