Page 58 of Luna

I’ve barely put a foot on the ground when Lucien’s dogs appear. Four Doberman that look like they’re ready to tear me limb from limb. I fold my arms and tap my foot, staring at them.

Rex, the biggest, drops to the floor and rolls over like a puppy. The others stop too, wagging their tails.

Dogs love me. Always have. Even these ones.

“Come on. Let’s find your master.” I gesture to the house and the dogs run alongside me as if they’re out for a playdate not protecting their property from potential assailants.

The house is in almost total darkness. Not unusual for Lucien. But the aura that I felt earlier is back, and it’s stronger now.

Above me, the sky is brightening. It’s going to be another cold, crisp day. Strange that we’ve had so many in a row. Surely, any minute now the rain will return; it wouldn’t feel like England in February without it.

I push on the front door, and it swings open.

Half expecting Trent to appear from nowhere, I brace myself to be startled, but no one is there.

I head straight for Lucien’s study, but there is no one here either. Just an empty desk chair, pushed back against the wall, a half-drunk glass of blood, and a glowing computer screen.

He left in a hurry.

I move to the desk to see whether he left his phone, then notice movement on the screen. I peer at it, then realize I’m looking at Luna’s bedroom. And that her and Lucien are sitting in bed together, drinking coffee.

Did he spend the night with her?

Did they…?

I examine the buttons on screen and skip back through the feed. For a while, there is barely any movement, just Luna sleeping and Lucien watching her, his eyes glowing in the darkness.

But then… they are naked. Fucking.

I increase the speed and cycle back faster then hit play.

The room around them is dimly lit. The bed sheets are tangled, and the sound of their heavy breathing makes my own breath catch in my chest. As Luna curls into Lucien’s embrace, her body pressed against his chest, legs around him, I sit down in Lucien’s chair.

A deep pang of longing for physical contact hits me in my core. Not just contact with anyone, though… contact with her.

I study the pair of them. Lucien is holding his wrist to Luna’s mouth. He’s bleeding. Fuck… he’s going to feed her?

I lean forward, gripping the edge of the desk, and watch as she seals her perfect lips around his open flesh. When she starts to suck, and her eyes meet his, my cock stiffens.

Fuck, she looks so good.

The pair of them together look so good.

As Luna drinks, Lucien’s rough yet gentle fingers run through her hair, pulling out the pale strands from where they’re tangled in her eyes and around her lips. He nuzzles her neck, his fangs grazing her slightly as he does so.

When he sits back, telling her she’s had enough and easing her mouth from his skin, his eyes are filled with hunger. But it isn’t hunger for blood; it is hunger for her.

He starts to move his hips faster, and she clings onto him, crying his name as he fucks her harder.

They’re a mismatched pair – his lean muscular form and rugged features contrasting with Luna’s soft frame, but somehow they fit together.

I’m so hard now I can’t stand it.

Fumbling with my belt, I unfasten my jeans and thrust my hand into my boxers, pulling out my cock. Already, precum glistens on its tip.

I lightly brush the head of my cock through my palm and allow myself a small groan as I watch them.

I’ll admit it, watching has always been my thing. It started with Sarah because we were saving ourselves for marriage. She would tease me, making herself come for me while I stroked myself watching her. Sometimes, in the run up to the wedding, she would send me videos. Her hand slipping below the sheets into her underwear. It became an obsession… the idea of her pleasuring herself.