Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Brendon-

Just as I was coming back to the bedroom to get ready, Simone stepped out and winked at me, saying I wouldn't last the entire night. I didn't understand what that meant until I stepped into the bedroom and called for Celeste. She came out of the bathroom wearing a beautiful, tight blue dress that molded perfectly to her soft curves, and I realized what Simone meant. No, it wouldn't take long before I couldn't take it anymore and would have to drag Celeste into some dark corner to show how crazy she made me.

"So?" she asked, holding out her arms. "What do you think?"

I shook my head, breaking the trance my mate put me in for looking so beautiful. She chuckled a little at my stunned expression. "You like it?" she asked.

"You are absolutely perfect."

She came over to me, looking like something out of a dream, but honestly, she was. I had wanted Celeste for so long, and now she was mine and all mine. I wrapped my arms around her, then kissed her hard, pouring my needs and feelings into the kiss.

"Brendon, the dinner," she chuckled as I grabbed her ass, then pushed her toward the bed.

"What dinner?"

She continued to laugh as I pushed her down on the bed, then reached inside her dress, only to find out she wasn't wearing underwear.

"What have you done, beautiful?" I groaned, pushing up her dress to see the wonderful place between her legs.

"I thought I would make the dinner interesting now that you have been so kind to let me go."

I knew she was taunting me and punishing me for trying to make her stay at home, but if she wanted me on my knees before her, I would gladly do that. I slipped to the floor again and pulled her to me.

"We aren't at dinner yet!" she reminded me.

"I don't care. I want to taste you," I growled before I dipped between her legs and licked her.

"Ah, shit," she panted, grasping my hair with one hand and clutching the sheets with the other.

I loved driving my mate crazy. I loved the sounds she made and how desperate she grew for me. It made me want to prolong this so I could enjoy keeping her on edge. But just as I was getting her worked up, my phone began letting out noises.

"I-I think the others are getting impatient," she reminded me, but she was grinding against me, wanting release.

"They can fucking wait," I told her, then went to suck on her clit, knowing we didn't have the time to play around.

"Ah, Goddess! Brendon!" she cried out as she began coming for me. I pushed her through her pleasure, wanting to sink into her afterward, but we didn't have the time, and I needed to get dressed as well.

She pushed me back a little when she couldn't take it anymore, and I stood up again, looking down at my very sated mate.

"You wait here," I teased her before kissing her lips, then pushing away.

Her response was nothing but a whimper, making me feel very good about myself. -Celeste-

Brendon was damn skilled with his tongue. I could easily forget all the years he tormented me whenever he used his mouth on me. However, I felt awfully achy despite having just come. Why was that? As he emerged, now dressed up, I realized why. I wanted him to fuck me next. That was how it was between mates. They wanted to mark each other all the time, place their marks and scent trials on each other, and Brendon had only made me come, so now I wanted to make him come as well.

"Brendon," I called as I sat on the bed.

He walked closer to me, only to see the look in my eyes. As I tried to reach for his pants, he grabbed my wrists.

"We are already running late."

"But I need you."

"Shit, don't do this to me, Celeste. I suggested we could stay home; you said no."

"Oh, are you punishing me now?" I teased.

"Definitely," he said, pulling me from the bed and getting me to stand.

"That's cruel."

He slapped my ass as he pushed me forward. "I know."

We left the bedroom to go downstairs to meet the others. Brendon wasn't an alpha, but he was my mate, and thereby the invitation for the dinner was extended to him. My parents and Jason were already waiting, and they smiled at us as we met up with them. We drove in separate cars to the hosting family. The dinners were a good way to ensure alliances stayed strong and to keep a close bond with each other.

As we entered the dining room, though, Brendon grew tense, and I saw where he was looking. Further down the table, Zack was chatting with another luna. I had to admit she was a very beautiful luna with completely black hair and a figure that was to die for. Yet when she turned her head and our eyes met, I felt that sharp sting in my brain again.

"Shit!" I groaned and pressed my hand to my forehead.

"Celeste?" Brendon called, concerned.

"I feel sick," I whispered.

Brendon led me out of the dining room, holding onto me tightly and finding the nearest bathroom. I didn't throw up, but I leaned against the sink, dapping a little water on my forehead.

"He is the trigger," Brendon stated.

"What?"

"Zack is the trigger. How much more proof do we need that he did something to you?" he snarled.

"Brendon..."

I was about to tell him about the woman when I remembered what I had seen the first time I met Zack in the club. I saw a woman close to him, and I realized that woman was the one sitting beside him now. What was going on? "Celeste?" Brendon called.

"I..."

"What is it? I felt something through the bond."

"I am not sure. That luna..."

"What luna?"

"The one beside Zack, have we met her before?"

"I don't think so. I don't recall, but I can figure out who she is. Why, though?" he asked.

"Because I have a bad hunch about her."

"You think she is in trouble?"

"No, I think she is trouble."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know... Urgh! Why can't I remember anything?" I snarled, covering my face with my hands.

Brendon came closer to me, placing his hands on my hips, and I felt instantly better. I lowered my hands, seeing him smile a little at me, and I returned the smile.

"You will," he assured me.

"But what if I just learn something really bad?"

"Then we take it from there," he reminded me.

"I just don't understand what has happened to me. Doc said I was fine."

"Yes, I know."

"So how?"

"The mind is strange," he told me.

"Yes, but this is just too strange..."

"Celeste, we will figure it out. Don't stress yourself."

My heart began beating faster from his words, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"When did you become so caring?" I teased him.

"I wanted to be caring from the beginning, but I couldn't claim you. It made me frustrated."

His words made sense, even though I believed there were better ways to handle it. Brendon had never been directly mean in the sense that he had truly hurt me, but he had been a jerk often. Now he was the most caring mate. How the hell did that happen?