Star-crossed Luna

Chapter 11

Amora

Marcellus had a rugged appearance but right now, with just the two of us here, his features had softened. Steely gray eyes pierced me everytime he looked into my eyes and I could feel my heart skip a beat. His full lips were relaxed into a gentle frown and tousled finger length black hair was plastered to his forehead. I gently brushed the hair out of his face and a flicker of a grin crossed his lips. His massive body barely fit in the hospital bed which creaked everytime he tensed up from frequent waves of pain. Running my hand softly down his arms, I could feel every ridge and ripple of his large muscles. I couldn’t help but look him up and down in awe, scanning his bare chest and abdomen.

“A picture would last longer,” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” I blushed, “you’re just… huge.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Marcellus’ smile was the most beautiful thing in the world, and for some reason I got the feeling he didn’t smile often. My heart broke a little.

“It is,” I teased. I had the urge to hold his hand, but I resisted. This was all so new and strange. I had only just met him but I felt drawn to him.

The pack doctor entered the room and I excused myself. As I went to leave, Marcellus called after me.

“Wait, Amora,” He paused, hesitant to speak, “have dinner with me, tonight?” I smiled and nodded to him.

“I can’t wait.”

It was only mid-afternoon, so dinner was several hours away. With a deep sigh, I decided I should probably speak to Azriel and see how he was doing. I climbed the stairs of the packhouse to the second floor. It was just as extravagant as the main floor. Book shelves with hundreds of books lined the wall of the landing and there was a couch and lounge chair off in the corner. Beautiful paintings adorned the walls, ranging from landscapes, to portraits, to still life. Quickly averted my attention back to Azriel before I was absorbed into all the books, I followed my nose to Azriel’s room. With a deep breath, I knocked on the door. There was some rustling around before the door opened.

“Amora,” he said, surprised.

“Hey,” I said awkwardly, “I wanted to see how you were doing.” He opened the door for me to enter his room, which was a bit cluttered with clothes.

“I’m surprised you came to see me,” Azriel said as he sat down on the edge of his bed. I sat down next to him, not sure how to respond.

“It’s definitely an odd situation,” I said. He hesitated before speaking.

“I’m sorry, that never should have happened.”

“Why didn’t you stand down to him?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, “I really like you, and when he told me I couldn’t have you… my anger clouded my judgment.”

“He told you what? Did he know I was his mate?” I asked, now getting mad.

“No, before you even arrived he forbade me from having s****l relations with you.” I relaxed a bit, though now I was confused.

“That’s an odd order to give. Why would he forbid you?” He didn’t look me in the eyes, and I didn’t like the feeling I was getting about the situation. Why would he forbid him unless it had happened previously? I shook off the bad feeling and rested my head on his uninjured shoulder.

“How’s the shoulder,” I asked.

“Fine, sore like a son of a b***h,” he scoffed.

“Good,” I chided, “Marcellus is in pretty rough shape.” His smile fell immediately.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to him,” I scolded, “and he should apologize to you. You were both idiots.”

“I know, you’re right,” he agreed. I gave him a gentle hug and left. I felt conflicted and confused. I consider Azriel a friend, maybe even more than that, yet my heart was also pulling me to Marcellus, who I barely knew. My head was pounding and suddenly felt exhausted. I made my way back to the guest house which, to my surprise, was already cleaned up. I could only assume Marcellus made sure of that. A steaming hot bath sounded amazing and started drawing one in the bathroom. While the tub filled with water, I rummaged through my duffle bag for something nice to wear to dinner. Internally cursing myself for not putting more time into packing, I decided on a ruffle summer dress I don’t think I had ever worn before. After laying it out on the bed I stepped into the hot bath and all my muscles relaxed at once.

Shaving, preening, and making myself presentable took longer than I had anticipated. I blow dried my hair then made gentle beach waves with the curling iron I found under the sink. Next was my usual mascara and cat eye eyeliner but decided to add some pink lip gloss to accentuate my thick lips. Once satisfied with my appearance, I put on the summer dress and looked at myself in the mirror. It was white and green floral printed with ruffles on the bottom sleeves. The top was off shoulder and hugged my breasts perfectly. It felt a bit too casual, but it was better than the cut off shorts and tank tops I had.

Making my way to the packhouse, I felt very self-conscious, though I was not formally dressed. I was much more dressed up than my usual. I hoped and prayed I wouldn’t run into anyone on my way, especially not Azriel. Once inside, I realized I didn’t know where we were having dinner. Was it going to be here or were we going out? I looked around and didn’t see anyone except for Florence, who was cleaning in the dining room.

“Excuse me?” I asked awkwardly, “Where is the alpha?”

“Oh,” she smiled at me, “I’ll let him know you are here.” And she took off up the stairs. Her overly nice demeanor gave me whiplash after our last encounter.

After a few minutes, she came back down and smiled at me, “He’ll be down in a minute,” and continued cleaning.

I strolled around the downstairs as I waited, viewing paintings and analyzing family photos that hung on the walls. When I came across a photo of a family of three, I stopped and studied it. The figures portrayed appeared to be a mother, father and a son. I didn’t recognize the parents, but I knew instantly the young boy was Marcellus. My gaze shifted to the presumed father and felt my stomach drop. The uncanniness between Marcellus and his father was astonishing, though Marcellus had a much softer appearance than his father. I could only imagine what it was like living with a man like that.

“Amora,” I jumped at the sound of my name, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” It was Marcellus.

“No, you’re fine, I was just lost in thought,” I said. His eyes studied the photo I had been looking at and frowned.

“Come on, let's go to dinner,” and he took my hand and led me out of the packhouse.

He took me to a nice pub in town that served high end food though it still felt homey and comfortable. Marcellus got a seafood pot pie which he swore up and down was to die for, so I ordered one too. He got a beer and I got a glass of white wine. Accidentally over indulged after several glasses of wine, I started to feel the alcohol. Which maybe wasn’t a bad thing. I started to loosen up and open myself up to him. The mate bond was growing stronger and I could feel my affection for him growing. He was kind and gentle despite his rough appearance.

Marcellus didn’t lie about the seafood pot pie, it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. When we finally left, I was thoroughly tipsy and tried my best to hide it.

“Did you enjoy your dinner,” He asked.

“I did,” I smiled, “we’ll have to go back for more next time.” He smiled wide when I mentioned the possibility of a next time.

“You enthrall me Amora, I want to know about you,” he said as his hand rested over my thigh.

“What do you want to know?” I bit my lip.

“For starters, who are you, why did you volunteer to come here?” His face was serious as he drove, keeping his eyes on the road. I hesitated, not wanting to reveal who I was, but if he was my mate, he should know.

“I’m,” I paused, still unsure if I wanted to do this, “Amora Dellarae, daughter to the late Alpha Galen Dellarae.”

“I’m so sorry, Amora,” he said softly, “I know the pain of losing a parent.” His hand squeezed my leg.

“How did yours pass?” I asked hesitantly, not wanting to cross a line.

“My father,” he sighed heavily, “killed my mother. And that was my breaking point, I challenged him to an Alpha duel. I killed him.” His eyes never left the road and his lips were pressed into a hard line.

“Marcellus…” was all I could say. My heart cried for him.

The car suddenly came to a stop, we were back at the packhouse, though neither of us moved. After a long silence I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached over to caress his face. He finally looked me in the eyes and I saw the pain in them. Without realizing what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed him. The immediate spark I felt was invigorating and instantly felt a need for more. Marcellus’s hand came up to weave into my hair, pulling me in deeper into the kiss. I licked his bottom lips and was granted access. As we kissed my need for him grew and I could feel his desire building too.

Unable to resist, I climbed over to his side of the car and straddled him. Something large and hard pushed against my stomach and ground my hips on him. With a quick yank of my hair, he pulled my lips off his and I was breathless.

“Not here,” he grunted and was standing up out of the car with me still in his lap. He quickly put me down and led me through the packhouse and straight to the third floor into his room. The second the door closed, I was shoved against the door and lifted off my feet. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my lips to his again. His hand squeezed my ass and I bit his lip in response. The animalist groan he made went straight to my loins and bucked my hips against his hard member.

“Naughty,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my back. A swift breeze swept through my hair as my back left the door and was thrown down onto a massive bed and he was instantly on top of me. A hand wandered from my thigh up to my waist and over my breast. The friction of his hand rubbing my bud elicited a moan out of me. Marcellus nipped at my neck as his fingers swirled around my erect n*****s. The sensation was driving me crazy and could feel the need for more building between my legs. I arched my back and moaned, desperate for more.

“More, please,” I begged. He lifted my dress up, fully exposing my breasts, and took one of my buds into his mouth. I gasped and gripped at his hair. His tongue flicked my nip a few times before he started trailing kisses down my stomach. My panties were pulled off skillfully before a hand was gently caressing my folds. I bucked my hips, wanting him to do more, but was suddenly strapped down by a large arm locked over my torso.

“Relax,” he cooed, “no need to rush.” And a tongue glided over my s*x. It was just teasing me, touching everything but the little sensitive bud that was throbbing to be touched.

“Please!” I begged. I felt him grin between my legs and suddenly his tongue was pushing past my folds and lapping at my clit. I moaned and melted into him, finally getting what I wanted. His tongue was skillful and relentless. The pressure and speed slowly increased as he devoured my s*x and I could feel my release building in my core.

“I’m gonna come,” I moaned breathlessly, only for the brutal pace he set to suddenly slow.

“Not yet,” he growled, “beg me.”

“f**k, please Alpha, let me come.”

“Good girl,” and he continued, faster this time. The heat in my core came back fast and grew closer and closer. I finally reached my limit and felt my climax explode into sweet ecstasy. Suddenly sleepy, the last thing I remember was Marellus peppering me with kisses before I fell asleep.