The Vampire's Luna

Three seconds. Three goddamned seconds.

Her brain screamed for logic. It told her to take a step back, to cross her arms like a shield between them. But her body? Her treacherous, stupidly honest body? It swayed forward. Just a hair. Just enough.

Step back, you horny bitch, she thought with a silent scream at herself.

But it was too late.

Damien bent his head slowly, like he was savoring the moment before a feast. His breath brushed across her lips. His fingers hovered near her jaw, not touching, just waiting for that final second of permission that she wasn’t offering but also wasn’t denying.

And then he kissed her.

His lips moved over hers with practiced confidence, it made her knees go stupidly weak. She made a sound, a tiny whimper of surrender, and his hands finally came up to cradle her face like she was precious.

The kiss deepened, his lips growing firmer, more demanding. He tilted his head and suddenly her mouth was opening for him. Their tongues brushed, and it was hot. It was messy. It was everything. Luna felt like the kiss reached down her spine and rewired her whole body. Nerves she didn’t know she had lit up.

Damien growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her lips, and backed her gently into the counter. Her hips bumped it with a soft thud, but she barely noticed. His hands slipped down her neck to her waist, gripping her and placing her on the counter.

She clutched his shoulders, dragging him closer, gasping slightly as the kiss went from sensual to sinful. He kissed like a man who had dreamed of this for years and was determined to make the reality better than any fantasy.

Without breaking the kiss, Damien’s hands moved down Luna’s sides with aching slowness, his fingertips brushing the hem of her nightdress. He paused to listen. Waiting. One small hesitation from her, a whispered no, even a flinch, and he’d pull back.

But Luna didn’t flinch. She didn’t say stop. She leaned in, breath hitching, lips parted, eyes stormy with want. So he slipped the nightdress from her shoulders.

Beautiful. Bold. His.

He cupped her gently at first, the weight of her bare skin in his palms grounding him even as his head threatened to float away. Her breath stuttered as his thumbs brushed across her already-hard nipples, one light stroke, then another, firmer. Luna gasped, breaking the kiss, her head falling back with a soft thud against the cabinet.

"Gods," she whispered.

Damien smiled into the crook of her neck, nuzzling the delicate line of her collarbone.

Luna whimpered and he felt the tug of her fingers in his hair as he kissed lower. Each inch of skin he touched, he worshipped with lips and heat and soft growls of appreciation. She was trembling now, and entirely unprepared for what this man was doing to her.

He knelt in front of her. Luna shifted slightly, the cold counter beneath her thighs reminding her this was all wildly inappropriate, deeply unprincesslike.

Then she felt his breath against her skin.

Her whole body arched as a curse shot out of her mouth before she could think. "Ohhh... okay... this is definitely happening."

Damien chuckled darkly.

And then he tasted her.

Luna’s head snapped back, her cry echoing off the marble tiles. It was not a cute sound. It was not ladylike. It was not refined or royal. It was primal. Embarrassingly honest.

He tightened his grip on her hips and continued. She swore stars exploded behind her eyelids. Her thighs tried to close on instinct, but he was already there, anchored to her, body and soul.

This feeling... It wasn’t just physical. Every nerve ending screamed for more.

Doomed, she thought vaguely, arching again. I was doomed the moment I didn’t take that first step back.

As her cries grew louder and her body sank into the cool of the countertop, Luna knew she wouldn’t come back from this unchanged. No, whatever came next, she had crossed a line.

Damien couldn’t hold back any longer. He gently pulled away from Luna, his breath ragged, and helped her sit upright on the counter. His hands lingered on her waist, grounding them both in the moment. He wanted her to look at him, to truly see him. To understand who he was, what he was offering, and the depth of his desire. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Her eyes met his, and he was struck by the transformation. The usual vibrant green had deepened to a molten gold, shimmering with intensity. It wasn’t just Luna looking back at him; it was her wolf, awakened and alert.

Damien chuckled softly, a mix of amusement and awe in his voice. "Well, welcome to the party, darling," he murmured, acknowledging the presence of her inner beast.

With deliberate movements, he untied the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the floor. He stood before her, unguarded, allowing her to take in every inch of him. But instead of the reaction he anticipated, Luna gasped and instinctively shut her eyes, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

A flicker of realization crossed Damien’s face. He tilted his head, studying her. "You lied to me," he said quietly, the accusation hanging in the air.

Luna’s eyes flew open, confusion clouding her features. "What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Kyllian didn’t fuck you," Damien stated. "Unless my anatomy is vastly different from his, then no, you haven’t seen one before."

Luna blinked, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for words. "What?" she repeated, clearly flustered.

Damien reached down, retrieving the towel and wrapping it back around his waist. The momentary vulnerability replaced by a guarded demeanor.

"This is getting ridiculous," Luna muttered under her breath. First Kyllian had brought her to the brink, only to pull away, and now Damien was doing the same. Was there some unspoken rule among the men in her life to test her patience?

"I didn’t lie..." she began, but the words lacked conviction.

"I am a vampire, Luna." He crossed his arms, eyes dark with restrained frustration. "I’ve lived hundreds of years. I’ve bedded enough women to populate a small town...possibly even govern it. You really think I wouldn’t know when a woman hasn’t been fucked before?"

She cleared her throat and awkwardly tugged her nightdress back over her thighs, attempting to summon some sort of composure. She only managed to make herself look more flustered.

"Well... technically... I didn’t lie," she muttered, not meeting his gaze. "I mean, me and Kyllian would’ve... I would’ve... but he stopped. Just like you’re doing now." She gave him a sharp, accusing look. "So maybe I’m just cursed. Maybe my vagina sends out a psychic ’do not proceed’ alert!"

Damien groaned and turned his back to her, running his hand down his face. "Stop talking." He moved to the kitchen sink, yanked open the cabinet, and poured himself a cup of cold water.

"Oh, I get it now," Luna said, arms flailing. "You men make the decisions on when a woman needs to get fucked."

"Luna..." His voice was a warning this time.

She threw her hands in the air. "I’m not going to beg any man to fuck me. If someone wants me, they’ll go all the way. Period. Might not be you. Might not even be Kyllian! Maybe someone new entirely..."

"Stop talking!" Damien roared, the cup in his hand cracking slightly under the pressure of his grip.

She didn’t. "No, you know what? I’m tired of this. What are you all so afraid of?"

In a flash of movement faster than her eyes could track, Damien was in front of her. One moment she was ranting, and the next, his face was inches from hers, his eyes blazing, fangs extended, breath a hiss of restraint and hunger.

Luna just blinked up at him.

Then smiled.

"What?" she said. "You think I’m going to faint now? I just had my legs over your shoulders. You don’t scare me."

Damien’s hands flexed at his sides. He looked halfway between throwing her over his shoulder or bolting out the back door.

He inhaled sharply. "If you haven’t been fucked, Moonlight... it complicates things. And will you please...stop talking about Kyllian or getting fucked by someone else around me. I know inevitably its going to happen. I just don’t want to hear about it."

"Have you thought about what this is like for me?" she began, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "My body is being pulled in the direction of two different men, and I have no control over it. The mate bond messes with me; I can’t help it."

She paused, trying to steady her breathing, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "I know it’s unfair to Kyllian to be with you, and I know it’s unfair to you to be with Kyllian. I made a tough choice, but you take one look at me and think I’m just being selfish. But no, I’m giving up my soul, and no one knows how hard it is for me."