The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 418

I closed my eyes and sank further into the bath until the water hit my chin.

At some point, I must have drifted off, just a little. I was so exhausted that it was inevitable. But that wasn’t the problem.

It was the fact that, for every night that week, I had dreamt of Gideon. Even when I dozed for a few minutes at the table, I dreamt of his hands on my body and his lips on my skin and everything that I wasn’t supposed to think about.

And this time was no different.

An image of the inside of the greenhouse flashed through my half-asleep mind. Except this time was different. We didn’t stop when it got too heavy. We kept going, and I moaned at the sensation of his mouth trailing down between my thighs, and the windows fogged up from our shared breath.

My eyes fluttered open, and I rubbed them, as if that would somehow dispel the thought. It didn’t, of course, so I grabbed my wine and took a long gulp before sinking back into the water.

The full moon was tomorrow. That was all this was. I’d dealt with it before. It had been worse in the early years after leaving the packs, when I had no one and the full moon made me feel hollowed out and restless in ways I couldn’t explain to humans.

I knew what this was. I understood it perfectly.

That didn’t stop my hand from sliding beneath the surface of the water.

I kept my eyes shut and tried, once, to think about something else. Anything else. It didn’t work. He was already there, behind my eyes, steady as anything, and the full moon was tomorrow and I was still a wolf despite ten years trying not to be one.

My fingers knew the dance all too well. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t done this before, on those lonely nights in my mansion. I’d be lying, too, if I said that images of the very same man hadn’t brought me to pleasure before.

I did try to push them away, to picture some faceless man with a big cock and no real ties to me. But it didn’t work. It never did.

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