The Blade of Stars and Dreams (Lesbian Fantasy Romance)

(25) Traitor? Or Traitor?

Happy Mothers Day to all those beautiful superhero's! Kisses and hugs for all of you on this very special day xoxo

Soleil

The party is now in full swing, wolves mingling, drinks being knocked back and everyone wearing large smiles. As was I, my smile wide as I hang by Damira's side, her thumb brushing the small of my back or rubbing my arms to keep me warm. The small little gestures warming my own heart. These little things are what I love about Damira. She always knows how to make sure I never feel alone. 

"So Luna, is Damira really good in bed? I heard she's a master of kink," Alpha Finn jokes, cradling his mate in his arms. Luna Callum causally leaning into his mates chest. Damira almost spits out her drink, coughing. I giggle softly, patting her back. 

"You would know all about that wouldn't you Finn. Considering your mate has fresh hickies on his neck," Damira huffs, rolling her eyes in amusement. I watch her eyes light up with laughter, her lips spreading a contagious smile. I grin myself turning back to the couple. However, the part of sex with Damira nags at the back of my mind. Yeah, Damira is beautiful, extraordinary even. But Damira will be my first, well first with a woman. My heart may have healed slowly, but have I really healed physically? Emotionally? I gaze at Damira with a frown. Will she be okay with waiting? Has these thoughts ever popped up in her head? 

Noticing my gaze, Damira turns to me, her large smiling softening as she faces me. "You okay, darling?" She murmurs, leaning in to kiss me. Smiling, I wave away the thoughts, kissing her back. It was slow and sensual, tender. Leaning away, she wraps an arm around my waist and kissing my temple. "You worried about something?" 

"No, I'm fine. I'm just going to get something light to snack on. Getting peckish," Giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek, I get up and head for the refreshment table, heart stammering. What's wrong with me?  Puffing my cheeks together with the palm of my hands, I glide over to the refreshment table, eyeing the contents. I decided on sparkling wine, downing the first glass before going for another. 

The slight bitter taste on my tongue and the warmth now settling in my belly, I felt a little lighter. Better even. Giggling softly, I turn around to watch the festivities. Everyone is having so much fun. People dancing and laughing. Having fun before they are told we are doomed very soon. People want to take our island and apparently kidnap me. I snort, nursing the glass close to my lips. Good luck with that. Alpha over there will be the first to protect me. 

"Woah there," a familiar voice chuckled with amusement. I stagger back, slightly startled by Davis' appearance. I eye him with suspicion, sipping my drink. 

"I don't like you," my reply was blunt and truthful, wariness almost seeping in. He gave me a devilish grin, grabbing a drink of his own. He cradles it in his huge hands, almost too tightly. Like he's holding on as an anchor. 

"Not many people do, Luna. But I must take offense, I must always please our Luna King." With a joking bow of the head, he stares at me with amusement, the devilish grin still playing upon his sinful lips. Damira's are better. 

I roll my eyes and start to walk in Damira's direction, the beautiful woman in question listening to an old man talk animatedly. Before I could get closer, a large hand wraps around my forearm, Davis' breath climbing down my neck like a disease. "Leaving me so soon, Luna? Pity, I really wanted your attention." I break free of his grip, nose scrunched up in disgust. 

"What do you want, Davis? This is my party and your ruining it. Now, please excuse me, I must be by my mates side." Huffing, I stomp away, wanting Damira's warm touch. Noticing me, Damira turns and frowns immediately.