Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224

He took my finger back into his mouth. this time deliberately scraping his teeth against the sensitive tip. I noticed with shock that my first finger had completely healed no crack, no pain, just smooth skin still wet from his mouth..

My gaze drifted to his chest, where the wounds Ed inflicted earlier had dried to crusty lines of blood. Without thinking, I raised my other injured hand and pressed my bleeding fingertips against the cuts.

Tristan caught my wrist, eyes widening. What are you doing?”

“Making things equal.” I didn’t try to break his hold. “I don’t want your help. But since you’re helping me, I want to return the favor…. My. blood can heal them right now,”

His mouth curved into a dangerous smile. “Is anything between us ever that simple?”

I didn’t respond. The wounds beneath my fingers began to close, the skin knitting together before my eyes. Only faint traces of blood remained as evidence they had ever existed. But the older scar–the one I’d left during the war–remained unchanged

My fingers remained on his chest, tracing the old scar. “Why did you keep this one?” I asked, eyes narrowing. “You could have had someone heal it months ago.”

Tristan leaned forward until our breaths mingled. He picked up my now–healed hand and brought it to his lips, tongue flicking out to trace the inside of my wrist. His eyes never left mine, studying every reaction.

“If you could heal me the way I’m healing you,” he murmured against my skin, “I wouldn’t just be grateful.”

I yanked my hand away, cheeks burning. “Are you trying to humiliate me? Or prove something?”

Silence. His eyes slid away from mine. Without another word, he took my other hand and methodically began healing each injured finger, taking them into his mouth one by one.

My thighs clenched involuntarily as his tongue worked over my skin. When he finished with the last finger, he released my hand and stepped back.

“I only wanted to make it clear I didn’t mean to let you walk into that meeting room.”

I looked down at my healed fingers, still glistening with his saliva in the office light. “Stop lying. Your employee directed me to that room. You wanted to see me humiliated, didn’t you?”

“No matter what I do, you won’t believe me, will you?”

“There’s nothing to believe, Alpha.” I wiped my fingers on my jeans. “I know you too well.”

Something darkened in his eyes. In one fluid motion, his arm circled my waist, yanking me against him. My chest pressed against his bare torso, the heat of his skin burning through my thin shirt. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong.

My legs parted instinctively, his thigh sliding between mine until we were pressed together from chest to hips.

“You claim to know me.” His voice dropped to a rasp, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “Then tell me what I want.”

I turned my face away. ‘I don’t care what you want.”

Inside me, Astrid howled. I want him. Lysandra! Mount him now!

The intensity of my wolf’s desire shocked me. Despite my verbal rejection of Tristan, she still recognized him as my mate. Why had the Moon Goddess chosen him, of all people?

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Chapter 224

Tristan’s hand tightened on my waist while the other gripped my wrist. Iis noge traced a slow path up my neck, inhaling deeply. The sound he mathea low, satisfied growl–sent shivers racing down my spine.

I felt the scrape of teeth against my throat, precisely where a mating mark would go. My body arched toward him of its own accord, seeking Contact I consciously didn’t want.

With a burst of desperate energy, I grabbed his hand and bit down hard. Blood beaded on his skin, the coppery taste filling my mouth. Rather than pulling away, Tristan laughed softly, bringing his hand closer to my lips.

Try that again, he challenged. ‘Let’s see who breaks first.

1 glared up at him, then bit down harder, breaking the skin further.

Tristan chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest where it pressed against mine. “Are you a dog or a wolf? Want to bite somewhere else? I have plenty of places you can… mark.”

I released his hand, wiping the blood from my lips with the back of my hand. “Go try these dirty tricks on your fiancée, not me.”

With a push against his chest, I slid off the desk and bolted toward the door. I expected him to stop me, to grab me again, but he didn’t move. I threw open the door and fled, painfully aware of the dampness between my thighs.

My fury blinded me to my surroundings, and I slammed directly into someone rounding the corner. The impact knocked me back a step, my purse tumbling to the floor.

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