Page 75 of Full Moon Frenzy

Trapp sighed beneath her, squeezing the hand that was in her hair. “I don’t understand what you think is going to happen out there.”

“You . . . you don’t understand, Trapp. There’s no guarantee your wolf will know me. I’m small. I’m a liability out there. If your wolf sees me as a threat, or worse, as prey — you might kill me before you even realize who I am. You should just do what you do, and I’ll do what I do.”

He had gone very still beneath her. Adriana wasn’t sure if he was still breathing until his nails scraped over her scalp, once it was clear she was finished talking. “I would never hurt you.” His voice was a low rumble of thunder against her, pulling her tighter against his chest; his heavy arms settled securely around her. The warmth of him was like an inferno, and she gladly tucked against it. “And neither would my wolf.”

Adriana sighed against him. “Trapp—”

“And I don’t know if that’s necessarily true.” His words were slow, and when she craned her neck up, his brow was furrowed. “That-that my wolf won’t know you. I think . . . I think I might have gone to you last turn? I don’t know, I’ve never been good at parallel consciousness. But I woke up with those annoying little pods from your tree out front all around me, like they had been stuck in my fur.”

She stiffened at the connection. In the weeks since, she had convinced herself she was being foolish, letting wishful thinking take root in her consciousness and supplant reality. Surely, the depression in the grass was what she herself had done, shifting throughout the night as she hunkered down, trying to stay out of the biting rain. Hearing him say it, though . . .

“I think you’re right.” Her voice was barely a whisper, eyes closed, thinking back to that day, when she’d woken beneath the table and found the huge depression in the grass all around her, and how safe she’d felt. “You protected me from the rain.”

The heat simmering in her veins had cooled, but she didn’t need it as she dragged his shoulders down, nails digging into his sweatshirt until she was able to reach his mouth.

She was on top of him, in control. It took no maneuvering at all to shift herself until she was straddling his body.

“Thank you for not wearing hard pants. Make this a lot easier.” He was already stiff when she pulled him up over the waistband of his joggers, yanking them down his hips.

“Only psychopaths wear hard pants at home.”

Adriana backed up to the end of the sofa, giving herself room to stroke him. She remembered what he had done to himself that day on her bed. Twisting up his shaft, hand over hand, rubbing the flat of her palm over his slit until it was slick. Easing back his foreskin, she covered his head with her mouth, tightening her lips, twisting until he groaned.

“Wait,” Trapp gritted out. “I want a guarantee you’re not spitting in my mouth again. Maybe we should—”

“If I promise to swallow, will you shut the fuck up?”

The vibration of his laughter buzzed against her lips as she got to work. She was awkward and had no real relationship experience and probably needed to be on different, stronger anti-anxiety meds, but this . . . this she could do. You’re with a pack bitch now, rich boy. And I guarantee Leelee VanderCunt wouldn’t suck your cock like this. He was thick and long, but her gag reflex was minimal and she could open her throat.

“What the fuck, Adi. Am I just supposed to lie here like a slug? Can you at least turn around?” he demanded, nearly dislodging her from the sofa.

“We’re about to have our first fight,” she warned him, laughing as she stumbled off the sofa. “Why can’t I just suck your cock without it needing to be a contest?”

Trapp reached out, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her leggings, pulling them and her panties straight down. “If your pussy was on my mouth, I wouldn’t be arguing, would I? Why don’t you help me shut up?”

“This is not what this sofa was built for,” she laughed, climbing back over him unsteadily, squeaking when he pulled her by the hips until she was positioned over his face. Adriana reached around, rescuing his glasses before she was pulled onto his mouth.

“Trapp, this is not a minor astigmatism. This is the prescription of someone with a serious vision issue.”

“I’d say the better to see you with, but without them, I really can’t.”

The first stroke of his tongue against her made her eyes roll back and her thighs tremble around his face, nearly toppling off him. Long licks, his tongue wide and flat, she imagined this was what his wolf would do to her as well. When his lips closed around the pearl of her clit, sucking lightly, she rocked against him involuntarily, her breath hitching.

“I want to still be able to taste this perfect pussy during the change,” he groaned against her. “Ride my tongue and come on my mouth until I’m drowning.”

She was helpless to oblige.

She’d always thought that it wasn’t fair for him to be handsome and smart and rich, and now she could add this — it wasn’t fair that he was everything he was and could reduce her to a quivering heap atop him so easily. His tongue stroked back and forth, sliding through her folds, over and around her clit, his lips sucking until she bucked against him again, crying out. She could barely reach his cock from her position, stretching until her lips closed around his head.

His knot had begun to swell, and Adriana dragged her blunt, too-short nails over it. Soon enough, they would be black claws, and then she could scratch him. Trapp hitched beneath her when she gripped his scrotum, massaging his balls in time to the way his tongue worked against her. She was rocking against him, riding his mouth, tilting her hips at just the right angle that gave his tongue the most surface coverage over her, friction right where she needed it. Trapp groaned against her, the wordless encouragement she needed. She wanted his knot. She needed his knot. She needed to be filled by him, needed him to cool the heat in her blood and fill her till she was bursting with him, but first she needed to shake apart against his tongue.

Adriana jolted when he raised a hand to grip her ass, smacking her lightly, encouraging her to move the way she needed. She didn’t need to be told again. Her hips began to move steadily, his tongue rubbing her clit in a way that made her toes curl, heat bubbling in her veins, spreading through her core, and when he sucked again, hard, she broke.

Adriana wheezed, hips stuttering, pulsing against his tongue. Trapp never slowed, never stopped, worked her through it, his head not pulling back until she was slack atop him.

After that, he wasted no time reversing their positions.

She had no idea how he flipped them so easily in such a narrow space, pulling her up to her knees beneath him.