Page 43 of Vicious Luna

It’s a fucking problem.A weakness.Am I really so easily swayed that I’ll just forget what I’ve been trained to believe my whole life and let what happened to Ben slide?

But even as I look at her, watching her lashes fan over her cheeks as she blinks, the subtle rise and fall of her chest with her breathing, I don’t see a murderous beast. I just see a sad girl who just wants to go home. And it’s fucking with my head.

“I gotta go,” I grumble, pushing up from the chair and kicking it away from the bars of the cell. Luna flinches at the sound, blinking at me as I turn around and start for the stairs.

Now isn’t the time for flimsy loyalty or second-guessing. Maybe my dad’s right. Maybe once we conclude our business here and move on, everything will go back to normal again.

Or maybe now that I’ve mether, it never will.

20

I’m back at square one after being shot up with wolfsbane and sedatives following my escape attempt. The sedatives have long since worn off, but the wolfsbane is taking longer to work its way through my system. I can’t feel my wolf yet, but she should be getting close to surfacing by this point. My full moon plan could still work. Until then, I need to bide my time, build my strength, and wait patiently for opportunities to present themselves.

That’s how my dad would play it. He’d keep his eyes and ears open, carefully watching and waiting for an opening to strike. He was a superior strategist, which was why the security squad came into fruition in the first place. He saw the need for a central team of warriors to serve the alliance; not only to defend the territory, but to foster camaraderie between the six separate packs that came together to reside there. Through each of the Alpha families having a place in squad leadership, they forged bonds and became like family- and now, my friends and I are carrying on the tradition as their progeny. That unity is what makes the six-pack alliance so special. Our connection runs far deeper than the land we callhome.

When people see me with my mom, they often comment on how similar we are. Fallon Eastwick-Kessler was nicknamed ‘barbie beast’ back when she joined the squad, and I’m her spitting image. But while it’s true that we’re both tall blondes who can kick ass and take names, I’ve always related more to my dad when it comes to how I approach problem-solving. I like to think I inherited his knack for strategy. That’s what’s going to carry me through until I get out of here; patience and perseverance in the long game. I’m going to play this so well that Cam will be like Julius Caesar when Brutus stuck the knife in.

Et tu, Luna?

Yeah, that’s the murderous fantasy keeping me going. The two of us always wind up sweaty and naked at some point in the fantasy, too, but my insane sexual attraction toward my captor isn’t going to keep me from doing what needs to be done to get home. My family and friends are depending on me to make it out of here alive. I won’t let them down.

Although it’s annoying to wait around for my wolf to resurface, at least I already have the advantage of knowing how they’re slipping me the wolfsbane so I can avoid it. When my breakfast tray is delivered, I don’t eat the crackers. I polish off everything else, then angle my body away from the camera to slip them into the top of my sports bra, just like yesterday. I’ve discovered that the hole I made in my mattress to hide the knife wasn’t a total waste, because it’s a perfect place to stash the crackers. I just have to be sly about it since that camera’s always on me and I don’t want Cam getting wise to what I'm doing.

Now that I know he’s the only one watching, I find myself glancing up at the camera more often, strangely titillated at the thought of his eyes following my every move. Too bad he doesn’t realize it’s just another tool I can use to play him. He can’t help his own sick fascination any more than I can, which is why I know there’s a good chance he’s watching as I slidemy tray to the floor and lay down on my bed, rolling onto my stomach. Propping myself up on my elbows, I glance toward the window and mindlessly swish my feet, as if I’m just taking in the pathetic view of the world outside my cell.

This is all carefully planned, though- from the position of my body to my lack of pants. I stripped them off last night and slept in my black thong while cooking up this exact scenario in my mind.

Shifting my weight on the flimsy mattress, I lift my hips slightly, coaxing the hem of my t-shirt to ride up and flash the camera a view of my bare ass. The move is intended to distract from what I’m really doing. One by one, I methodically fish the crackers out of my bra, slip my hand over the front of the mattress, and stuff them inside, keeping my eyes on the window and my ass in the air.

Totally just a blonde bimbo in her underwear looking out the window. Nothing to see here.

Once I’ve successfully hidden every one of the offending crackers, I roll onto my back, tucking my hands beneath my head and staring up at the camera mounted in the corner of my cell.

I wonder if he’s watching me right now, dick in hand, remembering how he chased me down and fucked me in the woods. If it was half as good for him as it was for me, then there’s no way heisn’tthinking about it every time he looks at me. It’sallI can think about when I look at him.

Still staring into the camera lens, I slide a hand out from beneath my head, slowly trailing it down the front of my body. If he’s being a voyeur, maybe I should give him a little show. Drive him crazy watching me until he can’t help but storm down here for the real thing.

A sly smirk curls my lips as I run my fingertips along the waistband of my panties, picturing Cam viewing me on the other end of that camera. I vividly recall the way he looked that night when I manipulated him into jacking off for me ashe sat outside my cell. The way his fist moved up and down over his length; how he’d pause and squeeze the tip to keep himself from coming too fast. The look of pure lust in his eyes. I wonder if that’s how he looks right now, secretly watching me from behind a computer screen like a goddamn creep.

I must be seriously disturbed, because that thought shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. When I slide my hand down into my panties and tease a finger between my folds, the evidence of my arousal is slick. Just like when he chased me down in the woods, I’m wet at the mere thought of my sexy-ass captor and his monster cock.

I guess since I’m already going to hell for sleeping with the enemy, one more time can’t hurt.

A shaky breath escapes me as I start circling my clit with a fingertip, my knees tipping apart to give the camera an unobstructed view of what I’m doing. I stare into the lens like I’m staring right into Cam’s eyes, imagining it’s his fingers teasing my clit instead of my own. When I slide a digit inside and pump it a few times, I imagine I’m riding his dick rather than my hand.

Okay, it’s harder to pretendthat’sthe real deal, considering the size of what my warden is packing in his boxer briefs. Guess I’m still a little bit dicknotized.

My thighs start to tremble, my breath coming out in short pants as the coil in my belly winds tighter with my ministrations. I rub my clit harder, biting my lip to stifle a whimper as I edge closer to climax. I don’t break eye contact with the camera- not even when I fall over the edge of bliss into a toe-curling orgasm, back arching off the mattress as I revel in the bittersweet rapture of release.

Within minutes of riding it out, I hear the beep of the lock disengaging at the top of the stairs, a twisted sense of victory spearing through me. I’ve barely even managed to catch my breath by the time Cam emerges at the bottom of thestaircase, stomping toward my cell like a man possessed and pinning me with a feral glare as he brandishes the keys to unlock the door.

Well, guess that answers the question as to whether he was watching.He should know better than to allow me to provoke him so easily, but what can I say? He’s clearly caught in my honey trap. Poor guy doesn’t have a chance now, and the more he lets his guard down, the more chances I’ll have to catch him by surprise.

I prop myself up on my elbows, cocking my head to the side as I watch him fumble with the keys in the cell door. “What’s up?” I ask coyly, giving him my best fuck-me eyes as I bat my lashes at him.

He’s rattled. I can tell by the jerkiness of his movements and the unhinged look in those dark eyes. The little show I put on panned out exactly how I’d hoped it would, tempting him to come down here and sin with me. But every time he gives in, he’s also giving me an opportunity at gaining the upper hand. My sins could very well be my salvation.

“You know what’s up,” he growls menacingly as he finally turns the key in the lock, shoving the door open and stepping inside. He kicks it shut behind him, swiftly re-locking it from the inside and slipping the keys into the front right pocket of his jeans.