My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

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bsp; “When?” I whispered, my eyes falling to his lips. “Will it matter? You have noticed, I’ve already almost given into you.”

“What is holding you back? Your lack of knowledge.”

“No,” I shook my head. “I’ve been abandoned a lot, Theseus. My mother left me when I was young. My father buried himself in his work and emotionally left me, too. One by one, friends disappeared. So, I don’t let people in easily because I need you to prove first that you’ll stay. Not just when I’m at my best but when I’m at my worst.”

“I understand.” He kissed my cheek, and I leaned into his lips. “You need an escape, and being mated won’t allow that. I cannot ask you to trust me any more than you have, so know this, even if you never wish to be mated, I will stay by you until you tell me to leave.”

“You aren’t worried about being called a pet?” I questioned, stroking the side of his face.

“Here is one of my flaws. I do not often care about others. My heart extends to my family, and you are part of my family now,” he whispered into my neck.

I shivered when his hands slid down to my backside, and my nipples tightened as I wrapped my arms around him, his chest against mine. I could smell the lust rising from both of us. I couldn’t help but moan as he kissed me, grabbing the top of my breast, playing with my nipples through the fabric with his thumb with one hand, as the other squeezed my ass.

“Theseus…Oh,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Slowly, he kissed up my neck, my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, until his lips were directly over mine. The way the moonlight hit the top of his head made it look like he was a saint, and yet, the look in his eyes told me he was anything but. And he was holding on for dear life not to expose the sinister parts of himself. However, I remembered the whispers of every other woman that room, and how they all spoke of him. How they all wanted him, begged him, and yet, here he was right now, begging for me. Wanting only me.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

“I may not be able to stop, Druella,” he whispered back.

“Kiss…”

He didn’t wait. His lips were like a wave as they overtook me, and I knew then as my mouth opened for him, and my eyes closed, that heaven was on the tip of his tongue this whole time. My body trembled with pleasure. My hands ached to feel his skin on mine. I was warm all over like I was basking in the sun, but I could see stars, and then, it was gone.

“Theseus?” I opened my eyes confused, and he wasn’t there. “Theseus, where are you?”

“I’m right here.”

Spinning around, sure enough, he was there, but…but he stood, not on the patio, but in front of a large wall of books, wearing dark jeans, a button-down shirt, and a grey sweater on top of it. Putting down the book in his hand, he started to walk to me. “What is wrong, my love?”

Before I could speak to him, he walked right through me, turning back around in the entryway of some townhouse…stood me…mortal me. I was dressed in my favorite ripped, dark blue jeans with a white shirt and a large cardigan, holding my old laptop bag, the imagine of Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss, which I had thrown out months ago after spilling ink on it. But it didn’t have ink on it.

“Druella, tell me what it is?” he pressed, holding my cheeks as I bit back tears.

“I need you to trust me, Theseus, and get out of here. I will follow, but I need you to go first.”

“If you think I am just going to accept that, you do not know me well enough.” He frowned. “Tell me what is happening. I will help, and then we can leave together.”

“You can’t help me, Theseus. This between the coven and me. I have to do it alone.”

He shook his head. “You are my mate. There is no such thing as alone. You may be a powerful witch, Druella, but you cannot take on your whole coven by yourself.”

I watched as I stepped back, pulling my hands from his face. “Watch me.”

“Druella? Druella?”

Opening my eyes, I looked up. The moon was still there, and Theseus was still in its light. His grey eyes stared down in shock and confusion. It took a second, wondering what the hell was scratching my back when I realized I was laying down.

“What happened?” he questioned, helping me sit up. “One moment you were kissing me, and the next you collapsed almost as if you had fainted?”

I just sat there, unable to answer on fake grass, confused. What I had seen wasn’t a dream; it felt…it felt like a memory. But how could I have a memory of him when I’d just met him? I didn’t know him before. I didn’t know witches or a coven.

“Druella—”

“Theseus, drink from me, see for yourself because…because I need to know that I’m not crazy.”