His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 68: Pillow Talk

Something within me seems to purr to his words. Eryx wants to mark me as his. This Alpha Prince whose strength is beyond most Northern Were’s.

He gently lowers me to the cushioning, his vast frame hovering over mine as his chest rumbles, and he licks the side of my neck and nips above my collarbone, all actions that make me surrender to him, leaning my head away so he has better access.

"I want that too," I breathe out in a daze. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

No! What am I saying?!

No, no, no. We would be mated completely then! That can’t be allowed. I can’t let my womanly bits control me like this!

Eryx claims my lips again, and I feel his erection sliding against my slick folds, teasing me as his tongue dominates mine. The cool metal of the studs on his length made me gasp against him, sending shockwaves of desire along my body and making me squirm against him.

My hands grasped Eryx’s jacket, opened that high collar, pulled it apart, and wanted to feel his skin, not the fabric of his jacket. The chains tickle me, my skin feeling overstimulated by everything, yet I relax a little once my hands are under the jacket and touching his bare chest.

I can’t control myself, especially with him. My hands slide along his chest, his shoulders and neck, along the back of his head and into his hair, tugging slightly. He growls lowly in response, his hand gripping roughly on my backside while the other hand cups the side of my face, controlling the angle of my face.

His kissing and the way he touches my body turn my thoughts into mush, especially when he guides the head of his cock to my entrance. We pause to stare at each other hungrily as my lips part to being stretched.

"Eryx!" We pause at the banging on the door.

"What?!" Eryx snarls back, more feral, his voice rumbling against the ground and walls.

"Lord Alf is requesting the Princess’ presence." Slowly, I register who is on the other side of the door. However, his words do not quite sink in.

"She is busy," Eryx clips, hitting his fist into the side of the couch. The motion causes what little of his length to spring free from me and again rub along my folds. My head flops back down on the cushion, my thighs clenching and unclenching from the sensations rippling along my core.

"Idalia..." Faidon. It’s Faidon. He calls through the door. "Are you okay?"

I frown and look at the door. "Why wouldn’t I be?" His question makes me lean up and stare at the Alpha Prince. His pupils are mostly dilated. He is more beast than man right now, I am sure of it.

Is Faidon worried because of this? Eryx is a large man, and so is his wolf. Was he losing control because of my pheromones? Could he hurt me? But we’ve done it before in the woods.

We stare at each other as tension grows, and the air becomes heated and thinner. I’m not scared of him. Eryx reads it in my face and lowers himself on me again.

My fingers sink into the back of his hair as he searches my eyes, his pupils so wide and dilated, but I tug on his hair, urging him closer, and his lips slide against mine, softer this time yet no less urgent. He hasn’t lost control; it is I who cannot control these urges.

The silence from the other side of the door made us both believe we’d been left alone. But Faidon’s sudden appearance with the sound of his boots thudding against the floor, made us separate. With a gasp, I cover my chest, tugging at my dress to cover myself again.

Eryx’s form is in front of me, but the position is compromising, not to mention his dishevelled appearance. Faidon already knew what we were up to, as Eryx said so earlier. That doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.

I was also certain Eryx’s shadow made noise to announce his arrival because I’d never heard him before.

Eryx spun around, keeping himself in front of me as I adjusted my skirt and tried to tidy my appearance. The Alpha Prince tucks himself in, glowering at his shadow and clips icily in Solfyran. Faidon answers, gesturing in my direction.

Once I feel better about my appearance in front of Faidon, I round Eryx, who has done nothing to button his jacket up or smooth his hair.

"You thought I’d lost control," Eryx sighs, and his voice has mostly returned to normal. My assumption had been correct.

I glance at him and notice his pupils are slowly returning to normal. "I can’t go back in there," I say. "My..." I clear my throat. "Pheromones may have calmed, but now Eryx’s scent is all over me."

"That wouldn’t be so bad..." Eryx mutters.

"What was that?" He couldn’t be serious. This wasn’t anything more than the Prince relieving himself, and who better to release pent-up frustrations than the Princess who cannot control her heat.

Eryx cocks a brow at me in answer.

"Lord Alf has been adamant about meeting with you. Our men have held him off as long as we can but..."

"But?" Eryx prompts darkly. He is not used to excuses.

"He began making a scene that caused other nobles to notice. They started questioning where the Alpha Prince of Sun and Fury and their Princess wandered off to... If only they knew their gossiping was indeed true." Faidon gestured at our states.

Eryx grunted, "This is something you should have contained-"

"Thank you for dealing with this," I interrupt, placing my hand on Eryx’s arm. He was being too harsh on a shadow whose job was not to stop others from seeing me because I was occupied with his Prince.

"Lia?" Eryx turned to me with a scowl. "You already said you cannot return to the ball."

"We also cannot be seen together like this," I reply calmly. "Lord Alf is a potential suitor chosen by Deyanira." My words make Eryx growl, slightly shaking the floor. "Fortunately, my brother also declined the mateship. I was... fifteen the first time she tried to push me towards him."

My nose wrinkles at the memory and the man who is probably being used again. Deyanira has probably set some of her people up to deal with me while she is away. Alf will be one of them.

"You will meet with this Alf?" Eryx glares down at me. I’m not sure why.

I shake my head. "Don’t be ridiculous. Your scent is all over me. I try not to meet with him if I can, even in public. But he will search for me, especially if your guards stop him. It becomes more suspicious. I have been out too long and will return to my quarters."

I start to pass Eryx, but he steps in front of me. "Alone," I added, staring at him hard even though my insides flutter and squirm, wanting to return to the sofa.

But my heat is better than before. It is my own impulses and desires that want him to take me. As though the Alpha Prince can read my thoughts, Eryx lowers his face, hunching slightly so we are eye to eye. "Are you sure about that, Princess?" He mocks slightly, his voice a low rumbling.

Oh, he is angry. The spark in his eyes is bright as he holds my stare. I’m captivated by him, yet I have enough control to say, "I am sure."

Eryx’s eyes narrow slightly. "Liar. I thought you wanted my mark." He says it in amusement like he finds enjoyment at the prospect I’d lowered my guard enough to want it.

His ire slashes into my chest, and I feel like I want to do the same. "It’s called pillow talk. Thanks for the help." I hold his stare as I pass him.

Eryx’s gaze is guarded but his lips tilt up, amused by my words. He still looks delicious with his hair dishevelled and tanned chest on display, his attire rumpled.

"Any time, Princess." He licks his fingers, holding my gaze, looking utterly sinful. My mouth drops open at the crudeness of his actions and how annoyingly hot I actually find it. What is wrong with me? No, what is wrong with him?! With us?!

Even worse, I walk away, my pheromones and heat mostly under control after finding release, but I feel... empty. Every fibre of my being wants to turn back and return to Eryx’s arms, allow him to take me and continue where we started. That I cannot do. He is my enemy and the worst person to trust, especially with something as fragile as my heart.

Eryx might have saved me and looked out for me, but it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with his schemes. No, I will guard my heart well. This was just my heat wanting more and nothing else.