Broken Luna

Hunger

~~JUDAS POV~~

Safe.

That was how I felt as I woke up. Feeling warmth against my back… and the tickle of breath on the back of my neck?

Wait what?

I was nestled against someone, and a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. It took a moment, but the night before came back to me. I felt my cheeks colour. I’d been tired. Emotional. I hadn’t meant to speak of my past rashly. Or to throw it at Jem. I’d had expected him to reject me. To realize I wasn’t worth the trouble.

How could I look him in the eyes after I told him I was a prostitute? How could he still want me after finding that out? His eyes had been flickering between the pale blue, the stormy blue grey, and the most peculiar black with swirling gold. But he’d insisted it didn’t matter to him. He’d still spoken highly of me despite it.

It hadn’t been what I had expected. I remembered him holding me as I’d sobbed. How he’d tucked me back in and gone to leave…

Only I had asked him to stay. My cheeks flushed. We hadn’t done anything. It wasn’t like I was innocent. But somehow sleeping beside him had felt more intimate than anything I had done before.

I tried to untangle myself from Jem’s grip so I could go get ready for school. Looking at my clock it was about to go off in five minutes. Only before I could escape and turn the alarm off, I found myself giving out a squeak as I was pulled back against his chest.

A grow rumbled and a shiver ran down my spine, “five more minutes…” His voice was was husky with sleep. So very sexy. I blushed further as I felt my body react to it. More aware of how everywhere his body touched mine caused sparks to ignite through me.

My breath hitched as I felt desire pool in my gut.

Fuck. How could he make my body go wild with so little? I’d never been one to enjoy s*x. Or intimacies. But then here I was with a dry mouth wanting to know what it would feel like to have him make love to me?

A low growl left him again, then a groan, “I can smell your arousal…” I blushed harder at that. Here I thought I could just live in my corner of shame on my own. His lips brushed along my shoulder. Causing me to shiver at the sparks.

What did one say to that? Nope you’re crazy? Come taste it? I nearly choked at Anya’s comment in my mind. One of his hands slid over my stomach, drawing a moan from my lips. Embarrassing me further over how little control I had over that. His teeth grazed my along the side of my neck, lightly nipping and kissing. Instinctively I pressed my body back into his, feeling just how affected he was as well.

Suddenly he’d pulled away. Rolling to the far side of the bed and sitting up. Anya whimpered at the sudden withdrawal of his touch. I rolled confused. Starved for more. His brow furrowed and his breathing quickened. His fists balled at his side, eyes scrunched shut. “Did I do something wrong?”

He chuckled, it was dark and sensual, “oh no little love,” his voice strained, “I’m fighting my wolves right now. They want to mate and mark you. I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for…”

Clearly it was a struggle. And his words touched me. No one cared about what I thought. If I wanted something. Not before I found this pack… my mate. As strange as everything was. He felt right. But I didn’t want to burden him with me. But everything in me - including Anya - was yelling at me to let him in. To get closer. To trust my fated love…

This time I moved closer, taking his face in my hands like he’d done the night before. Only I didn’t kiss his forehead. I captured his lips for the first time. To say there had been fireworks would have been a disservice. It was an explosion of emotion, of need, of lust… And love. My heart felt so overwhelmingly full as he growled and pulled me onto his lap.

“Jude…” he growled my name with a diminishing sense of control, pulling away from the kiss as I now straddle his lap.“I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you’re not ready for…”

I could feel his erection pressing against my core. My breath hitched again as I rolled my hips against, him, seeing his eyes flashing between him and his wolves, “this feels right…” my voice is smokey with want. I hardly recognize my own damn voice.

He devours my lips in a needy kiss, my moan purring into it. His hands roaming up under my shirt, the rough skin of his thumbs brushing against my sensitive breasts. Growling at me as I roll my his against him again with a needy whimper.

Our kiss was desperate. I could feel his facial hair scratching against my skin. I arched into his touch. My hands moved to rid him of his shirt. Wanting to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Growling at the frustration of clothing being in my way. Breaking from the kiss onl long enough he could throw it to the side.

My breath hitched again as I froze a moment. Looking at his bare chest. Admiring the tattoos that spread over all him. Over the powerful muscles. “Mine-” it was and wasn’t my voice. I knew it was Zyanya. Possessive. Confident. He moved for my nightshirt to pull it off when I found myself jumping at the loud scream of the alarm clock. Growling as I reactively thrust my fist at the offensive sound that interrupted…. Smashing the clock…

Blushing, looking back at his amused expression, watching it darken again with desire as I licked my lips moving towards him - when I heard Bran “Juuuuuuuuuuuuuude, you want bacon and pancakes before we go?”

I groaned as a moment later he was knocking on my door, I looked to Jem. He looked ready to go out and pummel his brother for the interruption much like I had the clock.

My stomach growled though at the idea of bacon.

Jem sighed, then laughed shaking his head.

“I really hate your brother right now,” i mumbled with pink cheeks…

“But you really want some bacon…” he teased.

“Soooooo… I’m going to make food. Please come dressed you two…” I really wanted to hit Bran in that moment.

Werewolf hearing. s**t. He knew Jem was here with me right now. I groaned and covered my face. Jem moved to take my hands away from my face, dropping a kiss on my nose, “you’re worth waiting for.” Moving off the bed. I sighed, watching as he pulled his shirt back on.

“Will-” i blushed - I wasn’t sure why I was nervous, biting my lip as I looked at him, “will you sleep here tonight?”

He flashed a grin, “you don’t have to ask me twice...”

“You coming with me?” I asked.

“I -uh - need a cold shower first. I’ll meet you in the kitchen…” I blush, eyes trailing down to see the bulge that was still present. My nostrils flared and I could feel Zyanya wanting to attack him again with kisses. “Don’t look at me like that sweetheart,” he groaned.

“Maybe breakfast can wait…”

He growled, eyes changing colour again… “I don’t think I’ll be able to let you out of here before supper if we get started now. Maybe supper a few days from now…”

I shivered at the promise. My treacherous stomach growled again.

Jem chuckled, “tonight.”

“I can’t wait…”