Lorien’s POV
If someone had told me a month ago that my life would change this drastically-and for the better-I would have laughed in their face.
And yet, here I was.
Kamrynn was truly the daughter of the Moon Goddess because she had worked her magic on me in ways I hadn’t thought possible.
In the beginning, I had envisioned our relationship as nothing more than master and breeder. She was meant to serve a purpose, nothing more. But the extraction of her memories and the implanting of false ones had left her fragmented, lost. I had become the only one she knew, the only one she trusted.
And I adored it.
Given my personality, I had never imagined myself drawn to the sweet and innocent type, but here we were. I wasn’t sure if I could call it love-perhaps it wasn’t-but I was sure of one thing: I wanted her. I relished the way she depended on me, clung to me like a lost kitten.
She was like a little pet.
She kept me entertained, sated.
Not wanting her to have any connection to her former life, I had named her Elodie.
A fresh start. A blank slate.
We lived quietly in a small house just off the border of the Crescent Moon Pack. Far from the world that had once been hers. Far from the people who would dare take her away from me.
I had just been sitting in the living room when she approached me, her small frame slipping into my lap with ease.
I smirked as she curled herself around me, settling comfortably on my thigh like she belonged there.
And she did.
The Ostracylle sat around her delicate neck like a collar, perfectly snug against her skin.
I let my gaze linger there for a moment.
There were times when the urge to paint that pretty neck with bites and hickeys was overwhelming. To mark her, claim her-brand her as mine forever.
She shifted slightly, her arms looping around my neck as she tilted her head to meet my gaze.
“The food is ready,” she said sweetly, her voice as light as a whisper.
I ran a hand over her hair, stroking her gently. “Good girl. Thank you for the effort.”
Her lips curled into a pleased smile. “Come eat with me.”
I exhaled, feigning reluctance. “You know I don’t need human food, little one.”
“But I made it for you,” she pouted, shifting in my lap.
That did something to me.
I smirked. “Fine.”
Without another word, I lifted her into my arms and carried her over to the dining table.
She let out a small gasp, clutching onto me as I effortlessly settled her down.
Or rather, on me.
I took a seat and placed her on my thighs, keeping her securely against me.
Her cheeks flamed red in embarrassment. “I can sit by myself, you know.”
I didn’t answer, simply wrapping a firm arm around her stomach and keeping her in place.
She huffed but didn’t argue further.
Slightly peeved, she grabbed her fork and started eating. “You should eat too.”
I leaned back slightly, resting my chin against her shoulder. “I don’t require it to survive.”
“I know,” she said, twisting slightly in my arms to look at me. “But I still want you to try it.”
I hummed in amusement. “Is that an order?”
She gave me a pointed look. “Yes.”
I chuckled. “Very well. But only if you feed me.”
She rolled her eyes but complied, neatly twirling some spaghetti onto her fork and bringing it towards my lips.
I shook my head. “Not like that.”
Her brows furrowed. “Then how?”
A smirk tugged at my lips. Instead of taking the bite, I gently redirected it towards her mouth.
“Eat it.”
She blinked in confusion but obeyed, parting her lips and taking the food into her mouth.
The moment she did, I leaned in.
She barely had time to react before my lips were on hers, my tongue slipping between them as I stole the food from her mouth.
She let out a muffled squeak, her entire body going stiff.
By the time I pulled away, her face was burning.
I chuckled darkly. “Hmm. Not bad.”
Her hands flew up to cover her face. “You-”
I tilted my head, amused. “What? You asked me to eat, didn’t you?”
Her lips trembled, eyes wide with mortification.
Gods, she was too cute.
I almost wanted to eat her up.
Then, I spotted it.
A tiny smear of sauce lingering on the side of her lips.
I reached out, gently gripping her chin and tilting her face towards me.
She stilled.
My thumb lingered against the soft curve of her cheek, hovering over the smudge of sauce staining the corner of her lips. Instead of wiping it away, I leaned in slowly, letting the tension build. My breath fanned against her skin, and she stilled completely, her body locked in place as if anticipating what I would do next.
Then, deliberately, I flicked my tongue against the spot, tasting the faint saltiness of the sauce mixed with the natural sweetness of her skin.
She inhaled sharply, the sound barely audible but potent in its effect.
Her entire body tensed, her fingers curling against the fabric of my shirt as if grasping for something to anchor herself.
And then-
She squirmed.
A tiny, instinctive movement. A subconscious attempt to pull away from the overwhelming proximity.
But in doing so, she pressed against me.
My jaw tightened as I felt it- My cocks stirred.
The delicious friction. The intoxicating warmth of her body against mine. The thought of how she’d feel around me…
A low, guttural groan escaped me before I could suppress it, the sound vibrating in my chest.
My hands instinctively moved to her hips, fingers curling possessively as I held her in place, preventing any further movement-though part of me craved more.
She gasped, her breathing uneven. “L-Lorien?”
I leaned in, my lips brushing against the delicate shell of her ear, reveling in the way she shivered at the contact.
“Careful, little one,” I murmured, my voice rough, a husky promise laced beneath my words. “If you keep moving like that while sitting on me…”
Her breath hitched again, her body frozen, as if unsure whether to retreat or lean in further.
A slow, wicked smirk curled my lips as I grazed my teeth along the sensitive skin of her earlobe, then bit down lightly-just enough to make her squirm again.
And gods, did she feel good.
I exhaled deeply, my grip on her tightening as I whispered against her flushed skin, letting the words roll off my tongue like silk-dangerous and alluring all at once.
“…I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”