A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Chapter 47

Chapter 47: After The Shower

I recalled more about Michael, our kiss, his electric fingers touching my body, the perfect physical experience.

My mind drifted toward pleasure. Before I t Michael, I had few sexual thoughts, and the few physical encounters Robert gave were nothing but disgusting and revolting. I even thought for a mont that I lacked the experience of pleasure. But Michael seed to have activated sothing in .

I reached down with my finger. This was where Michael had touched .

I imagined Michael’s finger touching . I pressed my finger into the flesh to feel the pleasure, but it was not enough. Not there.

I moaned softly and blushed as I touched my body all over. The feeling of doing it myself was completely different from soone else doing it, and I was frustrated that I couldn’t fully be aroused. I pulled my hands out from under and rinsed them in the shower.

Before I knew it, my body seed to have identified her owner, making uncomfortable.

I shook off these thoughts and closed my eyes. Then, I shook my head as I washed the foam off my head before reaching for a towel on the side. I dried myself with the towel and wrapped it around . But when I opened the bathroom door, I saw a bored prince waiting at the door.

I tightened the towel on my body. I didn’t co out with a change of clothes, which was a mistake.

How long had Michael been standing outside the door? Had he been standing there from the mont I entered, had he heard anything? I wanted to ask him, but I knew I had to keep quiet.

Michael’s gaze was fixed on my bare shoulders. I wanted to pull the towel up, but my butt would be exposed.

I was embarrassed. I was more passive now than I had been when he had pushed against the door. At least I had my underwear on to give so sense of security. Now I had nothing but a towel on .

Michael’s gaze was not just on my shoulders but all over . I guessed that he imagined my naked body under the towel. His eyes were dark. He must be thinking about sex.

I knew that the beast in him was already stirring. I was his prey. If I moved back, he would see as prey trying to escape. If I moved forward, he would see as a provocation and pounce on .

This ti I chose to stand still and watch him, and we were at a standstill. However, I did not choose to avoid his gaze again, for I knew that it would be no use. When two would et on a narrow road, you would have to et the other head-on because there was nowhere to run.

Michael said, “You’ve been washing for a long ti.”

I said, “Is there a problem?”

Michael continued to stare at . Finally, I took two steps forward and said, “Excuse , please.”

Michael grabbed my wrist and stopped just as I was about to pass him. I had to hold onto my towel with my other hand to keep it from falling off.

He pulled closer to him. Our lips were so close together that I thought he would kiss , but he just brushed his stubble gently against my face.

“I know what you are doing, you sly little wolf.”

Michael’s deep voice shook .

I clenched my fingers. What did he know? Michael turned slightly and bit my neck softly. Then, he whispered in my ear sexily, “But I don’t care. I’ll make you beg to take you and mark you. You’ll see.”

I could feel his teeth dangerously close to marking when he bit . I was shaking all over, but I saw the smug smile on Michael’s face. He was teasing again.

I looked up in sha and anger at Michael’s eyes. He was far calr than I was.

I had found the pattern. When his eyes turned golden, that was when he was about to lose control and do sothing to . His temper would get worse, and when his eyes were a beautiful deep amber color, he was usually thinking straight.

I had always wondered why the color change in his eyes affected his temperant. Werewolves usually change, but our wolves didn’t have the power to influence us. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to ask him.

Now, I couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong with your eyes?”

“My eyes?” Michael was puzzled.

“Your eyes are usually brown, but sotis they turn golden.”

“That’s my wolf.”

“But you look very different. I an, when it turns golden, you look like a different person.”

“Tell to mark you, and I’ll tell you,” Michael said with a smirk.