Lunar Rising

Truth

Aura's POV: 

"My crown..." 

Luka's face was constricted with many emotions that he was unable to hide from me. He pulled away gently, clearly alarmed by the unnatural glow coming from under my skin. 

I sucked in a breath, nervous of his reaction and the impending conversation that was bound to happen. How do I casually bring up what I went through in that cave? "Hey babe, yeah by the way, I'm the next moon goddess and the fate of our world depends on me.' 

I inwardly groaned at how crazy that sounded. As if our incohesive dynamic was not complicated enough, I seem to keep throwing in the plot twists. 

A sad pang of anguish hit me. This was supposed to be such a special moment. His mark finally embellished my neck like it was always meant to. Such a perfect moment spoiled with all of the problems we couldn't seem to escape even for a moment. 

"We have so much to discuss. I promise I will explain everything, just-" I paused, looking at him with deep sincerity. 

"Just give me the chance to." I reached for his hand. 

He silently contemplated his actions, no doubt feeling the urge to turn heel and run, but he didn't. Instead, he took my hand with ease, giving the top of it a gentle kiss. 

"I think it's time we both shared some secrets..." He said while holding my gaze. 

"Coffee then?" I asked. He gave me a small, nervous chuckle. He was nervous to have the conversations ahead, but to curious of my own situation to push it off. 

.............................................................................

The house was quiet, and the windows were darkened with the night. I briefly wondered what time it was and how long we had spent intertwined with each other. 

As the strong smell of a rich Columbian roast wafted through the kitchen, I couldn't help but be swept away by my thoughts, left to ponder over them while Luka prepared our drinks over the counter. 

I stared aimlessly into the night through the window closest to the dining table.  Memories of the hours before teased my mind, replaying Luka's touch, his grasp, his lips in a loop in my head. I traced a faint smile on my lips, tugging at my bottom lip while lost in the daydream.  

Our bodies were so in sync, and his strong hands found every tender sweet spot on my body like it was his own. 

I peered over to where he stood, shirtless and quite impressive. He paid no mind to me as he pressed another round of espresso, sliding the tiny, handled cup into its home in the machine. 

His concentrated face seemed stern, credited purely to his strong jawline. His jawline. In that moment, all I could think about was his jawline, his face, and those lips. I reminisced his lips on my skin. 

My fingers found their way to my fresh mark on their own volition. I traced the spot gently, sending shudders over my spine. 

I bit the tip of my tongue lightly and squeezed my thighs together, never taking my eyes off of his smooth golden skin. 

Luka's muscles tensed and he placed his hands firmly on the edge of the countertop. His grip was tense, causing his biceps and forearms to bulge, only taunting me to drool more. 

It was like the moment I gave myself over to him, he became the center of my gravity. Like a drug, I had a taste, and I could not stop the overwhelming urge to get more of him.