Page 41 of His Fated Luna

What was I doing?

She wasn’t mine.

She could never be mine.

I pulled back abruptly, putting distance between us.

Rose immediately swayed back trying to lean into me.

“You feel so good,” she slurred, her body swaying without me to steady her.

My eyes widened. My hands reached out to steady her, palms flat against her waist and I couldn’t help it when they slid across her torso, mapping every curve.

“Rose…” My voice was gruff, strained. “How many JELL-O shots did you take?”

“Four,” she admitted breathlessly.

Oh shit. My hands went still, tightening over her rib cage.

She was only supposed to have had one. Drake’s JELL-O shots hit all at once.

“And three vodka shots,” she added.

I cursed under my breath. She leaned against me, her backside adjusting itself over my hard dick.

“This feels so good,” she purred, molding herself against me.

It did. I had to remind myself again that she was drunk right now.

“It’s your wolf talking, Rose,” I said quietly. “You’ve consumed so much alcohol, your wolf instinct is coming out.”

I couldn’t think straight when she was so hot and needy, pushing her body against me and undulating her hips against me like that.

Heaving a sigh, I guided her away from the dance floor and out into the cool night air.

“I didn’t get to play beer pong yet!” Rose whined, almost tripping over her heels.

Well, at least she knew what beer pong was.

I held her arm to steady her, bringing a cup of water to her lips. Rose grabbed the cup greedily, drinking the water.

“This isn’t jungle joooocce.” Rose giggled, pulling the cup of water away from her lips and sloshing it down her front in the process.

I had to close my eyes for a minute because the water made her black top cling even more to her chest, outlining the pebbling of her nipples in the cool night air.

“You’ve been cut off,” I stated, opening my eyes and guiding Rose towards my car. “Let’s hope this walk helps you sober up.”

She leaned on me heavily, her chest pushed against my upper arm so that my arm was practically nestled between her breasts. I exhaled again slowly, cursing myself for ever thinking this would be a good idea.

We turned onto the street towards my car and her boobs pushed against my upper arm more firmly, sending lust roaring through my veins.

“Why don’t boys like me?” she asked in a small voice as we walked.

I stopped in my tracks, taken aback by Rose’s statement.

“You don’t like me; Jake doesn’t like me…no one likes me. No one wants to date me,” Rose pouted.

“Is…is this what’s really been bothering you?” My voice was hollow, like I wasn’t exactly present mentally.