Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 58: Tasha* (R18)

Jayden closed the door gently and sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed. Her scent; orange blossom, warm and soothing, washed over him, grounding him in the moment.

She took a shaky breath. "When my dad passed away... it broke me. I felt so alone and betrayed. But then Mom met Jessica's dad. And suddenly... I had a second chance at a family. I had a sister. Someone to cling to."

Jayden listened quietly, his hand resting near hers on the bed.

"Jessica and I... we bonded fast." she continued. "We were inseparable since we were five. We did everything together, we shared everything, and we loved each other. And then... you came along."

She smiled faintly, wistful. "I liked you, Jayden. From the start. You were kind. Brave. Mysterious. But... Jessica liked you too. And she said it first. So I stepped back. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to have something... someone, just for her."

Jayden's heart clenched as she spoke, realization dawning.

"I distanced myself from you," she continued. "That's why we never really bonded. I told myself I didn't like you that way. That I couldn't. But the truth is... I always did."

She bit her lip, voice trembling. "When you broke Jessica's heart... I hated you for it. I needed to hate you. It made it easier to push those feelings away. To tell myself you weren't worth it."

A soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips. "But when you came back... when you walked back into this house after five years... all those feelings came rushing back. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't pretend anymore. But it felt like it was sudden... like I was being too forward and assertive."

Then she looked into Jayden's eyes with warmth and affection. "But, Jayden. I want you to know... It wasn't sudden. It wasn't some overnight thing. I've always... loved you. I always will."

Silence settled over the room like a warm, heavy blanket.

Jayden sighed, his gaze soft, reverent. "Tasha..."

She looked up at him, eyes shimmering. "I know it's messy. I know it's complicated. But... that's my truth."

Jayden reached for her hand again, intertwining their fingers. "Thank you... for trusting me with it."

Her lips trembled into a hopeful smile. "So... what happens now?"

Jayden leaned closer, his forehead brushing hers gently, his voice a quiet promise. "Now... we take it one step at a time. Together."

Tasha nodded with a smile, she felt so relieved and happy. It was like a heavy weight had finally been lifted off her chest.

Then Jayden pulled back slightly, and cleared his throat. "Ahem! Um... so, did Jessica say anything else... about me?" he asked, his heart thumping.

Tasha shook her head. "No..."

Jayden heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God." he thought.

"...Why? Is there something else you want to talk about?" she continued, her brows raised.

Jayden sighed deeply, he kept her hand in his, tracing his thumb gently along her knuckles. His gaze softened, shadowed by something deeper—something haunted and hopeful all at once.

He didn't exactly know what to tell her. He couldn't just say:

"Hey, Tasha. I'm a werewolf with a weird system that gives me the ability to take the abilities of beasts". That would be awkward, and she might even question his sanity.

So as usual, he cooked up the best arrangements of words in his head, and poured it out nicely.

"Tasha..." he began, his voice low, almost fragile. "My life... it's complicated."

She stayed quiet, watching him.

"There are things I don't understand about myself," Jayden continued, his eyes distant, heavy with quiet storms. "Secrets. Mysteries. Powers I never asked for. Things that don't make sense yet."

He swallowed, his throat tightening. "But I'm trying. Every day, I'm trying to unravel it all. To figure out what I am... who I am. Why things happened the way they did. And I can't pretend I have the answers right now."

Tasha squeezed his hand, her expression soft and patient.

"But I promise you..." he leaned closer, his forehead brushing against hers again, his voice turning earnest, trembling with quiet conviction. "I'll be here. For you. With you. Always. And one day... when I finally understand it all... I'll tell you everything."

Tasha's lips curved into the sweetest smile he'd ever seen. Her tears shimmered like jewels in her eyes. "Jayden..." she whispered, leaning into him. "I trust you. You don't have to have it all figured out. I don't care how long it takes... all I want is to be by your side."

Something in him broke then—something cold and guarded and lonely.

And in its place bloomed warmth. Light and deep affection.

He released a shaky breath, pulling her gently closer. "Tasha..."

And without thinking, without hesitation, she surged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down into her embrace.

And then...

Their lips met.

Soft. Sweet.

A gentle, tentative brush that melted them both in an instant.

Jayden's hands instinctively found her waist, holding her as if she might disappear, as if she was something precious and fleeting. Her lips were warm, tender, tasting faintly of strawberry.

Their breaths mingled in the quiet space between their mouths, and when they parted just slightly, their eyes met—glowing, shimmering, lost in each other.

Jayden was stunned, he hadn't expected Tasha to suddenly kiss him, claiming his first. But he had also claimed hers as well.

Tasha was also in awe, it was as if she had moved on instinct. She wasn't in control of her body at the time. And even now, she still wasn't.

They both liked the taste of one another... and they wanted more. They wanted to feel each other again.

And then—

Their lips crashed together again, this time with urgency.

Passion.

Heat.

Desire.

Jayden felt her fingers thread into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it wasn't just lips meeting lips, but souls colliding. His hands slid up her back, tracing the curves of her spine, memorizing the shape of her against him. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

She tilted her head, letting him explore her mouth with a slow, deliberate slide of his tongue, tasting her, teasing her.

~Mmhnn!

Tasha moaned into his mouth, then she responded in kind, her tongue shy at first, then bold, dancing with his, coaxing soft groans from deep in his chest.

The world faded away.

There was no room, no walls, no past, no future—just the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the shared heartbeat thundering between them.

Every kiss deepened, every sigh pulled them closer, every hungry press of lips fanned the flames building between them.

Her lips were softer than he imagined, sweeter than he dreamed. His were firmer, tender yet wild beneath her touch.

It was like a dream come true for both of them. Like they've always wanted to do this, but were held back by a barrier.

But now, that barrier had been broken. And at the moment, neither of them cared about anything else in the world. They only wanted each other badly.

Nothing else mattered.

Their hands roamed timidly at first, then bolder—his fingers tangling in her hair, hers tracing his jaw, pulling him back in every time he tried to break away for air.

Neither wanted to stop.

Neither could.

It was their first kiss—but it felt like destiny, like something written in the stars long before their souls ever met.

When they finally parted, breathless and flushed, a bridge of saliva connecting their lips. They lingered there—foreheads pressed together, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and tingling.

Jayden smiled, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "Tasha..." he whispered, voice hoarse, reverent.

Tasha giggled softly, her cheeks pink, her lips glistening. "Yeah?"

"You're incredible," he murmured. "You're... everything."

She shook her head shyly, biting her lip as her fingers traced lazy patterns along his chest. "No... I'm just yours."

Jayden's heart stuttered in his chest. "Yeah..." he breathed. "Mine."

She giggled, and pulled him down again, claiming his lips once more—slow, lingering, savoring the taste of him, memorizing the feel of his mouth.

~Mmhnn! You taste so good."

Tasha moaned, pressing deeply into Jayden's lips. She wanted to claim every single part of his mouth like her life depended on it.

This was something she had wanted for a long time, something she had hoped for... something she had dreamt of countless times. And now, it was happening.

It felt surreal, and she still couldn't believe it was happening. But she didn't need to believe, she just needed to feel.

After a while of sucking on Jayden's lips, she finally released him to catch her breath. Still holding on to his neck to show that she wasn't finished. That she wasn't satisfied. Not yet.

The room was hushed, wrapped in twilight, and the only thing that moved was the soft thrum of their shared breath.

Tasha's fingers trailed lightly along Jayden's arm, her touch feather-soft but purposeful. She was studying his face—not with hesitation, but with trust. With decision.

And then, she gently took his hand, guiding it upward until it rested softly over her breasts, her eyes never leaving his.

"Touch me, Jayden," she whispered, voice trembling but certain. "I want to feel your hands on my body."

Jayden's heart pounded in his chest. Time seemed to slow, the air thick with heat and vulnerability. Her words echoed in his mind like a prayer, and for a brief second, he hesitated—not from doubt, but reverence. Awe. Desire wrapped in respect.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers, letting their breaths merge again. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely more than a breath.

Tasha nodded, her lips parting slightly. "Yes."

His hand, already over her, moved gently—slowly sliding over the curve of her through the fabric of her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin barrier. She gasped softly, the sound stirring something primal in him.

He kissed her again, deeper now, fuller—his lips parting hers, his hand exploring with gentle reverence. Then he drifted lower, letting his mouth trail kisses along her jawline, then her neck, each kiss deliberate, lingering.

Tasha arched into him slightly, her breath catching as his kisses found the sensitive space just beneath her ear. Her fingers laced behind his neck, clutching him closer.

His other hand found her waist, holding her like she was precious. Fragile. Desired.

Beneath his fingertips, she trembled—not in fear, but in the release of long-held emotion. It was the feeling of being wanted, seen, understood.

His touch grew bolder but never rushed. There was no haste in this moment. Only presence.

She guided him further, her shirt rising inch by inch as his hands explored the soft warmth of her skin. When his fingers brushed under her bra and he cupped her breasts fully, his fingers squeezing gently.

~Ahhnn!

she let out the softest whimper, her body pressing into him like she'd been waiting for his touch all her life.

"Jayden..." she breathed, her voice a whisper wrapped in heat.

He lifted his head to meet her gaze. Her eyes were glazed with affection, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen from their kiss.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough, like something sacred was caught in his throat.

She smiled, biting her lip, and whispered back, "And you're mine."

Jayden smiled, his eyes glinting with desire. His dick had hardened a long time ago, but he kept himself in check. As much as he craved more of her, he knew that going all out wasn't a choice that belonged to him. It had to be her decision. He respected her that much.

So he boiled down his lust, and diminished the desire to push Tasha on the bed and let his sexual hunger for her body take over.

Tasha frowned, seeing that Jayden had paused. She tightened her grip on his neck and pulled his head towards her face, their lips locking in a heated passion.

Jayden broke free of the kiss and moved his lips to her chin, trailing down her throat. He squeezed her breasts again, feeling the softness of her skin and the hardness of her nipple.

~Mmhhn!

Tasha moaned, her head falling back as Jayden's mouth moved to her collarbone, his teeth nipping at her skin. He teased her nipple, pinching and rubbing it until it was hard and erect. Tasha's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath his touch.

Jayden moved to her other breast, his mouth and hands working in tandem to drive Tasha wild. He loved the way her body responded to his touch, the way she moaned and writhed beneath him. He could feel his own desire building, his dick throbbing in his pants. But he remained calm.

Not yet.

Jayden kept fondling her breasts, causing her to moan in pleasure. His excitement was off the charts as his fingers played with her nipples. It was a feeling he'd never experienced before, and he desired more. He wanted more.

Tasha noticed Jayden's discomfort, as he grunted from time to time, as if holding back something painful. She didn't know why at first, then her gaze shifted down to his legs.

And that's when she saw it... A huge bulge in Jayden's pants, throbbing wildly like a dragon begging to be freed.

Her face reddened instantly as she raised her head to look at Jayden, who was smiling wrly. His cheeks flushed.

"Does it... hurt?" she asked

Jayden shook his head. "Not really." he smiled

Tasha felt guilty. All this time, he had been the one giving her pleasure. And she failed to consider his needs too. She knew she had to even up.

Her lips parted slightly, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness as she whispered:

"Can I... touch it?"