Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 36: Only Me

Comfortable beds were the place to be. Even though I was scared to fall asleep in his bedroom, I managed just fine.

The warmth from his smooth sheets and the way they held on to my skin in a warm embrace made me yearn for a lover, but I had the best sleep because of the climax I had last night. But I could feel something digging into my thigh.

I squinted as I got up; my eyes slowly looked underneath my body, and I found Miall sleeping comfortably there.

In shock and wanting, I slapped him across the face and screamed. He opened one eye, annoyed yet unaffected. I knew my physical assaults on him never had an effect, but the least he could do was pretend to be hurt.

I covered my breasts and said, "What are you doing here, underneath me!?"

"What?" He mumbled sleepily, and my heart fluttered, so he was not fully awake. I slapped him again, and he turned his face, gladly giving me the other cheek. I was so close to slapping him again when he caught my hand and pressed his lips against it. "Stop hitting me."

Fuck me; even his sleepy voice made me want to slide down his body and kiss him good morning, and not on his lips, but on something that was digging into my thighs.

"I asked you a question," I said, pulling my hand from his hold, and he finally opened both eyes. My nipples immediately hardened just from that stare, and once again, I covered them up with my hands; why was his stare so intense?

"You're the one who came here saying that room scared you. When I tried to leave, you forced me to stay and climbed on top of me," he said, and I pouted my lips. I remember nothing of that sort.

"You sure you didn't come to me and seduced me into sleeping with you?" I asked, and his lips lifted in a small smile as he shook his head.

"I promise, this is all you and nothing happened between us last night," he said, and I frowned. "Even though I could smell the arousal on you."

"Nothing happened?" I whimpered, batting my eyes at him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I sniffled; my eye twitched as I looked at him.

"Yes, nothing happened," he confirmed, and I bit my lip. "Why do you look like you want to cry?" He asked, and I looked up at the ceiling. I took in a deep breath and touched his chest.

"Miall, I came to you...almost completely naked. I only have a flimsy cloth covering my body, and you let nothing happen between us?" I asked cocking my head to the side. "Nothing! At all?" I asked again.

"Yes?" He answered hesitantly, and I squinted my eyes.

"I didn't try to raise this dress or pull down the straps for you?"

"You were sleepy when you came in here. It was cute," he smiled, and I imitated him.

"It was cute," I rolled my eyes. "Boy, did I not throw my thigh over your thigh?"

"You did," he nodded, and I held my head.

"And you didn't catch the clue?"

"Amanah, you were tired and couldn't even form coherent sentences," he explained, amused, and I groaned.

"I was flirting! That's how it's done on earth, don't you know BDSM?" I asked him, and he squinted his eyes. "Dom and sub?"

"What is that?" He asked, confused, and I cringed; I didn't want to explain it, but heck, so I explained it to him, and I watched his face go from confused to disgusted really quickly. "I'm not interested in that," he shook his head, and I pressed his chest lightly.

"So fine, you don't want to tie me up! Then what should I do to make you fuck me again! Like how you did that night. I obviously can't get drunk, but you can. Do you not find me appealing sexually to you anymore? Or is it because I'm pregnant you don't want me? Should I role-play as a wolf or as a whore? What should I do!"

"I wasn't drunk that night," he said, and I looked at him from the side of my eye.

"So I was your whore for the night? You didn't expect me to fall pregnant, huh?" I asked, offended, and here I was, thinking we were both drunk.

"Amanah—" he sighed, and I continued.

"Well, guess what, I lied too. You aren't the only man I've slept with, but I've had other men satisfy me, so don't think you're the only one, but this is your child," I added.

Honestly, he was the first in a long time.

"What?" His eyebrows knitted as he gritted his teeth.

"Yes, it's your child," I shrugged.

"How many?"

"This is my first one. What do you mean, how many?" I raised my voice, feeling immense offence. Does he think I had children everywhere?

"I mean, how many men, Amanah," he said, and I rolled my eyes as I moved to get off him, but he held onto my hips, holding me in place on his lap.

Oh, was he angry?

"None of your business," I whispered. He clenched his jaw again, and I clenched, wondering if it was finally going to happen today. This man was sexy.

"You made it my business when you told me I'm not the only man, so how many have satisfied you?"

"How many have satisfied you?" I shot back, and he answered with no hesitation.

"Just one, you," See, the thing about not listening was that sometimes I would miss stuff that would make my heart flutter.

"Oh shut up, we all know you're madly in love with Willow, but you don't always have to—wait, what?" I asked breathlessly as I stared into his intense purple eyes. "Me?"

I squeaked as I pointed to my chest, and he squeezed my hips, pulling me closer to him.

"Yes," he muttered softly, and I opened my eyes in shock.

"Oh," was all I could say. "Was it because of my Negroni drink?" I asked, and he smiled. His teeth were honestly my favourite, thank goodness, and heavens. They weren't stained; my crush took really good care of himself sometimes.

"The drink was good, but you were magnificent...in every way," he whispered, and my eyes trailed to his lips. My fingers slowly made their way to his face. I stroked his light stubble and gently touched his soft bottom lip.

"I suck dick better than Willow?" I whispered as I pulled on his bottom lip. "Before you answer, do you want me to remind you?"

"You don't need to. It's still quite clear in my memories," he said, pushing my hair away from my face.

"So...let's make it a reality thing right now. It shouldn't only live in your memories," I muttered as my fingers travelled down his face to his neck, even though he hadn't agreed yet...his body was all for the idea.

His hands softly grabbed onto my hips, squeezing gently as he moved his hands to my thigh. Why did this always drive me crazy?

"Yeah, what fun are memories when you can live in the moment," he whispered. Our breathing was harboured; we hadn't done anything yet, but this just felt too intense to be normal.

I was wet, and I knew he could feel me dripping on his thighs; him moving ever so lightly every three seconds wasn't helping with the desire.

"Let's make another deal," I said. The last time we made a deal was when he said we should be friends, and that shit didn't work out.

"What is it?"

"Let's be fuck buddies," I stared into his eyes, looking for any uncertainty or shock in them, but he looked pretty in control. It looked like he was restraining himself a lot.

"Fuck buddies?"

"Yes, whatever sexual need you get...you come to me and only me," I trailed my fingers down his chest, lightly tracing over his nipples. I cupped his pecs, and dang it. This was one of my many favourite parts of Nioz.

Not only was his chest soft and big, it turned me on, and I just wanted to suck on them. I continued my gentle assault on his torso, loving the way he intently watched my every move.

My fingers finally reached the top of his lounge pants; I tugged on the waistband and stared into his eyes.

"Only me."