food appeared before them. In just seven days Luna had gained several
pounds, not much in the whole scheme of things but enough that her bones
weren’t so prominent any longer. Her hips were fuller, as were her thighs. Luna
didn’t go to bed hungry, and she had been surprised at how good it felt. She
even felt healthier, livelier. Food had been scarce on Kat’aki, and stealing
from the kitchen when she was able to had only provided threadbare scraps.
These warriors made her eat, though, filled her plate until she forced them not
to give her anymore. It was kind of … endearing.
“You’re not hungry this evening?” Genet’s voice drew
her attention, and she realized she had just been staring at the food in front
of her. The fact was her thoughts consumed her, stole her sanity and made her
rethink every single decision she had made since being on their ship.
“I am. It’s
just....” Luna looked over at Genet, and for just a moment she let herself get
lost in his sea green eyes. They seemed to swirl the longer she stared at him,
and the hypnotizing quality let her feel somewhat unhinged. At that moment, and
every other time she let her guard down, Luna wanted to give into to them, and
tell them to claim her.
As she opened her mouth to do just that, because her
hormones and all reasoning left her, Raimi took that opportunity to saunter in
with an almost cocky grin on his face. His boyish charm was sometimes morphed
into this wild seducer. It suited him because he wasn’t overbearing like Erak.
Raimi sat across from her, and she couldn’t help but
flick her gaze to the empty spot right next to him—Erak’s seat. Would he join them
today or continue to avoid her?
“You look beautiful today, Luna.” Raimi grinned, all
straight, white teeth. Her cheeks heated from his compliment, ones he gave her
every time he saw her. She grew pliant under his words, and found herself drawn
to him more and more each day. They didn’t play fair. If they had just stayed
aloof, indifferent, and kept away from her she would have had no qualms about
leaving them, but as it stood it was getting harder to picture herself doing just that.
“Thank you.” She picked up her fork and pushed some
of her food around. There was a suspended moment of silence, and Luna found
herself wanting more than just the food in front of her. The sound of heavy,
pounding footsteps seemed to break the silence, and despite her inner argument
to keep her head down and not make eye contact with who was barreling down the
hallway, Luna lifted her eyes and did the opposite.
Erak strode into the dining hall with a fierce scowl
on his face, determined strides, and his hands clenched by his sides. She had
already grown wet sitting so close to Genet and Raimi, but seeing the hardness pour
off him, the alphaness and his warrior stride, had a fresh gush of wetness
coating her the intimate lips of her pussy. He only wore a pair of low hanging
leathers, and his skin was damp and slightly pink from what she knew was a
shower. His black hair was even darker when it was wet, appearing like the onyx
wings of a Ravenward bird. The muscles of his chest were so pronounced, so
defined, that his power wasn’t even a question. Luna let her eyes travel down
the hard ridges, toned dips, and traced the intricate inked lines on his
forearms that spoke of his royal lineage. He also had dark ink that continued
up his biceps and disappeared around his back.
Erak didn’t look at anyone as he came further into
the room and took a seat at the head of the table. His brow was furrowed, but
even his pinched expression couldn’t take away from the attractive rawness that
he exuded. Her heart pounded fiercely, and her cheeks heated further. Luna
couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, and the longer she stared at Erak, the
more the lust swirled inside of her, taking her to an unknown and unfamiliar
place.
His hands were on top of the table, and she watched
in feminine appreciation
pounds, not much in the whole scheme of things but enough that her bones
weren’t so prominent any longer. Her hips were fuller, as were her thighs. Luna
didn’t go to bed hungry, and she had been surprised at how good it felt. She
even felt healthier, livelier. Food had been scarce on Kat’aki, and stealing
from the kitchen when she was able to had only provided threadbare scraps.
These warriors made her eat, though, filled her plate until she forced them not
to give her anymore. It was kind of … endearing.
“You’re not hungry this evening?” Genet’s voice drew
her attention, and she realized she had just been staring at the food in front
of her. The fact was her thoughts consumed her, stole her sanity and made her
rethink every single decision she had made since being on their ship.
“I am. It’s
just....” Luna looked over at Genet, and for just a moment she let herself get
lost in his sea green eyes. They seemed to swirl the longer she stared at him,
and the hypnotizing quality let her feel somewhat unhinged. At that moment, and
every other time she let her guard down, Luna wanted to give into to them, and
tell them to claim her.
As she opened her mouth to do just that, because her
hormones and all reasoning left her, Raimi took that opportunity to saunter in
with an almost cocky grin on his face. His boyish charm was sometimes morphed
into this wild seducer. It suited him because he wasn’t overbearing like Erak.
Raimi sat across from her, and she couldn’t help but
flick her gaze to the empty spot right next to him—Erak’s seat. Would he join them
today or continue to avoid her?
“You look beautiful today, Luna.” Raimi grinned, all
straight, white teeth. Her cheeks heated from his compliment, ones he gave her
every time he saw her. She grew pliant under his words, and found herself drawn
to him more and more each day. They didn’t play fair. If they had just stayed
aloof, indifferent, and kept away from her she would have had no qualms about
leaving them, but as it stood it was getting harder to picture herself doing just that.
“Thank you.” She picked up her fork and pushed some
of her food around. There was a suspended moment of silence, and Luna found
herself wanting more than just the food in front of her. The sound of heavy,
pounding footsteps seemed to break the silence, and despite her inner argument
to keep her head down and not make eye contact with who was barreling down the
hallway, Luna lifted her eyes and did the opposite.
Erak strode into the dining hall with a fierce scowl
on his face, determined strides, and his hands clenched by his sides. She had
already grown wet sitting so close to Genet and Raimi, but seeing the hardness pour
off him, the alphaness and his warrior stride, had a fresh gush of wetness
coating her the intimate lips of her pussy. He only wore a pair of low hanging
leathers, and his skin was damp and slightly pink from what she knew was a
shower. His black hair was even darker when it was wet, appearing like the onyx
wings of a Ravenward bird. The muscles of his chest were so pronounced, so
defined, that his power wasn’t even a question. Luna let her eyes travel down
the hard ridges, toned dips, and traced the intricate inked lines on his
forearms that spoke of his royal lineage. He also had dark ink that continued
up his biceps and disappeared around his back.
Erak didn’t look at anyone as he came further into
the room and took a seat at the head of the table. His brow was furrowed, but
even his pinched expression couldn’t take away from the attractive rawness that
he exuded. Her heart pounded fiercely, and her cheeks heated further. Luna
couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, and the longer she stared at Erak, the
more the lust swirled inside of her, taking her to an unknown and unfamiliar
place.
His hands were on top of the table, and she watched
in feminine appreciation
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