The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. - Chapter 181

Chapter 181: 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.”

My heart dropped. The position I was with him currently, was giving the kind of vibes he wanted, coupled with the ambience of the room. Everything screamed I WANT YOU. I nodded.

He didn’t need to be told twice, he gathered me into his arms as his lips pressed into mine. His hands roamed my body with such urgency, that made me wonder if I would leave his room with my clothes still intact.

His hands found 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 go.

Instead, he lifted me into his arms, kissing my neck, and undoing his buttons. He dropped me gently on the bed before shrugging off his shirt. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest as I tried to think of a way to solve this problem.

He tugged at his trousers until they joined the small heap of clothes he had 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 but that wasn’t all, his erection stood tall and proud, feeling like a long and thick extension of his body.

I’ve not been with a man since Ramsey. That aside, I 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 thought just crossed my mind, he was already next to me.

His fingers found my bra hook and he was already undoing it.

“Wait!” I rested my hand on his arms. His gaze had darkened with desire but he managed to turn and look at me. “The wine… my throat is parched.”

He didn’t say anything. He crossed the room in quick strides and came back with the bottle of wine and two glasses. He had a sheepish grin on his face as he sat next to me and broke the seal.

“So sorry about that, we need to toast to us.”

He finished working the seal and poured a moderate amount into the glasses before we clinked it together, congratulating ourselves. Just as I finished the last drop of my wine, he came to me again.

“Nathan!” I said quietly. “Can we not do?”

He was working the side zipper and was already huffing in. frustration but he paused.

“Not this again, Lyla…” he sighed and cupped my face. “Darling, please… I’ll burst if I don’t have you. please… I want you so badly…”

I nodded. “I know and I… w-want you just as much,” I stuttered. That was a lie. “It’s just that, I’m tired and can you just wait a bit… please…”

He stared at me for a few seconds and then rose to his feet, picking up his discarded pants and slipping them on.

“Are you angry with me?” I asked in a tiny voice.

“I’m not angry at you, Lyla,” he glanced at me before picking his shirt and slipping it on. “Neither am I happy with you. I also will not force you to do what you don’t want to. It’s fine.”

He started walking to the door. “But you’re leaving?” I was still on his bed. “And you’re not happy, Nathan.”

“I’m leaving because I don’t trust myself to be in the same room as you. Second, I am not happy, Lyla. I have desires and wants plus I’m crazy about you. It’s normal for me to want to pour out these emotions physically.”

“Sex is not love!”

The words slipped out of my mouth unintentionally. When I looked up, he was staring at me with disbelief on his face.

“Don’t make this about, Ramsey, please,” though his voice was still a whisper, I could feel the hardness behind it. “Can we just go for a day without him being invisible in our relationship? You cannot use your experience from him and conclude that …”

“That’s not what I meant, Nathan. C’mon. I was just making a statement and you’re bringing Ramsey into our conversation and not me. I told you; I have nothing to do with him again. We’re history!”

“Okay!” he said quietly. “I’ll take your word for it. I’m going for a run.”

Without waiting for a reply from me, he slipped out of his room.