The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

181 Sex is

Sex is not love…

Lyla

It was meant as a joke, honestly but in the next instant, Nanny’s countenance changed. Her face which had been lit with a smile a moment ago, went dull. She lowered her gaze and refused to

meet my eyes.

“You should go now!” she murmured “And you could tell him that you’re tired. I’m sure he won’t force you,” she added again, before walking away.

I stood there for a few minutes, watching her leave, wondering if I had gone too far with the joke. It was harmless and honestly, I didn’t think she’d react to it like that. I meant nothing more. Shrugging, I started towards the pack house. Veering off to the quarters where Nathan was lodged. Before I entered his room, I slipped the tablet into my back pocket before knocking. The door flew open immediately.

Nathan didn’t look, please. “I was beginning to think you won’t come.”

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said brightly, walking past him inside the room. There was a low table in the middle of the room decorated with coloured candles and some lover centrepieces. There was a small wine bucket too, and two glasses on the table. There was a food tray by the corner that was still covered up.

“On a special night like this, we should be together, he complained again, pouting.

In a bid to broker peace, I went up to him, wounding my hands around his neck. “I’m sorry, babe. We got carried away – girl talk.”

His hands rested on my waist as he pulled me closer. “If I kiss you, I’ll feel better.”

the kind of vibes he wanted, coupled with the ambience of

his arms as his lips pressed into mine. His hands roamed my body with such

the side zipper of the ceremonial gown I had on and he unzipped it without breaking contact. I could feel him losing control. The dress was too long or maybe intricated for him to thug down, so he let it

his arms, kissing my neck, and undoing his buttons. He

was pounding wildly in

think of a way

started. I took in a shaky breath, as I drank the sight of him. Toned muscles rippled and gleamed in the glow of the candlelight

had zero idea of what to do with a man. Maybe, if I tried to give him pleasure first, he’d get tired and let me go. As soon as the

and he was already undoing

hand on his arms. His gaze had darkened with desire but he managed to turn

of wine and two glasses. He had a sheepish grin on his face as he sat next to me and broke

need to toast to

amount into the glasses before we clinked it together, congratulating

quietly. “Can we

and was already huffing in. frustration but he

cupped my face. “Darling, please… I’ll burst if I

stuttered. That was a lie. “It’s just that, I’m tired and can you just wait a

a few seconds and then rose to his feet, picking up his discarded pants and slipping them on.

with me?” I

am I