The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Forty: The Wife of It All

Evelyn:

Yawning groggily, Hudson was already out of bed. Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, my trembling fingers threw one of his t-shirts over my head. Grappy brushed past me, the quiet rage in his eyes told me that he was still mad at me. Sprinting towards his office, he wasn't there. Gliding down the railing, he wasn't even home. His bike was gone, panic gripping my mind. Cursing to myself, he left without telling me. Rushing back upstairs, my fingers yanked off the t-shirt.

"Where are you going?" His husky voice inquired, a box of donuts in his palm. "I got your favorite hot chocolate and some donuts for everyone. There are another two dozen downstairs. Everyone is already devouring whatever is downstairs." Setting the hot chocolate on my nightstand, he placed the donuts on the bureau. Pinning me to the bed, his lips pressed against mine hungrily. Quiet rage seethed in my eyes, a goofy grin melting it away. Flipping him underneath me, he clutched me close to his chest. His scent felt so nice, my eyes falling on the calendar. Tonight was the full moon, his hands cupping my face. Scarlet burned my cheeks, the corner of his lips curled into a smile.

"Hard to believe it's a full moon already. Does my beautiful wife wish to run with me?" He offered lovingly, rubbing my bump. "It would be like old times." Chuckling lightly to myself, his question stole my heart away. Shrugging my shoulders, his lips brushed against my bump. Cupping his hands, the perfect words sat on the tip on my tongue. My one hope was to get him to snort like he used to when he laughed when we were younger. 

"Well at least I didn't lose an egg salad sandwich this time." I joked tenderly, his snorting laughter throwing me off. "Of course. I love you , Hudson." His eyes brightened at my words, his hands digging around his pocket. A leather collar with a clip hung off of his fingers, his fingers wrapping around my dagger. Clicking it on, it all made sense. Examining it closer, the leather would slide in and out to grow with my transformation. The design was genius, the pride in his eyes making it all worth it. His heart was more golden than the sunset, the desire to kiss him rising in my chest.

"I noticed you didn't have a very secure way of keeping it on you when you transformed so I had a special collar made." He explained nervously, clicking it around my neck. "Trust me, this isn't a kink. I promise." Kissing him sweetly, his heart nearly beat out of his broad chest.  Such rewards were necessary, my own heart seconds from beating out of my chest. 

"It could be if you want." I teased playfully, Hudson rolling out from underneath me. Pressing his lips together, he placed his hands on his hips. Disappointment dimmed my eyes, his sexual shyness making a comeback. An annoyed look flashed in my eyes, my hands cupping my hot chocolate. Taking a sip, shame dimmed my eyes. Why did I just say that? That type of kink really wasn't his vibe, his aura telling the tale of wholesome desires.  

"I am not into that." He admitted sheepishly, sucking in his breath. "I can't bring myself to yank you around or anything like that. Slapping is one thing but dominating you like that is unappealing to me. We can play with toys or whips every now and then but not that. You are just too precious to me." Rolling my eyes, his fingers played with the hem of his navy t-shirt. Was he wearing an actual color? What caused the change? 

"It's fine. I was only joking. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I chirped cheerfully, not really wanting to push him where he didn't want to go. "You should sit down and have a couple of  donuts with me, and then we can get some work done. How does that sound? Tomorrow the new secretary starts her job. We should take her out to lunch to welcome her." Plopping down next to me, he passed me a Boston Creme while munching away on a blueberry crumb cake donut. Shoving the last bite into his mouth, he tossed me a low cut violet sweatshirt dress. Pulling it over my head, he waited patiently for me to come with him. Leaping off the bed, his hand reached for mine. Intertwining my fingers curl around his hand, his free hand held my hot chocolate. Saying nothing as we walked to his office, my feet jumping a couple of feet the moment he slammed the door behind him. James dropped off a huge pile of paperwork, both of us groaning bitterly. His words went in one ear and out the other, Hudson taking it all in. Jame's mate called for him, his anxious look seeking approval to leave. James smoothed out his white dress shirt, his fingers scratching at his dress pants. Taking a deep breath, Hudson motioned for him to leave. Pulling me onto his lap, his head was already buried into his work. Pushing a button on his desk, heavy metal filled the silence. Grabbing my own pile, his free arm wrapped around my bump. This reminded me of the old days where he would lock himself in the office for hours.