Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable-Chapter 380 Alpha’s Temptation

Cecilia’s pov

"Mmph."I pushed against Sebastian’s chest, trying to create some space between us.

My efforts were useless.

His large hand caught my wrist, pinning it to the pillow as his mouth claimed mine.

His tongue shoved past my lips, taking what he wanted.

My nightgown disappeared in seconds.

No idea where it went. Didn’t care.

Every rational thought in my head just... dissolved. There was only one thing left : finishing this. Letting him in.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. I could feel him right there, that thick press of his cock against my soaked core, and my whole body screamed yes.

"No."The word was a growl, rough, like it cost him something to say it.

His hands gripped my waist, holding me away from where we both needed him to be.

He buried his face against my neck, his breathing ragged as he fought for control. When he finally looked up, he tried to untangle my legs, my arms... it didn’t work.

I refused to let go.

"Cece... "Warning. Strain. Like he was two seconds from losing it.

I opened my eyes and fixed him with a look that could’ve frozen Colorado Springs

solid.

Sebastian actually looked startled. Like he’d forgotten I had teeth. He stroked my hair, apologetic. "Sorry. I shouldn’t tease you while you’re pregnant. My bad. Let’s just sleep."

He tried again to move my arms.

I held tighter. "Sleep? You think I can sleep right now? After that? "

He sighed, pinching my cheek.

I stared him down.Not backing off. "I don’t care how you fix it. You lit this fire, you put it out. Take responsibility, or I swear by the Moon Goddess, you’ll never touch me again. Not a finger. Not a look. "

Sebastian went quiet. Thinking.

Then : "I’ll take responsibility."

My expression softened. Just a little.

Our eyes locked. That charge between us? Still there. Always there. The next moment, I pulled his face down to mine.

His kisses traveled lower, hot and open-mouthed across my collarbone, down my stomach. I gasped as his mouth kept going south, lower, lower, until... fuck. His tongue found my clit, flat and warm, and my whole body jerked like I’d been shocked.

"Oh, god... "

My fingers tangled in his hair as he ate me out like he had something to prove. Which, okay, maybe he did. His tongue worked me over, circling, pressing, dipping lower to tease my entrance before coming back up.

And he kept hitting it.

Again. Again.

He’d pull back just when I got close, then dive back in harder.

My hips bucked against his mouth. I couldn’t help it. I was dripping, a mess, and he just kept going, a low sound rumbling against my thigh like he was proud of himself.

"Sebastian... "I moaned, arching into him. "I’m gonna... fuck, don’t stop... "

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, giving himself more room. His tongue flicked faster, harder, and that pressure in my gut wound tighter and tighter until—

It crashed into me. Hard.

My back came off the bed, a raw sound tearing out of my throat as I came on his face. He didn’t stop. He worked me through it, lapping me up like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, until I was shaking, oversensitive, trying to push his head away.

He finally pulled back, chin wet, eyes dark, looking thoroughly satisfied with himself.

My fingertips traced lazy patterns across his abs as my breathing slowly evened out.

"Cece, can you... "Sebastian caught my wandering hand, guiding it lower.

I felt him through his boxers. Still hard. Still thick.

But my eyes were already glued shut.

"Can’t,"I mumbled. "Done. Dead. Ask tomorrow."

He sighed. "Fine. But I’m remembering this."

I was already halfway asleep. Didn’t care.

--

I slept until ten the next morning.

Lying in bed, I watched Sebastian sitting on the sofa across the room, looking cool and composed in his business attire. He’d clearly been up for hours, handling who knows what while I’d been dead to the world. Remembering what he’d done for me last night... I felt a twinge of guilt. The guy had gone above and beyond. Way above.

"You’re up,"he said, pulling out his earbuds and coming over to sit beside me on the bed.

My gaze traveled from his lips to his Adam’s apple, then down to his chest. "Mmhm. Have you been up long?"

"Couldn’t sleep."

"Insomnia?"

He shook his head. "Hunger."

I bit my lip guiltily. "Hungry? Why didn’t you just grab something to eat?"

Sebastian gave me a look. The kind of look that said I was either clueless or cruel.

"Did Harper and the others get back?"I deflected, fast.

"They did,"he said evenly. "Even had a late-night snack together. Funny how a full stomach helps you sleep."

I stared at him silently. The passive-aggression was almost impressive.

Sebastian took my hand and placed it on his thigh. "Cece, I’m dying here."

"I hear self-reliance is a virtue,"I shot back. "You’ve got two perfectly good hands. I believe in you !"

I yanked my hand free and slipped off the other side of the bed, making a break for the bathroom.

I’d just finished brushing my teeth when I heard the door lock behind me. Heat pressed against my back, and when I turned, coffee-flavored lips found mine.

"Have a little sympathy for your mate,"he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough.

"What mate? I don’t see any... "

The rest dissolved as his tongue swept in, stealing my words, my breath, my will to run.

We stayed in the bathroom for quite some time.

When we finally emerged, my lips were swollen, my wrists were sore, and the inside of my thighs felt raw. Note to self : play with fire, get deliciously burned.

Sebastian carried me back to bed, where we caught another hour of sleep, tangled up like we were supposed to be.

Author’s pov

That morning, the entire manor was humming with gossip.

The third-floor master bedroom stayed conspicuously quiet, but everywhere else? The staff was already deep in speculation.

Lady Daisy had vanished.

--

At noon, Alpha Sebastian visited Riley, whose fever had finally broken. He fed her lunch himself and gently explained that her mother had urgent business out of town and wouldn’t return for some time.

Riley nodded obediently, accepting his words without question.

Around three o’clock, Alpha Sebastian’s maternal grandparents, Philip and Mabel Lawson, returned from their vacation retreat along with his aunt Scarlett Lawson.

As they entered the grand foyer, they found Alpha Sebastian waiting for them.

He rose to greet them with a warm smile.

Mabel’s face lit up with delight. "Sebastian ! What a wonderful surprise !"She embraced Alpha Sebastian, then glanced around expectantly. "Where’s your mother? I thought the whole family was coming."

"I had some business to attend to, so I arrived early,"Sebastian explained. "They’ll join us in a few days."

Mabel pouted playfully. "If I’d known you were coming, I wouldn’t have gone on vacation at all."

Alpha Sebastian wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "How could I have known you and Grandfather were vacationing?"

Scarlett interjected, "Mother, that’s enough. Let’s catch up properly with Sebastian."

Alpha Sebastian smiled teasingly at Scarlett. "I heard you had an incident at a charity event recently?"

"Oh goodness,"Scarlett sighed dramatically. "Daisy took me to this charity gala. All the society ladies were there. And somehow, during the reception, I got completely lost."

"Speaking of which, where is Daisy?"

The question caught Philip and Mabel’s attention too. They looked around, expecting to see Daisy.

Philip called for the butler , only to discover he was nowhere to be found either.

"Where’s the butler?"Philip demanded of a nearby maid.

The servant stammered nervously, "The butler ... he... he’s... gone, sir."

Philip frowned deeply.

Mabel and Scarlett exchanged confused glances.

"She’s correct,"Alpha Sebastian smoothly intervened, rescuing the uncomfortable maid. "the butler is indeed missing. There have been several... incidents here recently. Let’s discuss this somewhere private."

Philip’s expression turned grave.

"Sebastian, come with me,"Philip instructed, leaning on his cane as he headed toward his study.

Alpha Sebastian moved to support him.

Mabel and Scarlett remained behind, quietly interrogating the staff about recent events.

The servants, caught between fear of speaking and fear of withholding, carefully recounted only what they’d directly witnessed.

After hearing their accounts, the two women were even more bewildered.

"Riley was ill?"

"Daisy left in the middle of the night to search for Sebastian’s secretary and hasn’t returned?"

The Lawson women exchanged meaningful glances, sharing the same unspoken thought : What made this secretary so important?

Perhaps this mysterious woman held some significant position they weren’t aware of?