All Chapters of Rejected Luna: He wants me back : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

VERENA“It definitely will. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?” I say, smirking. “Can’t get you clothes your size in this weather.” I add and step closer to the window, gazing out at the storm. Rain lashes against the glass, and a flash of lightning momentarily illuminates the dark landscape beyond. “Looks like you are stuck for a while.” “A loose shirt and pants would be good.” Elijah replies and I nod. We both walk up the stairs and I hear Ezra’s laughter accompanied by the voices of the twins as they play inside his room. It makes me feel relieved. I head to my room and keep the towel on the chest cabinet before taking off my clothes. It’s the second time I am washing myself in the shower today. While the warm water falls on me from the shower head, I rub the water over my skin and think about how I behaved with Elijah. I bite my lip as I think about how hot he looked when he wiped his hair with the towel. My core clenches, desire surging through me, making my

VERENA“Yeah, it was comfortable. Thanks for the clothes.” He replies, his voice sending a delicious shiver down my spine. The very next moment, a deafening crack of thunder splits the sky and bathes the room momentarily in an electric white light. I flinch, a straddling gasp escaping my lips and before I can register, a warm hand settles on my shoulder. His scent wafts into my nose, and I can feel his bare body inches away from mine. “You alright?” He asks, and my ovaries explode from how sexy and intimate his voice sounds. “Yeah.” My voice sounds breathless. “I–I think I should leave.” I say and spin around, but in the wrong direction. My chest collides with his, my erect nipples pressing against his wet body. His eyes flicker with shock, then darken with desire as he looks down at me. “I’m sorry.” I mumble, the sound barely a whisper. My heart hammers against my ribs. Then my gaze drifts to his chest and I notice the long, livid scar. It runs down his chest. I hadn’t noticed it b

ELIJAHI had to control him because of our situation back then and had to take out all that pent-out energy on my tissues. Needless to say, my floor was littered with countless of them. “I want you,” I growl, my eyes flashing yellow, showing her my sincerity. It’s a primal way of communication that we shifters use. Our ancestors used this with their mates. Rena sits upright slowly, her hair cascading down her shoulder in gorgeous waves. Her green eyes flash silver for a split second before she growls back and jumps on top of me, cupping my face and claiming my mouth. Her tongue battles with mine for dominance while I feel the rough fabric of her bra press against my chest. I slip my arm behind her and unclasp her bra. I tug down the straps aggressively, impatient with need, and toss it on the floor. Her nails run down my chest, tracing my abs. The feel of her hands jolts through my senses. I hiss as I grab her by her waist and yank her closer. In the dim light of the room, my eyes

ELIJAHI bend down to kiss her navel, then her chest and let the tip of my length touch her entrance. She gasps on, feeling me rub its head against her lips, coating it with her slick wetness. Her pussy throbs for me just as mine aches for her. I trail feathery kisses up her body, feeling her soft skin tense under my lips. I reach the section between her breasts and then up to her collarbone, pressing my teeth on her skin. She yells as I pierce my teeth in her skin while I shove my cock inside her entrance, opening it wide. She arches her head in a loud moan. Pleasure, pain, fear…everything consuming her eyes. My knees are inside her thighs, keeping her open. I grab her hands and pin them together by their wrist on the bed while I thrust inside her. She parts her lips and closes her eyes, moaning my name as I pound myself inside her, my thickness stretching her entrance. With each thrust, I increase the pace, going harder and faster. “I just don’t want your body tonight,” I roar

VERENAHe will. With a sigh, I push myself out of bed and put on my clothes. Given how feral Elijah can be in bed, I’m glad that my clothes are intact. He used to rip off my clothes during our marriage and promised to buy me new ones. He kept his promise. And I used to love that. It made me happy knowing that he wanted me, even if it was just for my body. The memory makes my chest feel heavy. No, don’t doubt it. That was a different time. As I step out of the room and walk down the stairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee tickles my nose. Maria bustles around the kitchen, barking orders at the two maids who have returned to their duties today. “Good morning!” I chirp, a wide smile stretching across my face. My voice sounds definitely bubblier than usual, the events of last night still making my heart flutter. Maria raises an eyebrow as she turns towards me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You seem to be floating on air this morning,” she remarks, and her gaze flits down to the