Beneath a Flaming Sky - Book Three (Moon Child Series)

Chapter Seventeen

Xander POV

Each minute that passed as I drew further from my destiny, I felt my heart break more and more and Draco retreat further away from me. I felt the absence of her presence like a knife to the heart. Why did the gods deign me with someone I couldn’t be with? It made no sense, and I threw a curse to the sky as the pack house and pack lands grew smaller and smaller. My sister did not seem very happy with me, and who could blame her. But I couldn’t leave without her. If I had it would have put Mia and her pack in danger of my father coming to get Nimue and would end in bloodshed. Which is what I’m trying to avoid by practically killing myself with grief.

You’re making a huge mistake, brother, and I hope you know that. Internally I nodded as I wholeheartedly agreed with her. But this mistake would allow for Mia to live a long happy life. Without me. We flew in silence for the rest of the way home and when we finally reached the castle, we called home I went straight to my office where I began researching apartments as far away from my father as possible, and catching up on work that I had put off whilst at the Blue Moon Pack. Hours passed before I gave up. My mind was clouded, and I was not focusing on the task at hand. Instead all I could do was think back to the last kiss I shared with Mia. The softness of her skin, her scent swarming my nose as her soft lips pressed against mine. She was like a drug I never wanted to stop consuming. A drop of water hit my hand making me jump out of my reverie before I came to the realisation that it was my tears that had fallen. I was crying. I had not done that since my mothers death and even then, I had been little. I let them fall freely, not allowing myself to swipe them away as I sat back in the chair. I deserved worse than this pain for hurting Mia, even if it was for her own safety.

After a few hours of sitting staring blankly into my computer screen I allowed myself to clean my face of the tear stains and made my way got to my bedroom where I took a long hot shower before crawling into bed, not bothering to get dressed. I didn’t know it was possible for a heart to ache this much and with Draco no longer wanting anything to do with me, I was all alone. Just how my father wanted it. With a deep sigh I closed my eyes and allowed the sweet unfeeling darkness to take a hold of me.

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*3 weeks later*

Mia POV

A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt hot lips wrap around my erect n****e and tug, whilst equally hot hands stroked their way down from the mounds of flesh to my hips. My hands tangled in silky locks of hair as the lips continued to nibble and tug at the sensitive bud. A throbbing pleasurable pain started below, and I yearned for release. With impatience I grasped at the shoulders of the man atop me and gave a tug, trying to pull his body higher atop mine so I could feel his desire against me.

His smirking face came into view after he’d languidly, infuriatingly so, kissed and licked his way from my n*****s to my lips where he captured my moan in his mouth at the sensation of my extremely sensitive n*****s pressed to his hard chest. He felt magnificent as my hands stroked and kneaded the naked flesh of his back and his lips devoured mine in a heated kiss that burned to my core.

Goddess this man knew how to kiss. I wonder what else his tongue could do. As if reading my mind, his lips left mine and I whimpered at the loss of contact. His lips trialed hotly down my body, stopping at my breasts to lick and tease my n*****s again, before continuing their journey downwards until he hovered just above my throbbing c**t. His breath blew against it and I felt my body jerk towards him at the sensation. His lips wrapped around my c**t and sucked, and I saw stars. My head tossed back in pleasure as his fingers dipped into my dripping p***y and I felt my breath hitch as he slid in and out of me, building me towards release. His teeth gently clamped around my c**t and an uncontrollable moan escaped me again.

“Mm. Xander.”

I shot up in bed, his name still hot on my lips as sweat drenched every inch of me. A cool breeze blew on from the slightly ajar window, but my body was so hot it didn’t even chill me, even covered with sweat as I was. I fanned myself slightly as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table and swung my legs over the side of the bed to get ready for training. That was the first s*x dream I’d had about Xander and dear goddess was I hot and bothered from it. I needed a nice cold shower. As I placed myself beneath the freezing stream of water, I felt my feverish heat go away. That dream had been intense and was probably the first normal dream I’d had in a while. The dreams were still as intense as ever and were a constant every night. But I could still not see what I was dreaming, only hear and feel what was happening to me. It was extremely infuriating, so I had turned to my grandfather for advice. He had gladly sent me a mountain of books of dreams, sleeping curses, and astral projecting.

Every day this week had been spent in the library reading through the mountain of reference books and I hadn’t even made a dent in it yet. Today after training I would head up to the library again and search amongst the books there for my answers. I wasn’t hopeful. I’d kind of resigned myself to nights of nightmares that left me more drained in the morning than I had felt going to bed the night before. But now it seemed I would also be plagued with endless dreams of pleasure I would never get from a man who did not want me.

Turning off the water I excited the shower as I dried myself off and prepared myself for training.  At training I could feel Carters eyes on me, and I knew he would approach me afterwards to try and talk about the kiss, but I had purposefully been avoiding him, not having the heart to let him down. So when training was over, I made a beeline for the house and up towards the library. It was your typical library. Wall to ceiling bookshelves, reading nooks, desks, tables, and even computers. This was my favourite room in the whole pack house, the smell of books like an old friend caressing me in its familiarity.  I made my way to my reading nook amongst a large pile of books and dug in to the book I’d been reading the night before.

I was so distracted by the book before me that the sound of feet approaching fell on deaf ears, until someone’s hand grasped at my shoulder, causing me to spin abruptly knocking down the pile of books surrounding me. My heart beat a fast tempo in my chest as Carter smiled at me sheepishly. My hand flew to my chest to try and keep it in there.

“What the hell Carter?! Give a girl some warning!” He seemed confused by my statement but apologised anyways.

“Sorry, I did call your name a few times.” I felt guilty for snapping at him, but he had really scared me.

“No it’s ok. Sorry, I must have been zoned out. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. What’s up?” I asked as I went about righting the books around me. When they were all in a pile of chaos again I shook my head as I straightened up and turned to Carter who was suddenly very close to me.

“We need to talk about that kiss we had, Mia.” I was dreading this moment. That’s why I’d been avoiding him at all costs. We had such a great friendship I didn’t want to ruin it. But I guess it was too late for that now. The cat was out of the bag.

“What about it?” I asked looking anywhere but him.

“I need to know if you felt how I did when I kissed you.” My eyes flew to him and I felt sick in my stomach as I saw hope flash in his eyes, and I knew it wouldn’t be there much longer. I sighed as I leant against a nearby desk.

“Carter, I-” before I could answer he leant forward, capturing my lips with his. I closed my eyes, letting it happen and hoping that it would at least compare to Xander’s, so at least then I could move on and forget about him. My hand reached up to his cheek and I stroked it softly as he deepened the kiss. It was a nice kiss, firm but not harsh and minimal saliva. It was a nice kiss. But it wasn’t Xander’s mind melting kiss. Sliding my hand down from his cheek to his chest, I gently pressed Carter backwards, breaking the kiss. His eyes help disappointment as he took in my expression.

“Carter, I’m sorry. I-” his hand lifted between us to stop me talking and I did as I gave a sigh of defeat.

“It’s alright. I had to try. Can’t blame a guy for trying, huh?” I smiled in response. “I will always care for you, Mia. Even if it has to be as just a friend.” I sighed gratefully as I threw my arms around his neck, happy that he did not hate me. He pulled back from the hug and with one last smile turned to leave me in the attic. It was nice to finally have some closure on the whole Carter situation and I felt a slight weight lift from my chest. It was still being crushed by other things in my life, but it felt much lighter now. Turning back to the task at hand I sat down with my book and began to search for answers.