Page 132 of His Fated Luna

Aiden gave a mischievous smile. “I don’t mind, if you don’t.”

“Is this what you had in mind when you wanted to ‘help’ me?” My voice was husky.

I was drowning in my own desire. Aiden carefully moved the strands of pearls aside to look at his mark on my neck.

“No.” He gave me a small smirk. “But it’s what I had in mind the minute Hilda left us alone.”

I watched, entranced, as Aiden's canines began to protrude, his eyes momentarily turning yellow. It was mesmerizing, watching his canines extend as an animalistic lust entered his eyes. I tilted my neck to give him better access as my robe fell to the floor in a soft whisper of silk.

Aiden's POV

“We’re so late!” Rose exclaimed, pulling on her black heels a half hour later.

I leaned against the headboard of her bed, the bookCount of Monte Cristoresting in my lap while I admired the way her legs looked as she extended them to wear her heels.

“Oh! You’re not worried at all are you?” Rose asked angrily, standing up to check herself in the mirror one last time. I noticed her eyes lingered a little too long on the fresh puncture marks on her neck.

I shrugged.

“It was worth it.” The soft timbre of my voice reached Rose’s ears. “You need to wear that necklace more often,” I added, practically undressing her with my eyes.

Straightening the flyaway curls in her hair, Rose shot me a look she probably thought was stern, but she’d completely failed to cover the hope in her eyes for a repeat performance.

“Keep looking at me like that, Princess, and we’ll finish what we started,” I hummed.

Rose looked away swiftly, putting on her pearl drop earrings. Straightening her shoulders she grabbed her black fur wrap, and we went out the door.

“Rose, you look amazing!” Mom gushed as we, as the Alpha and Luna of Bloodfire Phoenix Pack, walked down into the foyer. “But you’re late. You need to get going. Being late is a sure way to get everyone agitated.”

Rose shot me a stern look again, and I smirked in response.

“Oh, but these pearls do look lovely on you,” Mom praised, reaching out to lightly run her fingers over the strands. She laughed as if remembering something and whispered conspiratorially. “Aiden’s father loved it when I wore those pearls and only those pearls.”

I let out a horrified cough. This was the last thing I needed to hear.

“Mom! Stop!”

“Well, Aiden, how else do you think you and your siblings were born?” Mom retorted, hands on her hips.

“We don’t need to know the details!” My voice boomed, grabbing Rose’s hand and tugging her out the door. I turned to my mom just before closing the door behind me. “Mom, you have got to stop.”

Mom grinned like a child who’d gotten her hand in the cookie jar. “Not until I get to hold my grandchild.”

I tried to ignore the sudden rush of warmth that engulfed me when Mom mentioned a grandchild. An image of a mini-Rose with black curly hair invaded my brain, and I had to shake myself out of it. Scowling at my mother, I slammed the door behind me.

On the drive to Silver Creek Pack, Rose pushed my hand away from her thigh for the umpteenth time.

“You’re going to mess up my dress,” she muttered.

I slid my gaze over her form before looking back at the road as I drove us to Alistair Evans’ mansion.

“That’s the idea, Princess.”

I grinned, my hand reaching to squeeze her knee before changing gears on my stick shift. Rose bit back a satisfied smile.When she caught me glancing at her sideways, she playfully brought her hands up to play with the pearl strands resting against her chest. I growled at the reminder of whatwe'd been doing earlier. It had taken Rose’s hesitation when my hands had slipped to the triangle between her legs for me to finally stop. She still needed time, and I was more than willing to give it to her.

“Fuck, you look hot,” I moaned, hitting my steering wheel with one hand in frustration.

“No one’s ever said that to me before,” Rose admitted quietly.