His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 70

Seraphine had gone for an ombré ball gown. The soft material was coloured a deep purple around her waist but paled into a light lilac colour at the bottom and top. She had dark and bold makeup that made her features pop.

"I think it's time to go, we don't want to show up late," she remarked.

I was eager to see Kieran. I hadn't seen his outfit either and although we had only been separated for three hours, I was already missing him. We all made our way out, and although a part of me wanted to make my way dramatically down the grand staircase, I was wearing heels so I needed to save my energy for later. I took the more sensible choice: the good old elevators.

The girls were quick to find their partners who rightfully marvelled at them and I looked around the lobby, trying to spot Kieran. I was about to attune my senses to latch onto his mind, but I suddenly smelt his scent and turned around.

He looked positively drool worthy, standing there with a smouldering look. The look he was giving me somehow made me blush and suddenly feel a little shy.

"Wow," he finally let out, his eyes still roaming over me.

"Is gold really my colour?" I asked, my hands running over the skirt of the dress. He stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You look absolutely radiant. I'm such a lucky bastard," I giggled as he nuzzled my neck.

"You look absolutely radiant too. It's going to be so hard keeping my hands to myself," I teased. His eyes almost instantly darkened.

"I'll tell you what's going to be hard," he whispered in my ear. He grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants and I looked around, knowing we were very much in public and anyone could see us.

"Kieran," I gasped, once he ground against me. His lips were trailing faintly across my neck and my ear, his tongue occasionally peeking out and licking too.

"I'll make sure you keep saying my name all night," my own heartbeat rose and I felt my face flush from my sudden spike in lust. I was so glad I had decided to forego any blush because I was sure I looked flustered already.

Thankfully, Viktor chose that moment to interrupt us, loudly clearing his throat.

"Come on guys, let's go. Now's not the time to tango," he grumbled. Kieran pulled away slightly, sporting an arrogant smirk as he watched me regain my composure. Viktor mumbling something about horny werewolves made me snap out my thoughts and walk towards the awaiting limousine.

Once we were all seated, the driver took off. I noted all the guys wore impressive suits, all embroidered with colours that complimented their partners' dresses. Kieran wore a white dress shirt and black dress pants, all emphasising his muscular build. He wore a white blazer over it, with gold and black patterns decorating it.

Kieran had his arm around my waist while the other clasped mine. I kept my hand on his shoulder, trying to keep my footing with this large dress. It was hard to remain indifferent when I could feel thousands of eyes on us but a squeeze on my waist made me snap out of it.

"Relax. You're doing amazing," he murmured softly. I gave him a soft smile, leaning closer to him and relaxing in his hold and letting him guide me to the music.

Despite the impromptu dance lessons I had last night with a rather frustrated Viktor yelling at me, classical dancing was very much not my thing. Kieran however, was a natural and looked positively regal twirling around in time with the music.

"You know what you remind me of?" I whispered.

"What?" He asked back, giving me a small smile at my amused expression.

"A prince," I answered, stifling my laugh at his confused expression. "A Prince out of a fairytale novel. All you're missing is a noble steed and a pretentious accent," he furrowed his brow, almost pouting as I barely held back my amusement.

"I'm offended. I'm a mighty alpha. If anything I look like a king, a ruler of beats," he smirked.