His Blue Moon Princess
His Sunshine Baby Chapter 31

Moon Goddess, I want her.

I want that woman so badly, it's like I'm going insane. My whole body is craving for her. It's like an ocean of fire. I want to dive and drown myself in it. Every inch of her skin, I want to caress, taste, and embrace.

We stumble our way to the bed, kissing and caressing each other like there's no tomorrow. I grab her hair to keep her close, kiss those pink lips I've been dying to have again. They taste sweeter than any wine, and I can never have enough.

She takes off my shirt, and the next second, I'm the one taking that dress off her. She looked good in it, but I swear nothing suits her better than this black lingerie she has on tonight. The animal in me is going mad with desire, seeing her like this, slowly laying on the bed like some wicked temptation. I take a second to catch my breath and observe her like this.

Elena is a devilishly beautiful woman. With desirable curves, long legs and that sexiness of people who know what they want. And she is claiming me tonight, with those amber eyes attracting me stronger than gravity. It's like dancing with fire. She always acts so strong and determined, like she's in control, yet at times I find a c***k in the armor, and she blushes bashfully again.

I lean over her, caressing her leg all the way up to her waist. She's breathing more heavily again and biting her lip. She pulls me to her, and we kiss again. How can it feel so good? I've embraced countless women, but none of them ever left me this taste of heaven on my tongue. Elena quickly takes off her b*a, and I can't help but play and kiss her beautiful breasts. She moans a bit, she loves it. When I go back to her lips, she is even more demanding and impatient. "Hurry... Please."

I'm at my limit too. I get rid of her last piece of clothing, open my pants, taking five seconds to put the c****m on and join with her without waiting any longer. I was a bit forceful, yet she cries out not in pain but in pleasure. I swear, this woman... She puts her arms around me, and I find her lips again, kissing her as I start moving.

The oldest dance in the world, a carnal desire we forget ourselves in. I'm nothing but a body of fire and passion, chasing after her, blending our bodies together for more and more pleasure to spark between us. I don't need to think of anything else. We both know what we want, how fast and hard we want it like we have our own symphony that only belongs to the two of us. It's an ethereal experience, like we took a step back from reality to enter a world where nothing matters but us, making love again an again... Three hours later, the moon is at its peak, and I'm smoking a cigarette on the balcony. The sound of the shower running is the only thing I can hear.

What have I become... It's like I can't restrain myself when it comes to Elena. I've always been the most serious of my brothers, the cool-headed one. Whenever Damian got mad, or Liam acted recklessly, I would be the one who takes the rational decisions and brings them to their senses....So what am I doing now?

I know how selfish I'm acting now. I'm putting Elena in an awkward position with her pack, ignoring Isaac's warnings, I'm binding people's tongues with threats and all that for my own pleasure. This is all the first time.

What would Damian say? He who is madly in love with his lost fated mate... None of us seem to be lucky in love. I bitterly remember Katherine, and it had been a while. Moon Goddess, am I not over this yet? Her cruel words still haunt me like a curse... I wish I could forget that woman once and for all. If I did, would I finally able to move on? I don't think I'll ever be able to love again, but... "Nate?"

Elena just came out of the shower, wearing nothing but the bathrobe. I wave at her from the balcony, and she comes to join me. Damn, even her wet hair is sexy. Is there anything about her that I don't find attractive? She notices the beers on the table and grabs

one.

"I didn't know you were the kind of man to drink cheap beer," she says while sitting on one of the lounge chairs.

I smile.

"I wasn't always rich, you know. And I like a cold beer after a hot shower..."

She nods and opens hers. The floor we're on is so high, we can admire the City without suffering from the noises. But Elena's eyes are on the moon. I notice she is still wearing that sun necklace.

"Why would a she-wolf wear a sun pendant?" I ask, curious.

"It's a memento, from my birth parents."

"Birth parents?"

"Yes, actually I'm an adopted kid."

I had no idea. Elena seemed so natural while interacting with her peers, I never imagined. Is she really a candidate for the Pack's Alpha position then? Or did they take into account her natural Alpha disposition as well? "Do you know what happened?"

She shakes her head.

"I wish... But there's this big mystery around my adoption, and no one back at my Clan is willing to talk about. I've been searching for answers, but... I didn't get anything."

She seems really dejected about it. I take a bit of beer and sit next to her on a chair.

"I could look into it if you want. I have contacts at the Police..."

"No!"

Her sudden yelling startled me. I stare at her, caught by surprise, but she tries to act normal.

"No, I... I appreciate, but I wouldn't want you to look into my past. Please."

I frown. That's... Why is she so against it? Would she be hiding something I shouldn't know? But Isaac is already planning on investigating her... s**t, what do I say now? I don't want to lie to Elena, but... "Understood. I won't."

f**k.

I had no intention to lie to her, but it would have been worse to confess that my best friend is already looking into it... Maybe Isaac won't find anything significant. I can just tell him I don't want to know. Yes, let's do that. "Sorry I yelled..."

"No, that's ok. There are things about me that I wouldn't want to be made public either."

We stay silent for a few minutes, in a bit of an awkward mood. But Elena takes out her phone, and after looking for something, plays some music. For a minute, I wonder who is it from, until I realize there is no singing. I like it, though. The melody fits with the night sky and the scenery before us. I take a look at the phone to read the title. "Night Trouble"...

"...I've always hated the silence," she suddenly says. "Why?"

"I don't know... Whenever it goes quiet, I have this feeling of fear that overwhelms me. As a kid, I needed a lullaby to fall asleep. Even now, I turn on the radio first thing if I'm alone. At night, if the house is too quiet, I put my headphones on and listen to something like this. I even love the sound of the rain."

It's intriguing... Most people like music, but they don't need it like Elena does. To be afraid of the silence is rather unusual.

"You're not into music?" She asks.

"Not really. Our mother loved a few old classics, but that's it. I let other people handle what we play in the clubs or the restaurants. It's not that I don't like it, I just don't have many tastes. The only time I don't listen to the news instead is when I workout, and I just play random playlists."

She takes a sip of beer and doesn't answer. Am I a boring man? Aside from working out and cooking a bit, I don't have many hobbies.

"That's good. I get to choose the music then."

Her smile took me by surprise. I laugh a bit.

"Whatever you want. You can educate my poor ears."

"Challenge accepted!"

"...And I can teach you how to cook."

She immediately frowns.

"Hell no. I don't like cooking. I'm so bad at it, it's dangerous. I'm only allowed to use the microwave!"

I laugh. Is she that bad? We chat a bit longer, none of us feeling sleepy yet. After a while of giving me funny experiences of her epic failures, we naturally cease the talking and watch the moon together.

I feel good when I'm with Elena. She is easy to talk with, smart and funny. Her personality shines fiercely when she speaks, yet one can tell she's actually an introvert. I can still see the armor she puts on, like barriers she won't let me through to protect herself. As if I only have scratched the surface of someone far more complicated than what she lets on. And it makes me all the more curious. I slowly finish my beer, lost in my thoughts. Would things have been different if Elena had been my fated mate? Probably, but no one can tell...

When I turn my head to ask her something, I realize she's fallen asleep. Her phone is now playing some soothing piano music. I think I've heard it before, in a movie. I don't want to wake her yet. I contemplate her some more, intrigued.

What else don't I know about Elena? The scars she mentioned before... What has she been through before we met? Is she just like me, unable to have any faith in love anymore?

I don't want to have to think about feelings for now. It's like staring at a hole that might be too deep for me to handle. If what we have going on between us is enough, I won't ask for more. I just want to keep it that way, enjoy it without bothering myself with questions. A physical, s****l relationship only, no strings attached. No risks, no hurt feelings.

After a while, I gently carry Elena to the bed, letting her sleep. I need to get out of here, cool my head. I gather my stuff and leave the room. Downstairs, I just ask the reception to wake her up at six, no, seven, so she won't be late or something.

I grab a bike and drive away.

I run away.