His Silent Luna (Verity and Felicity) novel Chapter 11

Gideon pinned me firmly against the cold wall, his eyes burning with accusation as he demanded to know if I had drugged him. Panic surged through me, and I shook my head desperately, trying to convince him with silent urgency. How could I have done such a thing? The very thought was absurd—why would I ever want to harm him?

His grip tightened around my arms, the heat of his skin pressing into mine, making it impossible to think clearly. “What did you do?” he asked again, his voice lower now, rougher, but laced with something almost tender beneath the anger.

I could only shake my head once more, confusion swirling in my mind. Had something been slipped into the food? No, he hadn’t eaten anything yet. The wine—was that the cause? Nora had left that bottle behind. Did she suspect something was wrong with it? I should have found her first, asked her, but it was too late now.

Gideon leaned in closer, his nose brushing against my hair. “You smell good,” he murmured, voice thick and strange. “So good.”

I squirmed, caught off guard by the sudden softness in his tone. What was he saying? First, he accused me of poisoning him, and now he was complimenting my scent?

His hand moved to cup my chin, steadying me. When I met his gaze, I froze. The familiar green I always saw in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a glowing golden hue—the unmistakable sign that his wolf was in control. Gideon was no longer himself; his primal side had taken over.

I stopped struggling, knowing better than to provoke a wolf in this state. Instead, I held still, bracing myself for whatever was coming next, silently hoping he would regain control soon.

He inhaled deeply again, nuzzling the curve of my neck with a growl rumbling low in his throat. His teeth grazed my skin with small, sharp bites, sending a jolt of surprise and pain through me. Yet the kisses that followed were soft, intoxicating, and I gasped at the conflicting sensations.

A warm fire ignited deep inside me as Gideon continued to shower my skin with bites and kisses. Then, with a low growl, he claimed my lips in a fierce, wet kiss.

My mouth parted instinctively, his tongue exploring mine. I tasted the tang of the wine he’d drunk, mixed with something darker, more primal beneath it.

Gideon lowered me gently to the floor but kept my body pinned beneath his. His hands roamed freely—one tracing teasing lines along my ribs, the other gliding softly over my throat.

Heat bloomed through me, spreading rapidly, igniting sensations I had no words for. I moaned quietly into another kiss, overwhelmed but craving more.

His hands drifted lower. The one that had caressed my throat slid down to my chest, carefully unlacing my dress. His touch stoked a fierce fire beneath my skin, making my whole body burn with pleasure.

The hand on my side moved down to my hip, kneading the flesh with a possessive grip before tugging my skirt aside. A single finger brushed against tender skin, and I gasped, the sound lost in my silence.

“Yes,” his wolf growled deep in his throat. “Yes, ready.”

Before I could even form a question or beg him to stop—or perhaps to never stop—he bent down and lifted me into his arms. I felt dizzy as he carried me through the dimly lit rooms, the world tilting and swaying around us.

When we reached his bedroom, Gideon laid me down on the bed and climbed over me, his presence overwhelming. I pressed my hands against his chest, torn between the voice of reason telling me to push him away and the fierce heat pooling inside me that urged me closer.

I called on my own wolf for strength. She answered with a surge of warmth and fierce, aching desire. My wolf wanted this as much as Gideon’s did. I surrendered to the waves of heat and longing, swept away by her will.

Gideon nuzzled between my thighs, growling softly as the fabric of my dress tangled around his face. With a swift motion, he tore it free, his own clothes following suit.

I writhed beneath him as his mouth and hands explored every inch of exposed skin. His breath was hot against me, his fingers tracing fiery patterns that left me trembling.

Inside me, my wolf howled for more, the hunger growing unbearable.

He captured my lips again, the sweetness of his tongue and the taste of wine making my head spin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his body press firmly against mine.

Pressure built inside me, relentless and consuming. I writhed and panted as Gideon moved with purpose, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. It was exquisite but not enough. My wolf whimpered in frustration, but I had no voice to express her longing.

I shook my head vehemently, but of course, he couldn’t see the denial in my eyes.

“Whatever it was, it worked,” he continued bitterly. “I barely remember last night. But I know what you did—I can smell it.”

He shuddered as if disgusted. I curled inward, heart aching. I hadn’t drugged him—how could I have? Where would I even get something like that?

“Did you really think you could be my wife? A mute like you?” Gideon sneered, his words cutting deep.

I flinched at the cruelty in his tone. I never wanted to be his wife. I didn’t want anything from him at all.

“Well, it won’t happen,” he said coldly. “I hope you enjoyed yourself, because that’s the last time I’ll ever touch you.”

I recoiled, not wanting his touch ever again—not after this.

Gideon likely had more harsh things to say, but before he could continue, a knock sounded sharply at the door.

We both jumped at the interruption.

“It’s Nora,” he said grimly.

My heart sank, dread flooding through me. How could I possibly explain this to her now? The tension in the room thickened, leaving me trapped between fear and uncertainty as the door creaked open.