Mine Beloved (Lunari Series book 1)

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Sarang glanced at the clock–fifteen minutes past midnight. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and stuffed pillows beneath the covers. He snuck out of the villa through the back door, mindful of the guards patrolling. He used a secret path to the garden which he had created by planting more trees to conceal the bare patches of grass. Overtime, the thick foliage allowed him to sneak out for late-night stargazing without interruption.

The trees and grasses rustled against his body until he entered the pavilion. Nathan jerked up when he saw Sarang. They embraced each other tightly, unrestrained by appearances or people as earlier. Nathan rocked Sarang gently as he buried his face in Sarang’s hair, inhaling the scent of his hair.

“I’ve missed–”

Nathan cupped his cheeks, locking their lips together, and cutting Sarang’s words. The softness of Nathan’s lips, the warmth from his tongue, and the cold night air against his flushed skin overwhelmed him as soft gasps escaped in between each short breath. His thoughts dissolved, leaving only the heat of the kiss and the intoxicating pull of Nathan’s pheromone.

Nathan hesitated, pulling back just enough to peck Sarang’s button nose. His eyes roved over Sarang’s features, tracing the lines of his delicate face–his small stature, his blue eyes, floral scent, white hair, pink lips, and warm pale skin. He had spent his childhood, tenaciously wooing Sarang who rejected him countless times.  After two years of persistence pursuit, Sarang accepted his feelings and they became lovers. If Sarang had not been his father’s slave, they would have married that same year.

For now, they were satisfied with their secret affair.

“I’ve missed you terribly, my love. I was tempted to kiss you the moment you leaped in my arms.” Nathan confessed and hugged Sarang.

“I missed you. Four years without you, your letters were the only things to comfort me. I would be insane if you stayed a year longer.” Sarang confessed and gripped his shirt.

Nathan buried his face in Sarang’s shoulder, his breath warm against his skin. Sarang giggled at the tickling sensation, and Nathan smiled into the curve of his neck. “I missed your pheromone. The scent of lavender drifting in the gentle breeze.”

“If mine is lavender, your pheromone is rosemary, addictive and pleasant.” Sarang replied, nuzzling his neck.

Nathan’s gaze drifted to the collar around Sarang’s neck, his fingers traced the leather band. “Father’s collar, have you ever thought of taking it off? I’ll buy you a new collar if you must protect your nape.”

Sarang caressed the cool leather on his throat. There was no burning sensation, scarring from the leather, or discomfort in his eyes.

“Never. If such desire comes, I feel queasy. Master’s collar is part of my character design, I am used to it.” Sarang joked with a soft smile.

Nathan frowned. “Now I’m jealous of my old man.”

Sarang chuckled softly, cupping Nathan’s face. “You don’t have to. I may belong to master, but my heart belongs with you, Nathan. It has from the day I said yes.”

Nathan’s expression softened. “And mine is yours, always.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small white box. “I brought you a gift.”

Nathan opened the box, revealing a delicate gold bracelet adorned with tiny precious stones. Nathan took his hand, gently fastening the bracelet around his slender wrist and kissed his knuckles.

“It’s beautiful.” Sarang praised, fondling the bracelet.

“I’m glad you like you it. In Oxford, there are a lot of beautiful women and handsome men from different families and background.”