Avenging Luna
Chapter 41: Seduction

Chapter 41: Seduction

Leila’s POV:

I woke up late in the morning, every muscle sore from the ravenous adventures I’d shared with my mate. The memories of last night sent a shiver down my spine, but I smiled when I noticed Drake had already prepared a hot bath for me. The scent of lavender and warmth of the steam filled the room, a welcome relief after everything we’d done. As I stretched and turned to leave the bed, Drake appeared, his lips pressing softly against mine in a lingering good morning kiss.

"Already awake, beautiful?" he whispered, his voice dripping with that teasing tone I’d come to recognize.

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his hands already wandering to my waist, his intentions unmistakable. "I think we could make this morning even better than last night," he murmured against my skin.

I laughed, shoving him back playfully. "You’re too horny for my own good," I teased, shaking my head at his audacity. His lips twisted into a pout, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That’s your fault," he countered with a smirk. "You made me wait too long."

Rolling my eyes, I slipped out of his grasp and made my way to the bathroom. As I stood at the door, I felt his eyes on me—hungry, filled with lust. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice low and sinful. His gaze traveled over my body, his intentions clear. "You know you’ll enjoy it more than last night."

My face heated, and I dashed into the bathroom, blushing furiously. The wicked things he’d done to me were still fresh in my mind, and just thinking about it made a familiar heat pool between my legs. Get it together, Leila.

But just as I tried to compose myself, his voice linked to my thoughts. I can feel your wicked thoughts, you know. They’re turning me on.

My heart raced, and I cursed under my breath. Shit. I forgot he could read my thoughts now. Without wasting another second, I blocked him, cutting off the connection between us. Stepping into the hot bath, the soothing water surrounded me, easing the ache in my body. But even the warmth of the bath couldn’t drown out the heat that had stirred inside me all over again.

Stepping out of the bath, I wrapped myself in a robe that barely covered my thighs. The fabric was soft against my skin, but it didn’t do much in terms of modesty. As I opened the bathroom door, the delicious aroma of bacon and toast wafted through the air, and my stomach growled in appreciation.

With no clothes to wear, I ventured into the kitchen, hoping to find Drake, and there he was, moving to some strange beat while cooking. The sight of him dancing made me laugh, and I couldn’t help but be amused by his goofy moves. But when he turned around and saw me, the laughter died in my throat. His eyes darkened with lust as they raked over my barely covered body.

He abandoned his cooking and started walking toward me, his gaze never leaving mine. Instinctively, I took a step back for every step he took forward, my heart racing. He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. But my retreat was cut short when I felt the cold surface of the refrigerator press against my back. *Damn, cornered.*

Drake placed his hands on either side of me, caging me in. I looked up, trying to explain why I was only wearing a robe. "I didn’t have any clothes to wear," I started, but his low chuckle sent a delightful shiver down my spine.

"I hid them," he said in a husky voice, leaning in closer. "You thought I’d let you off so easily after you rejected me when I wanted to join you in the bath?"

Before I could respond, his lips captured mine, devouring them with a hunger that made my knees weak. His hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I was so lost in the kiss that I didn’t realize he had carried me to the kitchen counter until I felt the cool surface against my skin.

He set me down with him standing between my legs, his fingers already working to untie the robe. Just as his hands were about to slip beneath the fabric, the scent of burning food filled the air, and smoke began to rise from the pan. The sudden realization made us both pull back, the intimate moment disrupted.

"Shit," Drake cursed, quickly turning off the cooker. The food was ruined, smoke still lingering in the air. He turned to me, shaking his head with a smirk. "You’re a bad distraction. Now, we’ll have to eat pancakes because you made me burn the bacon."

I raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "How is it my fault that you hid my clothes?"

He chuckled, as if his logic was irrefutable. "Well, sweetheart, if you’d just let me join you in the bath, I wouldn’t have had to resort to hiding your clothes."

His explanation was so absurdly reasonable that I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head at how ridiculous—and yet completely Drake—his reasoning was.

After that playful encounter in the kitchen, we sat down for breakfast, though not without some negotiations. I pleaded with Drake to return my clothes, but he insisted I must feed him first. Reluctantly, I agreed, but I knew he was up to no good. True to my suspicions, as soon as I sat beside him, he pulled me onto his lap, claiming it would be more comfortable for me.

As I fed him the last bite of his pancakes, he suddenly kissed me senseless, his hands roaming over me in a way that made my heart race. Just as I was melting into the kiss, he abruptly stopped, leaving me flustered and wanting more.

"I’ll go get your clothes now," he said, standing up with a smirk.

I was left breathless, watching him walk away, chuckling at how easily he had turned the tables on me. Frustrated and still reeling from the heated moment, I yelled after him, "I’ll get back at you for this!"

He turned around, grinning mischievously. "Bring it on," he called back, his eyes full of challenge.

I couldn’t help but smile, already plotting how I’d get back at him. If he thought he could get away with this, he had another thing coming.

After getting dressed, I watched as Drake picked up the envelope and my phone, which still held the recording of Lily’s confession. He gave me a reassuring nod before heading outside. I followed him, curious about what he was up to, and my breath caught when I saw what was parked in front of the cottage—a sleek, blue Lamborghini. I knew Drake was wealthy, but this was beyond anything I had imagined.

Clapping my hands excitedly, I practically skipped over to the car. "A Lamborghini? Are you kidding me?!" I squealed, barely able to contain my excitement.

The truth was, I had never ridden in a car like this before—heck, I’d only been in a car once in my entire life. But that ride was a nightmare I tried not to think about. It was the day Alpha Vanvil had come for me, shoving me into the trunk like I was nothing but garbage, telling me he didn’t want my "filth" trashing his precious car.

I quickly pushed those dark memories aside. Today was different—today, I wasn’t a scared girl being dragged off to a life of misery. Today, I was with Drake, someone who cared for me deeply. Smiling brightly, I climbed into the passenger seat, my heart racing with excitement as Drake slid in beside me. The engine roared to life, sending a thrill through me.

As we pulled away, I couldn’t help but giggle, the joy of the moment washing over me. The past didn’t matter right now—all that mattered was the here and now, and the man beside me who made me feel like I was worth everything.

As Drake parked the Lamborghini at the hospital, I turned to him with a wicked smile, my eyes sparkling with mischief. He gave me a suspicious look, clearly sensing something was up. But before he could react, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him toward me, crashing my lips onto his in a passionate kiss.

His moan, soft and needy, told me he was enjoying it as much as I was. I traced my fingers seductively along his skin, making sure he was thoroughly aroused. Then, with a cheeky grin, I bolted out of the car, leaving him breathless and cursing after me.

"Fuck," he cursed when he realized I just played him. "Leila, how am I supposed to come out now?" he shouted, his voice mixed with frustration and amusement.

I just shrugged my shoulders, my teasing smirk never fading. "Deal with it," I called back over my shoulder. "I’ll be waiting for you in the waiting room. And Drake, don’t keep a lady waiting."

With a final laugh, I walked into the hospital, leaving Drake to figure out how he was going to make his grand entrance.