Page 129 of His Fated Luna

Aiden laughed huskily. “I don’t know about your plan, but I just enacted one of mine. Now…can I execute another one?”

“Plan or fantasy?” my voice cajoled.

I was heady with the knowledge that Aiden wanted me. No one else but me.

“There really isn’t a difference when it comes to you.” Aiden grinned wolfishly and leaned his head down to nip my bottom lip before taking it into his mouth to suck on it.

It was amazing how many walls an open and honest confession could break down. Because each time he kissed me in a new spot, he told me how he'd thought about it. When his teeth skimmed over my mark, he asked if he could bite me again and I let him, enjoying the pleasure that engulfed me when his canines punctured skin.

I pulled at his shirt. “Take this off.”

Aiden groaned into my ear, “I’ve waited forever to hear you say that.”

My hands roamed over the muscles I'dalways wanted to explore, and I had to wonder, how long exactly had these fantasies of his been there just under the surface of that mask of indifference? How could we have gotten everything so wrong? I'dbeen so sure he didn’t want me…

Then he hesitantly asked if he could unbutton the top buttons of my nightgown and all rational thought was lost to me because warm hands slipped under the opening of the fabric to do the most amazing things to me. It was wonderful, and it was everything it should be. He didn’t go further than running his hands up and down my upper body. He didn’t even ask to, content to just be.

“Play the audiobook,” Aiden mumbled , nibbling my earlobe, hands roaming under my gown, tracing circles over my stomach. “I know you were listening to it when I came in.”

When I was finally settled again with my body nestled between Aiden's legs and my back against his chest, the laptop over my legs, Aiden's arms went around my waist to pull me close. His chin rested on my shoulder as we listened together.

It struck me then, as he held me, that he’d given me something I hadn’t even known I’d wanted.

Rose’s POV

I woke up the next morning at an uncharacteristically early hour. My eyes fluttered open confusedly and I remembered how I'd dozed off last night in Aiden's arms as we listened to my mother’s voice together. Someone was running their fingers through my hair. I turned my head and met a pair of deep blue eyes looking at me tenderly.

“So many times I’ve wanted to stay and watch you wake up,” Aiden said gruffly, He brushed my hair away from my cheek.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked bravely.

“I think I was afraid,” Aiden admitted with great effort. “I was afraid of everything I felt for you. I was afraid of being rejected. I was afraid of…being wrong,” he concluded grimly.

“You were afraid you were wrong about me?” I felt that familiar sting of rejection begin to crawl up my spine. Of course he had second thoughts about me.

“Never you.” The back of his fingers brushed against my cheek. Relief poured over me like warm butter, soothing me. “I was wrong about Lexia. I was too egoistic to admit that I was wrong about her being the right fit for me…” Aiden swallowed convulsively. “You’re the person I’m supposed to be with. You’re the one who’s supposed to be by my side as I grow into the man and alpha I’m supposed to become. I am so sorry Rose for being so pigheaded. I was an idiot.”

He cupped my cheek affectionately.

“There’s nothing to forgive. You were committed to someone and felt honor bound to keep your promise. What you just said Aiden…it’s actually one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard,” I admitted, leaning into his hand, his thumb rubbing my cheekbone reverently.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of waking up next to,” Aiden said with a gleam in his eyes as they trailed my body appreciatively.

My nightgown was rumpled from being slept in, my hair probably looked a mess, and I had morning breath. I looked away bashfully. “You don’t really mean that. I know you like me better when I’m all glammed up.”

Aiden cupped my chin gently, tugging to make me face him again. “I like you better all the time. Every day I like you more, despite what you’re wearing.” Then he grinned wolfishly. “Wait, I take that back. I think I’d like you best if you didn’t wear anything.”

I shot him a quelling glance, trying to hide my smile as I pulled away from his touch.

“Go back to sleep, Princess. I know it’s still early for you.”

I looked at him as he got up to go into his own room from the main door. Aiden looked delicious without his shirt on and his rumpled bed head. I noticed that he had remained in his sweats from last night, most likely for my comfort since he preferred sleeping nude. My body unconsciously moved over to the side Aiden had been sleeping in as Iallowed his scent to completely cocoon me.

Once I woke up around early afternoon, I sat in the kitchen, eating a banana and looking over my conditional acceptance letter to the med-school in New York I'd applied to. They had offered to set up a time with me so I could come see the campus and see if it was the right fit for me.I sat chewing my bottom lip nervously. What now? This was my escape plan, but did I really want to escape now? Did I really want to drop my plans for Aiden? I cared about him deeply and didn't want to do anything to ruin this perfect path we’d started together.

“Rosie!” Tony’s deep voice reverberated in the empty kitchen as he reached over me to grab an apple from the fruit basket on the counter. His eyes slid to my acceptance application, widening in surprise but he didn’t ask me about it. Instead, he sat down next to me and began munching on his apple.

I looked at Tony sheepishly. There was no use in pretending he hadn’t seen it. I slid the letter towards Tony so he could get a proper look at it.