~Elena~
(We don’t do “come here.” We don’t fetch. We are not a chew toy with tits.)
But my legs?
Oh, those traitorous sticks of spaghetti dipped in regret?
They twitched.
Trembled.
Tried to move.
And I hated myself for it.
“Excuse me?” I snapped, tossing my head. “You don’t get to command me like I’m some good little puppy. I’m not your Luna. I’m not your anything.”
Lucian stepped forward.
Just one step.
But it was enough to set the air on fire.
I could smell him now. That arrogant, intoxicating blend of pine and danger and lust-soaked dominance.
“You’re right,” he said, pretending to be polite. “You’re not my Luna.”
Good.
Great.
Perfect.
“I’m glad we agree..”
“Yet.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“You’re not my Luna yet,” he repeated, eyes glowing with that fire that made me want
