Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Celeste-

"Anything?" Brendon whispered in my ear while his hand gently squeezed my throat, and he pushed into me slowly.

"We did not do it three times the first time," I insisted before I gasped as his cock stroked over a pleasurable spot.

"We did, and then once in the morning. You couldn't have enough of me," he chuckled, then nipped the lobe. Somehow that movement while he pushed his cock into me again made something appear in my head, and I remembered something.

"Are you sure?" Brendon asks.

"I am sure."

"If you want to wait-"

"Brendon, I want to be with you," I state and begin to undress.

"Wait, do that again," I panted, feeling my body tighten as I got ready to come again.

"This?" he teased me, then pushed deep into me as he bit my earlobe.

"Ah yes!" I gasped as memories filled my mind again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good," I say, yet I feel so full with him inside me. It hurt taking him in, but I want him. I want him more than I have wanted anyone before. "Please move."

He lets out the darkest little sound, so pleased to hear me beg for him, and he leans down, biting my neck gently as he begins to move.

"You're mine, Celeste," he growls before he marks me.

"You marked me like this," I whispered as I clung to Brendon, coming apart around him, and he continued to fuck me through my pleasure.

"I did. I couldn't stop myself. Not when I finally had you in my bed."

"I loved it," I whimpered, remembering the feeling.

"Something is coming back to you," he stated, and I nodded despite it not being a question.

But why did it feel as if I could remember two firsts? It was so confusing to me, but I could barely focus on it as Brendon began fucking me faster, chasing his own release. I still had so many questions, but they didn't feel more important than Brendon.

***

After having gotten cleaned up, we just lay in bed, with Brendon caressing my arm and shoulder and watching me with a little smile.

"What made me change my mind about us?" I asked.

"Just time. And the bond is almost impossible to fight, though I must admit you fought well," he teased me.

"You gave me a lot of reason not to trust you."

"So you haven't completely forgotten everything," he said with a little sad smile.

"No. But I don't understand why this has happened to me. Why would I forget my own mate?" I whispered, and I could see he felt just as confused. Neither of us had an answer as to what was going on. All we knew was that something wasn't quite right with me.

"I don't know. But as long as you still want to be with me and work on getting your memories back, then it's going to be all right," he said.

"My body remembers. Every time you touch me, I just never want you to stop," I explained, seeing a smile on his lips as I told him how much I wanted him.

"Well, that makes me very happy to hear."

I smiled up at him, and he leaned closer and kissed me softly. I still found it hard to believe Brendon and I were true mates, but it was confirmed every time we were close. I didn't want anyone more than I wanted Brendon. If that was not a true bond, I was unsure what was.

"We will figure it out, Celeste," he assured me.

"Yeah, I know, I just feel so... dizzy from everything."

"Then I will just have to keep distracting you."

Brendon turned us around, so I ended up on my back underneath him. I chuckled happily as his lips found mine again, and he certainly delivered a good distraction. -Brendon-

I watched Celeste walk around in the room, getting dressed and trying to remember where her stuff was. She had gotten a few memories back, like our first time together. I was glad she was at least starting to remember the good times we had together, but I feared that meant bad times were appearing in her head as well. I was still convinced, even if they hadn't gone all the way, that Zack had touched her without permission, but Celeste didn't seem to really believe anything had happened.

We would figure out this mystery, though, and if I learned he had touched her, then he truly wouldn't have hands. I would break them, then rip them clean off.

"Where do I keep my hair ties?" she asked, looking around, and I had to admit she appeared rather adorable, not quite remembering everything. "Bathroom. First drawer."

"Ah."

I remained in bed, thinking everything over. I was glad Celeste wasn't fighting our connection, despite not being able to remember. But how could she forget? I knew we hadn't yet been together for a year, despite having been mates for longer. It took months to convince her just to let me take her out, and I had to work hard to earn that first kiss. All the hard work was worthy, but why would she suddenly forget it all?

Celeste came back into the room, smiling at me while putting up her long hair. Just watching her made my heart go crazy in my chest, and I loved that she always hummed when she got ready.

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked. "We skipped dinner."

I nodded a little but didn't move, still finding it all very interesting.

"Are you thinking about yesterday?" she asked and came over to my side, sitting down.

I grabbed her hand, and she squeezed mine in return.

"Yes, I am, but I'm just concerned about you."

"I understand. I wish I could remember too," she sighed.

"I'm not angry at you."

"Aren't you? I couldn't even remember our first time together until last night, and from what I do recall now, it was very special."

I was glad she still saw it as special because it was to me, and I knew it was to her, but it was hard to explain that to someone who couldn't remember. However, she had gotten a few memories back, and that was what mattered. "I'm not mad," I repeated. "I'm just worried. I wonder what else might appear."

"You mean other hot moments?" she teased, and I chuckled.

"I meant more sad moments."

"You still think Zack did something to me, right?"

"Just know you can tell me if he did."

"I know, but I don't think so. I ran into him at the club and-"

"WHAT?" I shouted, and Celeste drew back a little, but I grabbed her and pulled her closer to me. "What did you just say?"

"I ran into him at the club."

"At the club? And you didn't think to tell me?" I asked her.

"Why would I? Nothing happened?"

"Nothing happened? He could already have hurt you," I reminded her.

"He acted as if he didn't know me. He even introduced himself."

"That's because the dickhead fucks so many women he can't remember them," I told her, and I saw her eyes grow big. I realized my words weren't doing anything good and were just making her feel worse, and so I took a deep breath, trying to calm down before I slowly let go of her arm. "Sorry, but I don't want you anywhere near him."

"Brendon, I truly don't think anything happened between us, or he wouldn't have acted in such a way."

"I'm not sure I agree," I whispered, looking away.