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In his elegant scripts, he adds one line to the bottom of the page:I look forward to tonight’s full moon.
I almost slap myself in the forehead. How could I have forgotten? I guess, in the back of my mind, I knew that tonight was when the Luna would be at her peak, but I was so stinking happy to just be with Aleks again, I didn’t even think past last night.
No wonder the Alpha collective finished my trial as quickly as they had. Even though the need can be terrible before a bond is complete—and it is, last month was awful, even if Aleks only stayed away so that he didn’t take advantage of my need while I was struggling with the Luna being gone—it’s still pretty much all-consuming once you find your mate. No bonded shifter will be away from their mate on the night of the full moon. Of course they had to finish up my trial yesterday so they could all be with their mates tonight.
Just like I’m going to be with mine.
I have to admit, it’s the most heavenly form of torture, waiting for Aleks to come home. The later it gets, the lustier I get. I refuse to give myself a hand, though. This is it. My mating night. A few quick orgasms might take the edge off, but I kind of don’t want it gone. I think it’ll make tonight more memorable, even if I can’t help but check to make sure I’m not leaving a sopping wet spot on the settee as I wait impatiently for Aleks to get home.
Never let it be said that my vampire doesn’t have perfect timing. Right as the sun goes down, the Luna beginning her ascent over Muncie, I feel his icy aura through the door a split second before the door eases open.
He steps in. Proving he knows me as well enough as he does, his arms open wide a split second before I fling myself at him.
Now, I’m not a shy female. I never have been. Sure, I’m not a dominant she-wolf, but when it comes to my pleasure, I know what I want. I know how to ask for it, and when a male is willing, I know how to take it.
So when Aleks gives me one of those low, sexy chuckles, and asks if I prefer to have dinner first, or if we should get right to it, my response is to crook one arm around his neck, tugging him down to me so that I can kiss him right as I shove my hand down his pants.
Questing fingers find a cock that’s already hard and heavy against my palm. It’s an awkward angle, and our kiss is messy and frantic and like nothing a stranger might expect from the aristocratic Aleksander Filan, but I manage to take a firm hold of it. Aleks groans in my mouth at my first squeeze. His hands go right to my hair, threading his fingers through the length, kissing me until I’m almost light-headed from the lack of air.
He can tell. Breaking the kiss, he holds me tight even as I continue to fondle his erection. “I guess I have my answer.”
Yes. He certainly does.
Doesn’t hurt that I’m already naked. To me, nudity is no big deal. I’ve eaten countless meals in my skin after a shift just because I either didn’t have a change of clothes or I didn’t want to bother pulling them on only to have to shift again. Of course, that changes when there’s sexual attraction and need involved—like now—but I didn’t see the purpose in waiting around in clothes that were only chafing my oversensitized skin.
Gesturing at my body with my free hand, I cock an eyebrow at him. “I’m ready when you are.”
Reaching for the hem of his sweater while bracing his legs so that I can still have easy access to him, Aleks yanks it over his head.
With a small sound of regret, I let go of him and slip my hand out of his pants. I could play with him all night long, but if I want to bond him to me, I need to do more than give him a hand job. He pauses when I release him, his sweater still hanging off of one arm.
I reach for the button on his pants. His eyes flash from green to red as he yanks the sleeve off of his arms.
Oh, Aleks. You didn’t think I was changing my mind now, did you? Oh, no, no. I was just helping him remove his pants.
Maybe he did. I’ll never know. Instead of second-guessing me, instead of asking if I’m sure, my vampire assumes that this—that tonight—is a done deal as he kicks off his shoes. “How do we do this?” he asks, his voice gone low as I slowly, slowly pull down his zipper for him. “I know I’ll mark you with my bite. Of course. But the actually claiming sex… does it have to be under the moon?”
You know? I love him even more for never doubting that I want him to be my bonded mate. We might’ve had some communicative snags between us, and I’ll never get over how I let my own insecurities lead me to run from the best thing I’ve ever had, but this is now.
This isforever.
“Not always. It being the night of the full moon is enough, but most shifters prefer to do it somewhere that she can see us.” It’s a superstition—I know that better than anyone since the Luna has already blessed my mating… she has from the moment she first whispered, “Mine,” to me in regards to Aleks—but also tradition. “I was thinking maybe the park, but that was before I knew I couldn’t wait to get you inside of me. Here’s fine.”
If it means that the cock I just freed from his underwear is going to be mine now instead of later, I could care less where we mate.
I go to reach for it again. Before I can, Aleks closes his hand gently around mine. “I have a better idea.”
I glance up at him. He’s looking over my shoulder at the glass sliding door that leads to the balcony and the fire escape.
Blinking in surprise, I say, “What? Really? Are you serious?”
He firms his jaw. Oh, yeah. He’s serious. “It’s our balcony. Our territory. If you don’t mind that anyone passing by might see, we would definitely be beneath your Luna.”
Right. And Aleks would make it perfectly clear who he’s chosen to be his bonded mate.
I bite down on my bottom lip. Mating with an audience doesn’t bother me. The stretch behind the apartment building is usually empty anyway, and it’s not like our super neighbors don’t know that Aleks fucks me. Part of my shifter nature almost insists that I do it. Mating should be spontaneous and wild, no matter where or when it takes place.
Another glance at Aleks assures me that he really wants to claim me on the balcony. Does it matter why? Not really. As long as he claims me—andnow—I could care less where.
