Luna started to push herself up, but once again, a strong hand settled on her neck and prevented her.
She lay still obediently, waiting for something to happen or for her foggy memories to return.
After a period of breathless silence during which she remembered nothing, the hand on her neck curled around, and the warmth that filled her immediately brought back her memories in terrifying focus.
She had asked Lukas to take her away. She had actually defied her father's wishes.
This would become a problem.
He had shouted before she left. That was not good. Anytime her father shouted, someone died. She had learned than at a young age.
Although it didn't happen often, as he was a very calm man, to drive her father to anger was very nearly a death sentence.
Luna felt a flash of pity for this Lycan who had saved her, but then it vanished. After all, he was a Lycan, and related to the Emperor.
The only question was whether her father would be bold enough to defy the Emperor and march his army to wherever she was taken to recover her.
Luna's thoughts stilled as a ghostly-soft sensation whispered across her skin. This couldn't be-
Lips on her neck. A gentle kiss that sent flaming heat into her core.
Luna couldn't help groaning.
"What are you doing?" she asked groggily.
"In the capitol, an unclaimed human is a suspicious sight," he responded.
"You're going to claim me?"
The question came out with a whimper of submission that she hadn't intended, but she didn't bother correcting it. It would just make her look indecisive, after all. Besides, the more he thought he was in control-
FUCK!
Luna's body arched violently, a powerful shudder running through her, sparks lighting up her nerves like an electrical wire as his teeth pierced her neck.
The sensitive flesh sent jumbled signals to her brain, and it immediately shorted out. All she could do was groan and write under him, though her head, neck, and upper chest could not move, because he held them down with his hands, and because her neck and head refused to move for some reason.
As he pulled away, Luna lay there frozen. Her chest heaved as she panted, her hands sliding against the cloth-draped wooden bench, bunching and unbunching it as she clenched them sporadically.
She couldn't control her body.
She couldn't control her body.
She had expected a similar sensation, but she couldn't control her body. Not at all.
She couldn't even move a finger. She was completely helpless.
How did this happen?
Luna tried to think over it, but every time she did, her brain sparked again, which, although pleasurable, did not help her to remember.
Think, Luna! What did he do to you?
She didn't remember. She couldn't.
Never before in her life, as the princess of Alaxia, the strongest military power in the empire, and a member of the most isolationist race, humans, had she felt so completely and utterly powerless.
She could do nothing but let her nerves settle. As they continued to spark off each other, Luna remained still, her eyes wide but sightless in the dark of the carriage.
She wasn't sure if being able to see him would be better or worse. The heat in the carriage was beginning to become unbearable, and so was the cold.
Luna hated his touch, but at the same time, she couldn't stand not being able to feel him everywhere.
She needed numbness.
She needed the darkness to swallow her like a pill, letting her slip down it into nothingness. Her current existence was overwhelming her to the point of absence of thought
If she had been able to see him, she would have seen the slight curve of his lips as he smiled fondly at her response.
If she had been able to hear him, she would have heard the muttered possessiveness in his voice as he crouched next to the bench she was occupying.
If she had been able to understand him, she would have seen an obsession forming.
The sort of obsession that never lets go, never releases, never forgets. The sort that would memorize her scent, and the feel of her skin, and the taste of her lips, and the movements of her body.
The sort of obsession that lasts forever.
The sort of obsession that supercedes death itself.