Chasing My Rejected Luna
Chapter 11

TEGAN'S P.O.V

We walked hand in hand until we reached my bedroom door. It was a weird feeling holding a man's hand, but it was also electrifying at the same time. Once, we reached my bedroom door. He let go of my hand to reach into his jacket and withdrew a box, handing it to me. I looked down and saw a phone on the box cover. "Now we can communicate by texting too." He said with a smile.

"How do I work it?" I asked. I had never owned a cellphone, so I wouldn't know the first thing about operating it.

"I have your number stored in my phone. When I text, you can save my info on your phone by hitting the number, info, then save. The rest will come naturally when you play with it, but if you can't figure it out, Imagen can assist, or I can." "Thank you," I said before wrapping my arms around him and pushing my body up against his in a tight embrace.

Not even thinking he might not hug people. I could feel his breathing deepen and his muscles flex under his suit, which began to make me hot all over. He slightly pulled away, but my arms were still holding on, his face now hovering over mine. His lips were just inches from my own. They looked so soft, and I just needed them on me as much as I needed air to breathe. My heart began to beat rapidly inside my chest. It was for sure from excitement, no doubt.

"Careful little bird, if you play with fire, you might get burned." His eyes looked deep into my soul.

"I may like the pain," I said confidently, seductively biting my lip, not knowing where this sudden burst of confidence came from.

At that moment, his hands tangled in my hair as he smashed his lips onto mine while pushing my body backward until my back hit the wall. His touch was sending need throughout my body, making me crave more. His hand slowly slid from my hair down my body to the slit of my dress, then slipped under it as he grabbed my a*s, hoisting me up, making me let out a moan. He took the opportunity by shoving his tongue in my mouth, our tongues now dancing around with need. My legs wrapped around his body as his body began to move against my own. I could feel something hard hitting my inner thigh making me moan again. I needed him and I didn't care if it was right in this hall up against the wall.

His mouth broke away from my own as we both tried to catch our breath. He then latched onto my neck, making me moan out as he sucked on my marking spot, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. Oh god bite me, was all I could think. I wanted it more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. But instead, his sucking changed to light pecking kisses as he released my body and sat me back on my feet.

"Night, little red." He said before kissing my forehead, turning around, and walking away. Leaving me standing in the hallway with a need that he did not manage to meet.

I thought he wanted me. Weren't we supposed to be fucking to create an heir? Why didn't he ravish my body and take me raw right here? I needed him deep within me and I am not sure how much longer I could wait. This need was primal, it was something I had never experienced. I needed him deep inside of me, making me scream his name as I came on his d**k. I am for sure going to have to get myself off tonight. I was so turned on; it would be impossible for me to relax and let go of what had just happened as he had just done. He must be a master because I was giving him all the right signals that I wanted him, yet he just walked away as if he was unbothered. I knew he wanted me though. I felt his hardened d**k on my inner thigh. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I will just have to give him better signals next time. Maybe touch him too?

I'm just so confused about how he can give me a single look and it makes me hot and bothered. This has never been an issue before. Not that I was loud around many men, but the times I had, none made me want to rip their clothes off before. Especially a stranger, so why does he send that primal urge through my every thought and action? I felt this need from the moment I walked into the same room as him. At this point, it was more than a contract to me. I felt this uncontrolled sense of emotion for him already and I hardly knew him. Was this what a mate bond was? Was Ezra my fated mate?

Without a wolf to tell me, it was hard for me to know for sure. Especially if he was indeed my fated mate and the spell, they cast on him as a baby had prevented his wolf from recognizing the bond. If he was my mate, which would make sense to how I am reacting to a total stranger, then I am truly fucked. If the elders of the kingdom got a whiff of this or found out, I would be dead.

I needed to figure out how to withdraw my emotions around others, the last thing I needed was someone to suspect anything. Until I know for sure, I cannot act irrationally just like I had just done. If anyone were to have seen that, they would suspect something was up. A virgin doesn't just throw herself at someone the way I have just done.

But then, in the same breath, why was he acting the way he was? The spell was cast so that the king could not sense his fated mate. The whole purpose of why the spell existed was to conceal those urges and needs that a fated mate gives you. So, he shouldn't be having the same feelings I had if we were fated mates? Right?

Everything was so confusing, and I needed to get to the bottom of it, and fast. My life could be in danger if I wasn't careful. I needed to replace their library and read up better on fated mates. I needed to protect myself if what I was feeling inside was true. Alpha King Ezra Hendricks is most likely my fated mate and if anyone found out, I would be dead.

The word mate kept ringing in my head as if it were more than myself thinking it, making the sexual urges I had a moment prior vanish. I guess I didn't need to please myself after all. Fear took care of that for me. Reality was starting to sink in, I truly was fucked.