His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 40: Sleep with Me

Cocooned in my blanket, I wake up with my limbs tangled and barely able to move. I don’t normally cocoon myself like this, especially to the point where it is too tight. With a huff, I manage to shimmy myself out of the blankets.

It is still early, and the views remain the same from my window- buildings and gardens blanketed in snow. The ground is white, and the skies are greyish-white.

I shiver a little. Maybe I cocooned myself because it was cold? But I am used to the cold.

Sliding out of bed, my feet hit the ground, the chilled floor locking my spine. Today, I am meeting with that awful Prince. My body betrays me with a fluttering in my stomach while my mind remains sharp, reminding me of his blackmail. This was not a date.

Eryx wants information. It has to be satisfactory to keep him from sharing about our night in the woods together. But I don’t want to tell him anything! Alaric wants to make peace with the kingdom, which is the only reason Eryx has been allowed to stay here as a delegate.

After padding across the room to change into something worthy of an outing with a Prince, my steps pause when I see Theo sleeping shirtless on the sofa. His hair is unbound and deliciously dishevelled, and his arm lays over his eyes.

"Not such a bad thing to see first thing in the morning..." I whisper to myself, then cover my mouth, glancing around the bed chamber like someone might have heard my sinful words.

Shaking my head, I continue past him to the wardrobe, ignoring the ghost of a smirk that tugged on his lips. When I looked back at him, it was gone, confirming I’d imagined it. His light and even cute snoring sounded quietly in the room—yes, it was cute and almost musical, which was both unfair and made sense.

Theo was a pretty guy, beautiful, the envy of many men whose partners and daughters looked upon him with lust-filled gazes. Of course, his snoring would also sound cute!

He was definitely sound asleep. Turning my back to my slave, I began dressing myself, wondering when Margarette would return. I’d given her leave, but it had almost been one week since she left. I hope she and her daughter are faring well.

"Ugh." I strained my arms to tighten the corset at my back. Seriously, I need new dresses that would be easy for me to tighten them up without help. Or just wear my comfortable shirt and breeches.

I’m already the Forsaken, Villainous Princess; what else could they possibly say about me dressing like a man or ranger?

Has the soft snoring stopped? It’s suddenly very quiet.

"Let me help." Theo appeared beside me, and I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Goddess!" I glare at his dishevelled, handsome features. "Were you... watching me change?"

Theo arched an eyebrow, lips quirking smugly. "Should I not?"

"Um..." I’m a little dumbfounded. That’s a good question. My cheeks heat. "No?"

Theo chuckled as he closed the distance between us and began tugging on the laces. "You didn’t act so shy last night," he murmurs against my ear.

A gasp escapes my lips. Last night! Scenes of taking a bath and making a pass at Theo cross my mind. My face is completely red now. That wasn’t the end of my shamelessness!

"Theo!" I whine after he dried my hair in front of the fire and carried me to the bed. "Stay with me!"

"Ida," he groans in frustration as I cling to his neck, dragging him down with me. "You need to sleep."

"And I will," I grin up at him. "If you sleep with me!"

Theo’s head drops to mine, squeezing his eyes shut, a broad smile spreading on his cheeks, revealing those dimples before shaking his head lightly. "Ida... I don’t think you realise how that sounds." A small chuckle follows him.

I pat the side of the bed, adding, "Keep me warm! What is there to understand?!"

With another exasperated sigh, Theo flops onto the bed beside me. "Alright."

"Yay!" I sigh and roll onto him, accidentally elbowing him.

"Ooft!" Theo’s arm wraps around my waist. My leg rests against his waist, arms wrapped around his neck, face resting on his shoulder. I snuggle into him further, settling down with a deep sigh. Theo relaxes beneath me, except for his hardness pressing into my thigh.

It makes me feel hotter, growing slick between my thighs. I begin to fidget.

"Ida," he groans, the roughness in his voice eliciting a tingling dipping low and spreading to my nipples.

"Theo," I whisper breathlessly and climb onto him so he lies beneath me.

Theo swallows thickly, his hands clutching on my thighs painfully as his pupils dilate, his hips rolling against me, the press of his hardness rubbing against my clit. My head drops back as I roll my hips against him, lips parting on a breath.

"Ida," he growls, sharp claws scratching through the fabric of my chemise and pricking my skin.

Before I can do anything to ease the ache between my thighs, Theo rolls me around. I’m unsure what he is doing; the world spins until my hands are pinned above me.

I stare into his glowing blue eyes, his pupils almost blacking out the blue as he growls, rubbing himself against me before suddenly ripping himself away, and I’m moving again.

The covers are wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my sides. I’ve been imprisoned! "Hey, that’s not what I meant!" I complain.

Theo leans forward and pecks me lightly on the forehead. "Behave," he warns. "If I had less self-control, Ida... The things I would do for you," he whispers darkly in my ear. "I’m your slave; order me to do whatever you want when you’re not drunk, or I’ll take the initiative whenever I smell this exquisite scent coming from you."

Pouting, I watch as he places pillows between us and lies on his back, taking deep breaths. He adjusts his pants and kicks off his shoes, letting them drop to the side of the bed. His hands go behind his head, flexing his muscles in the dim candlelight.

"Go to sleep," he says, pinching his nose like something smells. "I’ll watch over you,"

Somehow, even though I’d been aroused and in heat, sleep came to me quickly. It was only when I felt the bed dip that I woke in a daze to watch Theo stroll away, raking his hand through his hair and cursing under his breath.

"Control yourself," he hisses to himself. "Focus on the goal."

Goal?

Any thoughts vanish as he undoes his breeches, inhaling deeply and starts to jerk his hand. My mouth goes dry, and heat floods my body, my breasts growing tender, and a deep ache between my thighs again.

I’m enamoured, wanting him to turn around. Theo inhales again, dropping his head back, breaths growing louder until he suddenly stops.

It was hot.

"Go to sleep, Ida."

Was I talking aloud again?

"Yes."

"Well, next time, give me a proper show," I say, sticking my tongue out at him and squeezing my eyes shut.

A small squeak leaves my lips as I stare wide-eyed over my shoulder at Theo. "I’m sorry," I blurt out.

Theo smirks. "Don’t be. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Next time, I will accept your proposal," he whispers darkly into my ear.

My breath hitches, and my shoulders straighten as his hands rest against them. "I’ll do your hair," he murmurs, and I relax, still shocked by last night as I stare at him, following like a naughty puppy, sitting at the table by the window.