Chapter 88 The seventh moon festival 2
Ruel's POV
My eyes zero in on Ira's exposed midriff as her short skirt sits low on her hips. I don't remember it being this sort or the slits on it riding this high.
Every move she makes shows smooth skin… her smooth long legs, the perfect curve of her waist.
Heat slams into me and my heartbeat spikes. My cock hardens under my trousers and suddenly there's only one thought in my head.
I want her. Goddess, I want her. I want her right here and now.
I want to drag her against me, to push that skirt up, I want to spread her thighs and lick her until she cries my name.
Fuck I can imagine what she'll look like bent over the nearest table while I sink into her slow and deep, fucking her until she's unable to walk straight.
I want to mark every inch of her skin with my mouth, my hands, my seed. Make her mine in the filthiest way possible.
But she doesn't glance my way. I consider striding up to her and…
And what?
“Darn it” I curse under my breath, heading for a bench at the far end of the gathering. Elric is no longer beside me by the time I settle down on the bench, my drink in my hand.
I don't know where he has gone, but I can't bring myself to look away from Ira as she's pulled into a circle by Catherine, her friend.
The beat drops and then the music turns sensual and like a switch turned on, Ira sways her hips, sensually lifting her hands in the air, her red straightened hair sashaying behind her.
A warrior nearby whistles low and long at her, drawing unappreciated attention to her.
I down my drink in one burning gulp, slamming the wooden cup on the table. It cracks under my hand, warning me of my rage.
“Easy, Ruel.” Elric suddenly appears beside me, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Eyes are on you tonight.” he says nodding to a corner.
Scarface, who is several feet away from us and literally getting chewed out by two female warriors, shifts his gaze the moment I catch em.
I do not care. He can monitor me as long as he likes. It's not like there's ever a day in my life where I'm not being watched.
If it's not the alpha king then it's the warriors. Yet the one person whose gaze I want on me is the farthest thing from me tonight.
My gaze stays locked on Ira. I sit rigid, my ears catching a few words passed to Elric and his retreating steps.
Another cup of wine is passed and I gulp it too, watching as Ira dances with Sia first. They laugh and spin near the fires. Their loose hair emitting the deceit of freedom.
Cath tells something into the circle of three and they all burst out laughing. The noise around me silences instantly as my gaze zeros in on Ira's eyes.
With her head throw back, her cheeks tense from laughing so hard, her blue eyes glistening under the moon.
She's gorgeous.
“I was about to say the same thing,” Krist whispers, seemingly in awe too.
“Ruel?” Krist adds, his eyes tearing up inside me.
Yeah?
“I think this is love.”
Shut up, Krist.
One of the warriors, Ben happily pulls Sia out of the circle. Cath cheers but also gets asked to dance.
Cortis steps in and suddenly the noise rushes back in, my shoulders tense up.
“She likes her.” Krist warns.
“I know.” I seethe, my glare fixed on her.
“She needs to know that Ira belongs to us.” he says.
Cortis smiles wide, gently taking Ira’s waist like she has the right. She pulls her close, guiding her steps to the beat.
My vision narrows. I barely see the female warrior I'd earlier promised a dance approaching.
Why won't Ira just look at me?!
The higher the moon rises, the harder it gets for me to control my fury.
I look away from them, my jaw clenched as I take my eager dance partner to the floor.
Instantly all eyes are on us. Only then does Ira glance my way.
Good.
All around, people pair off. The dances turn slower, the song gets softer. The woman in my arms presses closer, her hands wandering.
When she leans in I pull back with a soft gaze so the rejection doesn't hit too hard.
Yes, unlike other festivals I want to get laid tonight, but there's only one person my body has ever yearned for and is yearning for.
Deciding to shuffle down every reason why I shouldn't, I take a step in the direction of Ira.
But my steps falter when I see Cortis lean in, her lips brushing Ira’s cheek.
Ira’s eyes which are fixed on me widen. Her hands come up fast and she pushes at Cortis’s chest, shoving her back a step.
But she still touched her.
Something inside me snaps.
My legs move , Krist's fury mingling with mine as I stride toward them.
No one gets to touch what's mine.
Elric is there in an instant. His grip locks around my arm hard enough to cause pain, shocking me back to reality and yanking out of the dance floor, away from watching eyes.
“Ruel. Stop.” He says with urgency in his voice. “Scarface is watching. And whoever also secretly reports everything to the Alpha King. If you act on this, if anyone suspects there is something more than a commander protecting camp order, it will get back to the alpha king. And we both know that man will use it against you forever.”
“Fuck!” Krist roars in my head. “I really want her dead.”
“She kissed Ira.” I grit out, trying not to push Elric out of my way and get Cortis six feet where she belongs.
“She has no idea she's your mate. Calm down. This is Cortis. She's too loyal for you to not reason this out.”
“I have reasoned it out and…”
“Krist!”
“Mind how you call that name.” I growl, stepping towards him, feeling the strong need to protect my wolf.
“No Ruel, your eyes are turning fiery gold again. Wh…what if you…”
I rip my arm from Elric’s hold then turn sharply and storm away.
Footsteps run behind me. Light and fast and I assume it's Elric so I increase my pace.
There's so much heat inside me it feels like I'm being eaten alive.
I push the door of my room and storm inside. My heart races, my shoulders tensed up.
Getting on my knees, I yank open the wooden drawer under my desk.
When I don't find it there I check under the bed, by the window, under the pile of maps...
“Where is the damn suppressant?” I hiss, not sure if they want for fury but desperate enough to try.
The door creaks and I stand straighter. The moment it opens, her floral scent hits me.
“Ira,”