Their Broken Luna

Chapter 6：First Sight

Elara's POV

His voice echoed in the empty room. The cruelty I expected didn't happen. Instead, there was this weird calm and... a greeting?

Shock and confusion hit me like a tidal wave, making me forget to be scared for a second. Instinctive curiosity took over, and I really looked at the man standing in front of me.

He was right there, less than two steps away. I had to crane my neck just to look him in the eye. God, I had never seen a male body this perfect. He looked like an Adonis walking straight out of a myth, every inch carved from power and beauty.

He was nearly seven feet tall. His muscles flowed like those ancient Greek statues that last for thousands of years, but he was way more alive than stone. His shoulders were broad enough to carry the world. His chest was thick and solid, covered in a layer of curly black hair that trailed down his torso and disappeared into his tight abs. It was wild and incredibly sexy.

His six-pack was defined and tight, disappearing under the loosely tied robe, rising and falling slightly with his breath.

My eyes couldn't help sliding down to his legs—even through the fabric, the bulge was insane.

Jesus, what would it feel like to get f****d by that huge c**k?

Would it rip my p***y apart? Would I pop like a balloon the second I climaxed? Or would it finally fill me up? Would it give my starving body and empty soul the satisfaction I’d never felt before?

The thought shot through my spine like electricity. A hot current gathered in my belly, and suddenly, my p***y was uncontrollably soaking the silk sheets underneath me.

What the hell? Am I actually turned on?

That realization made me panic even more. My body was betraying me, ignoring the fear and danger, just letting the lust burn. My face felt hot, and my heart was pounding against my ribs. I didn't know if it was fear or this sudden, shameful physical attraction.

Was this the power of the Mate bond?

But a second later, all the terrifying rumors about him came crashing back: b**m, b*****e, the last girl not surviving a month... That shameful little spark of arousal froze instantly. I sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, gripping the duvet tightly until my knuckles turned white.

I didn't dare move. I didn't even dare to breathe too loud. I was terrified that one wrong move would break this weird calm and bring down the storm I was expecting. I could only watch this walking contradiction of a man from the corner of my eye—he had the body of a god but the reputation of a demon. Right now, he seemed almost gentle, but those molten gold eyes still held a depth and dominance I couldn't understand.

Maybe this silence was just the torture before the storm.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes passed.

He still didn't speak. He just quietly sat down on the sofa where his jacket was, a little further from the bed. He watched me with a faint smile and an expression I couldn't read. He looked like a resting predator—lazy, but still in total control.

Silence is where fear grows.

I decided I couldn't take the silence anymore.

Maybe I needed to make the first move. Maybe this is what he wanted—a submissive pet who actively tried to please him. I was his property now, wasn't I? If I could satisfy him, I could live. I could keep this room, the soft silk, the life without hunger or cold.

I just had to please him.

The thought hit me like lightning. Yes, that was it. I could do this. I had so much training. Boris taught me how to please men—it was my worst nightmare back then, but now, those skills might save my life.

I took a deep breath and threw off the duvet.

The cold air hit my naked skin instantly, giving me goosebumps. I could feel Kael’s eyes scanning every inch of me—my trembling breasts, my flat stomach, and the wet triangle between my legs. My face was burning, but I forced myself to stand up. Barefoot on the soft carpet, I walked toward him, step by step.

He didn't move. He just watched me come closer.

When I reached him, I knelt on the floor like I knew the drill. Like a pro who understood the rules of the game, I reached out and undid the belt of his robe without hesitating.

"Alpha Kael..." I whispered, shaking, announcing that my service was starting.

The robe fell open. A massive, uncovered c**k sprang out like a tree trunk rising from the plains. I gasped. It was thick, long, and full. The head was already leaking a bit of clear, shiny fluid, and veins popped along the shaft. I swallowed hard. I thought I was mentally prepared, but staring at a d**k as thick as my calf... my preparation was a joke.

I was shaking with fear, but my body kept producing wetness, like it was desperate to take that c**k inside.

I didn't have time to look at Kael’s face. I tried to wrap both hands around his d**k, but I couldn't even make my fingers meet. It throbbed in my palms like it had a life of its own. I jerked him off clumsily, feeling it get harder and bigger under my touch. The pre-c*m at the tip was getting heavier, coating my fingers.

It was getting bigger, and my hands were too small. This wouldn't satisfy him.

So, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, ready to take that glistening head.

Suddenly, a large, hot hand gripped my chin.

He didn't squeeze hard, but the grip was like iron—I couldn't pull away. I shuddered, looking up in terror.

Kael was looking down at me. His golden eyes were dark in the dim light. His breathing was heavy, and through the open robe, I could see his chest heaving. I could feel the tension in his body and... a scorching reaction I was too scared to think about too deeply.

But he didn't get violent like I expected. Instead, he let go of my chin and asked in a low, worried tone:

"Your tongue... does it still hurt?"

My tongue? Did he notice I tried to bite my tongue off at the auction?

"I saw it. At the auction," Kael said. His voice wasn't loud, but it hit me like a church bell—surprising and moving.

"It's healed. I... my body is very good at healing," I stammered, lowering my head to hide my panic. I was thrown off not just by the interruption, but by this weird gesture that felt almost like... care. It was so foreign I didn't know how to handle it.

"Don't force yourself," Kael said, leaning back against the sofa.

"Yes, Alpha Kael."

I opened my mouth again, trying to continue this one-sided attempt to please him. The moment I took that massive head into my mouth, I felt Kael’s body shudder. It wasn't a big movement, but it felt like a war between lust and self-control.

I couldn't worry about that right now. His c**k was too big. Just holding the head made my jaw ache. Still, I didn't stop. I bobbed my head slowly and clumsily, licking the side of the monster.

"Mmh..." Kael let out a suppressed groan. His hand gently rested on my head, like he was petting a loyal dog.

I thought he was going to force my head down, to shove his c**k deeper into my throat. But he didn't. He just left his hand there, without pushing.

But that was a hint. I knew it.

So, trying to be good, I pushed my head forward with all my strength, trying to take as much of him as I could.

But I was too eager. The head slammed into the back of my throat, triggering a violent gag reflex.

Before my brain could stop me, my body shoved Kael away, and I started dry heaving on the floor next to him. When my mind finally caught up, I realized I had done the one thing you never do. Bone-deep terror took over. I started shaking uncontrollably. I didn't even have the courage to look up at him.

I'm dead.