“They went for a run,” he says. “While they still managed to tear themselves away from you. We won’t be able to in a little while.”
I frown, my belly twisting with unease at the news of their departure. “You mean at night?”
He lifts himself on his elbows, his abs flexing with the movement. “No, the full moon will actually happen around two p.m. during this moon cycle. It won’t rise here in the US until the evening, but it gets full at a certain time. Once it’s perfectly round, the night following it counts as the night of the full moon.”
“I had no idea.” I sit up next to him, allowing the blanket to slip off my chest and pool in my lap. “So until it hits, you’re still okay? Will you leave for a run, too?”
Troy’s gaze fixes on my tits, and my nipples tighten at the attention. The thought of Troy leaving me anytime soon doesn’t sit well with me, which is completely ridiculous. Carter and Sebastian will return soon. This is their home, after all, and I know they want me. I do. But there’s a growing, pulsing part of me that’s feeling antsy because they’re not here.
“Ah.” Troy takes my chin and tips it up. “We’ll be here for you, don’t you worry.”
“What?” I try to shove down the strange emotions. “I don’t—I don’t mind…”
“Of course you do,” he says softly. “Your pack mates aren’t here, and you need them. But don’t worry, they haven’t gone far. And while we wait, I’ll make you breakfast and take such good care of you.”
The whine that falls from my lips is unlike any sound I’ve ever made. It’s needy and too desperate for my taste.
“Shh.” Troy leans in and licks my lower lip lightly. “Don’t fret.”
He starts to push me back onto the pillows, but as much as I want to just give up all control and let him eat me out before breakfast, my instinct has different ideas. Even as my eyelids flutter closed under Troy’s slow seduction, I reach forward and feel around until my fingers bump against the thick shaft of his cock. He hisses in a breath through his teeth and tries to jerk his hips back, but I grasp him quickly and squeeze.
“Ah!” He curls his big body around mine, his grip on me tightening. “My control isn’t as strong as I’d like anymore, Emma. You should let me lead this.”
I would, but there’s that nagging feeling again that I need to do things differently. I’ve never met moon-drunk Emma, but she seems quite a bit bossier than regular me.
“I want this cock in my mouth,” I tell Troy, flushing at my direct choice of words. “You can work with that and make me come some other way, can’t you?”
Troy stares at me for a moment, his blue eyes wide, then bursts out laughing, a deep, joyful sound that has me grinning back at him. Then he grabs me and drags me closer for a dirty kiss that has me clutching at his shoulder and whimpering in need.
“Okay, okay.” He pulls back. “I can definitely work with that.”
He holds me easily and maneuvers me around so I’m lying on top of him, my knees on either side of his head. I want to complain that this won’t work because of how much larger heis than me, but I forgot about how massive his dick is, too. It’s suddenly right in front of me, the cockhead just in reach, and if I support myself on one arm, I can grasp his shaft with the other.
“Mmh.”
I wrap my lips around the conical head.His precum tastes salty-sweet, and I eagerly suck off any hint of it, then run my tongue around the flared edge, teasing.
Troy’s body tenses underneath me, but he doesn’t stay still for long. He parts my thighs, his hands warm on my skin. Then his rough, warm tongue makes contact with my pussy lips, and my eyes roll back from the pleasure.
He’s ravenous for me, sucking and licking, making messy sounds that fill the room and quickly bring me to the edge. I don’t know if it’s the fact that he’s my mate or the moon—or just the way he devours me as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted—but this is really doing it for me. Not wanting to leave him hanging, I force myself to focus on getting him off, even though I’m slowly but surely losing myself to the pleasure. I suck on his cockhead hard and pump my hand over Troy’s shaft, listening to the growly, purring sounds coming from his chest.
Then the evil man spears his tongue right into my pussy, delving deep enough to swipe at my G-spot, and reaches under my body for my clit. His big fingerpads slide around in all the slickness, but it feels incredible. I let out a strangled yelp. My thighs tremble with the effort of holding back my orgasm. Just a little longer, so he comes first…
But Troy is relentless and knows exactly how to tease me. He fucks me with deep strokes of his long tongue, brushing over my G-spot with almost gentle movements, then presses firmly on my clit in complete opposition. His touch is a hot brand, an order that demands obedience, and my body reacts instantly.
A starburst of pleasure starts at my clit, then radiates out, overtaking me. I roll my hips down on instinct, trying to getcloser to him, then remember—barely—that I’m sitting on his face.
But Troy doesn’t let me squirm away. Instead, he grips my ass tighter, his claws digging into my flesh, and eats me out like a starving man, slurping up all my wetness. His body goes rigid underneath me, his abs tensing up—and that’s the only warning I get before his cock kicks in my hand and he fills my mouth with the first hot rush of cum.
I swallow down as much as I can, then let the rest fall on my chin and tits because I know he’ll love it there. I bring my hand down to his knot and squeeze harder, and Troy shouts in pleasure, more cum wrung from him with this last wave.
“Fuck!” A tremor goes through him, and he clutches me closer for a long moment, then slowly releases his hold on me. “Fuck, Emma. That was… Are you okay?”
I realize he can’t see my grinning face because he must still be staring at my pussy, so I climb off him and sit on the sheets next to him. Troy takes one look at my face, and his pupils dilate again, his sweaty chest rising on a sharp inhale.
“Come here, honey.” He opens his arms for me and brings me closer, then kisses me deeply. “I should have warned you I was gonna come.”
I shake my head. “I swallowed most of it, actually. I loved that, but there was too much.”
