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“I want you to fuck me, Duke,” I tell him boldly. Because that’s what this is. It’s mating, yes, and casual sex between two friends. But nothing about his Luna-given body is all that casual, and the rawness of the act is nothing less than fucking. “Until I don’t know who I am or what I’ve done, I want you to take care of me like you said you always would.”
“Like I always will,” he vows darkly.
I gasp at how fierce he sounds, giving him the perfect opportunity to kiss me now.
I taste his blood and nearly come again at how sweet it is against my tongue. Lapping at his lip, I start to grind my pussy against his groin.
He rips his lips away from mine, eyes a blazing gold as he drops his palms to the concrete, lifting me off the ground with nothing more than the strength of his pelvis as he thrusts impossibly deeper inside of me.
“Ah, Trish, baby. You said you wanted me to take care of you. To fuck you. Stick your claws in me and hold on tight, because, tonight, your male is going to do all that and more.”
Your male…
I know he doesn’t mean it. He can’t. He’s meant for someone else. Then again, maybe he’s right. Tonight he is my male, isn’t he?
And when he uses his strength to shift our positions, spreading me out on the cool basement floor while pounding away inside of me, I don’t know what’s fucking hotter about this side of Duke I’ve discovered.
The way he finally treats me like a she-wolf instead of a pack princess that needs to be coddled—or the way the silver chains rattle as he fucks me again.
* * *
Hours later,when the moon finally begins to set, trading places with the sun in the sky, I climb off of Duke for the last time. He’s impressively strong, but the silver will drain even the most powerful supe. His cock was willing, though the rest of him was fading, so that latest round ended with me the way we began: with me perched on his thick thighs, sinking down on his cock over and over again while he buried his face between my breasts.
I still have some energy. Just enough to separate our slick bodies and flop down near him, but it’s gotta be more than Duke has.
And I believe that until I see his cock is still semi-hard, and his eyes are glazed with both exhaustion and lust as he watches every single move I make.
“Don’t tell me you’re leaving so soon?”
His voice is a rasp. Probably from all of the times he shouted as he came, or the ragged ways he called my name as I learned every inch of his sculpted body. I left my mark on his shoulders and his throat, and some on his thighs from when I reversed my position and rode him wildly while he kneaded away at my breasts. Tapping into my wolf since the silver kept Duke from using his, I shredded his jeans off of him and kind of, sort of clawed him up, too.
He didn’t mind. In fact, he moaned any time his blood perfumed his air. He cut off my first apology with a kiss so deep, I realized that he… hereallydidn’t mind. Duke actually started to piston his hips, reaching up to meet me on every bounce even though the concrete floor of the basement had to have chafed his poor ass raw.
He’d be completely healed by morning. The twinges in my pussy, battered ever so deliciously by his cock, would be a memory I treasured and nothing more. That’s the best thing about being a shifter. No matter how wild we get, there’s no injury during a mating we can’t heal.
The aches are already fading as the moon loses some of her hold on me. It won’t be morning for a few hours more, and there might be time for another mating after we rest for a while.
So, no. I’m not going anywhere.
He grins when I tell him so, leaning forward to nuzzle my nearest boob. I scoot closer so that I’m within his reach, and to the sounds of his content rumbling, I fall asleep.
I don’t know how long he stays away while I slumber, curled at his side. His body warmth made it so that I didn’t miss the dress I wore when I came to see him. In fact, sticky with sweat and overheated myself, I could’ve used a fan down here.
Figuring that’s the last lingering effects of moon fever, I decide to see if I can wake Duke up. My internal clock says it’s early, but not so early that I can’t take the chance to mate him one more time before I leave and have to put the most memorable night behind me.
He has an intended. A mate that he hasn’t claimed yet. Just because he was available for me to fuck his brains out this full moon doesn’t mean that he will be next month.
I have to take him while I can.
Rising up on my knees, I think about grabbing his cock to wake him up. The monster between his legs is already hard again so I’m pretty sure he’ll welcome the interruption to his well-earned rest. Maybe if hewasmy mate, I would… but even I think that’s probably too familiar for what we are.
So, instead, I reach out my finger, ready to nudge his shoulder.
I never make it.
Before I do, I reluctantly pull my gaze from his dick, glancing up at his slumbering face. That’s when I see it. For a heartbeat, one terrible moment in time, I wait for it to be a mistake. To be my imagination.
It isn’t.
