The Moon Knows How to Play

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I yanked Kidlat's reins tighter as I slid off her back, boots sinking into the gravel by the old mansion fence. She tossed her head, mane gleaming after the bath I gave her earlier, and snorted like she had something smart to say. I tied her to the wooden post and patted her neck.

"Kidlat, don't you dare chew on the flowers here or Mama will skin me alive. And no pooping either, okay?"

As if mocking me, her tail flicked, and right then a steaming pile dropped from her ass onto the dirt.

I groaned. "Disgusting bitch."

I'd have to get one of the ranch hands to clean that later, because I wasn't touching it. I straightened up when I heard the clicking of heels behind me, sharp against the gravel. Turning, I saw Tito Heraya walking toward me, sharp suit and sharper aura, flanked by his two daughters—Elunar and Eclips.

Eclips was smiling wide, that kind of smile women wear when they're ready to flirt and bite at the same time. She was hot—fuck yeah, she was—but my gaze kept sliding to the other one. Elunar. Arms crossed, lips pursed, eyes on me like she was measuring how much she hated my guts.

I smirked. The hate made her sexier.

"Why the hell are you shirtless?" she snapped, brows drawn tight.

I shrugged, sweat still drying on my bare chest. "My shirt's drenched in sweat. I just came from harvesting mangoes."

"I didn't ask about your sweaty shirt," she shot back, voice sharp as glass. "I asked if you even own one."

Damn. The woman had claws. And each word went straight to my dick, not my pride. I could feel myself twitching already, like my body was hardwired to react whenever she opened that mouth.

"Don't talk to him like that," Tito Heraya cut in, his tone calm but warning. Then his eyes narrowed as he tried to recall something. "What's your name again? Tornado, right?"

Before I could speak, I shook my head at the same time Elunar did. "Thunder," we both answered, voices colliding.

We stared at each other, and fuck me, that brief lock of her green eyes on mine sent a chill down my spine.

Eclips clapped her hands together, bouncing in her heels. "Ohemgee! I knew it! You two already know each other."

I opened my mouth, about to confirm, but Elunar's palm slapped over it in a rush. My smirk widened under her touch. If she thought she could silence me, she was fucking wrong. I pouted my lips deliberately, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her palm. The faint sweetness of her scent filled my nose. My cock throbbed harder.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. But she didn't move her hand.

"What's going on, Elunar?" Tito Heraya asked, suspicion in his tone.

And that was when I flicked my tongue out, dragging a slow, wet line across her palm. Only she could feel it, only she could see the hunger in my grin as I licked her like I owned her.

She stiffened but didn't pull away, answering smoothly instead. "Dad, we just met at a coffee shop. That's it." She glanced at me quickly, deadly, but I only raised a brow in challenge.

"Small world," Tito said, buying the lie.

I gave Elunar the look I knew she understood perfectly—you owe me, sweetheart. And I'll collect by tasting every inch of you.

When she finally pulled her hand back, she wiped it against her dress like my saliva was poison. I only grinned wider.

I turned, fixing my dick in my pants as discreetly as I could, because fuck, the pressure was killing me. "Please, come inside."