Chapter 150: 150 - dangerous luna
150
~Belinda’s POV
I woke up the next morning feeling sore everywhere, but it wasn’t the kind of pain I hated. It was the kind that made me smile to myself quietly. My body ached, yes, but my heart... my heart felt light. I stretched lazily on the bed, letting my fingers run across the sheets.
But then, it hit me. Damon didn’t come to the room.
My chest tightened at that thought. Last night had been so full, so heavy, so unforgettable. And still, he hadn’t shown up. I blinked a few times, feeling my throat burn a little. Why didn’t he come? Was I not enough? Was I only good enough for Kael and Rowan and not for him? Was Lisa better than I?
"Good morning, beauty," Rowan’s deep voice came softly from beside me. His lips brushed against my shoulder, making me shiver.
"Morning," I whispered, trying not to sound hurt.
Kael stirred too, his arm looping around my waist. He pulled me close, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "You look beautiful even when you’re half asleep."
I chuckled weakly, brushing my hair from my face. "You both are trying to flatter me."
"No," Rowan said firmly, tilting my chin up. "We’re just speaking the truth."
Their warmth almost eased the ache I carried about Damon. Almost. But not fully.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to smile. "I... I want something."
Kael and Rowan exchanged a look, then Kael spoke first. "Anything, Belinda. Just say it."
I hesitated for a long moment, my fingers nervously tugging at the edge of the blanket. Finally, I looked at Rowan and Kael, my voice soft but firm.
"I want my bodyguard to come into the palace," I said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I want him here with me, to guard me."
Rowan’s brows drew together, his frown gentle but clear. "Belinda," he murmured, shaking his head slightly, "the guards in this palace are trained for this. They can protect you better than anyone. You don’t have to worry."
I quickly sat up, shaking my head before he could continue. "I know," I interrupted, my tone almost desperate. "I know they’re strong, loyal, and skilled. I’m not questioning them. But... this isn’t about whether they’re capable. It’s about how I feel."
My chest tightened as I went on, choosing my words carefully. "He knows me, Rowan. He knows my habits, my fears, my little ways. He doesn’t just guard me, he understands me. With him, I don’t have to explain myself or pretend. I feel safe with him in a way I can’t put into words." I bit my lip, my voice breaking slightly. "Please... I just want him here. It’ll give me peace."
Kael tilted his head, watching me carefully. "Is this really what you want?"
"Yes," I said firmly, though my voice trembled slightly. "I want him here."
Rowan studied me for a long moment, then sighed softly. "If that’s what makes you comfortable, then... alright. Bring him in whenever you want. We won’t stop you."
Relief rushed through me. My lips curved into a smile. "Thank you. Both of you."
I leaned in and kissed Rowan softly, then turned and kissed Kael too. Their lips lingered on mine, warm and steady, grounding me in ways I couldn’t explain. My heart was still racing from earlier, and yet being between them like this made me feel whole, like I was exactly where I belonged.
But the fire in them never seemed to go out. The kiss that started as soft and sweet slowly deepened. Rowan’s hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing my cheek, while Kael’s arm wrapped firmly around my waist. I let out a quiet sigh against their lips, melting into the heat of their bodies, pressing close.
Then it changed. The softness grew into something hungrier. Kael’s lips claimed mine with a hunger that made me gasp, and in that moment, Rowan’s hand slid down my side, tracing over my ribs, down to my hip, and finally lower. I shivered, my skin prickling with goosebumps.
"Belinda..." Kael murmured against my mouth, his voice rough and low, the sound vibrating through me. "You’re insatiable."
I laughed breathlessly, tugging him closer by the back of his neck. My lips brushed his again as I whispered, "Maybe it’s because of both of you."
Rowan chuckled softly at that, his lips brushing along my shoulder as his fingers traced patterns over my skin. "Then let us give you what you want," he whispered, his voice so deep it sent shivers racing down my spine.
I felt heat pool in my stomach. The way they looked at me, like I was their whole world, made my chest ache with something more than just desire.
Kael kissed me again, slower this time, but with so much intensity that I whimpered. His hand slid into my hair, holding me steady as though he couldn’t let me go. Rowan’s touch was everywhere else, down my thigh, across my stomach, circling lightly around the sensitive spots he already knew too well.
"Rowan," I breathed, turning toward him, and he claimed my lips instantly, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my toes curl.
Kael kissed along my neck instead, dragging his teeth gently across my skin, and I gasped, my body arching into them both. "Gods," I whispered, my fingers curling into the sheets.
I swallowed hard, caught between them, and then they both leaned in, kissing me at the same time, one on my lips, the other on my throat. I moaned helplessly, caught up in the sensation, the heat, the way my body answered theirs so easily.
My laugh broke free, soft and breathless. "You’ll ruin me," I whispered.
"Then we’ll ruin you together," Rowan said, and Kael smirked, pulling me closer.
And just like that, the morning melted into another round of soft moans, desperate kisses, and whispered promises. Their touches were slower this time, lingering as though they wanted to memorize every inch of me again and again.
By the time we collapsed back onto the bed, tangled together in sweat and warmth, my body was trembling with exhaustion and bliss. My chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, and all I could do was smile weakly between them.
Kael kissed my forehead. "Still insatiable?" he teased, his voice low.
Rowan pulled me against his chest, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from my face. "You’ll kill us one day, Belinda."
I laughed weakly, curling into him. "Maybe that’s my plan."
Rowan chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "A dangerous Luna we have."
Rowan leaned back on one elbow and looked at me carefully. "Your new room should be ready by now."
I blinked, surprised. "My new room?"
"Yes," Kael said softly. "The Luna’s quarters. A room that suits you. It should be finished today."
My lips parted slightly. "Really?"
Rowan nodded. "Would you like to go and see it?"
I hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Yes... I’d like that."