Page 110 of Fool Moon First Aid

“This is what I need—fast, maybe rough,” I murmur.

“Are you sure?” he whispers against my lips, pausing for affirmation. With my guidance, he enters me. Initially, he’s gentle, then he moves with increasing fervor, our shared moans filling the car. We’re adrift in a sea of pleasure, seeking the shores of complete fulfillment.

As our tongues intertwine once more, Brody’s grip tightens, drawing me impossibly closer. He fills me completely with a thrust that’s both smooth and utterly consuming. The friction ignites a wildfire within, a blaze that threatens to engulf us. I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper, our movements as synchronized as a heartbeat in the confined space.

With every thrust, there’s a resonant smack against the car door—a wild cadence to our unrestrained desire. His hand ventures to my breast, teasing through the fabric, sending shocks of pleasure to my core. His groans against my neck send shivers down my spine, each touch marking me as his.

My nails dig into his back, a claim of possession, but it’s not enough. I need to be utterly his. My whispers are both encouragement and command, urging us toward an explosive precipice. When our lips meet again, it’s a desperate attempt to share our breaths, the intensity leaving us panting.

“Bite me,” I tell him, leaning back so I can meet his gaze and let him see how serious I am.

His eyes move back and forth between mine, then over my face. “Ava, you can’t go back. Once I bite you…” He trails off.

“I know.” I roll my hips for emphasis. “Bite me, Brody, and make me yours.”

He swallows, his mouth opening and closing. “Do you want to?—”

“Bite you?” I shake my head. “Will I be able to speak with you telepathically?”

“Not until the bond is complete. I bite you, and you bite me.” He peppers kisses along my jaw. “And then we complete the bond.”

I nibble my cheek. “At the next full moon,” I whisper. “Until then, I want to wear your mark.”

“Ava,” he moans before his explorations continue, his lips tracing new paths along my jaw. Each thrust deepens, and every moment intensifies until we’re teetering on the edge of something monumental.

The air is thick with our scent, sweat mingling with the unmistakable tang of desire. Here, in the echo of an empty garage, we’re lost in our secluded world, driven by the relentless heat and hunger that draw us closer to the edge with each passing heartbeat.

The sensation builds, a coiling tension in the pit of my stomach, unraveling me from the inside out. I sense his urgency mirroring mine, his movements more desperate, more compelling. “Ava,” he gasps, his voice raw with need. His lips trail to my neck, and then his canines sink into my skin.

Instead of pain, I feel utter bliss. My body coils tighter and tighter, until I vibrate with need, passion, and arousal.

I hold him tighter, digging my nails into his back as we catapult toward climax together. The release, when it comes, is cataclysmic—an explosion of ecstatic bliss that lights up the darkness, our bodies shaking in unison as we navigate the aftermath.

In the wake of such intensity, our shivers and trembles continue. Brody’s lips find the tender spot behind my ear, nibbling gently and sending ripples of renewed desire through me. His fingers weave through my hair, pulling me closer, and his deep groan vibrates against my damp skin, sending shivers through me.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his body pressed against mine. “You are my everything.”

“And you’re mine,” I whisper, basking in the afterglow. Our scent, potent and intoxicating, fills my senses. He chuckles softly, his lips brushing the top of my head, then he pulls back to meet my gaze, his eyes intense and searching.

“Gladly,” he responds with a smirk, sealing the sentiment with a tender kiss to my forehead.

We linger in the moment, our heart rates gradually lowering, until the edges of reality begin to intrude once more. Eventually, he assists me in dismounting, and we awkwardly adjust our clothes. Surveying the deserted garage, I clear my throat, quietly suggesting, “We should probably get going.”

Brody nods, acknowledging the need to leave this stolen moment behind. I commit every touch, every kiss, and every single moan of pleasure to memory.

Ethan

“Why do you look like that?” my mother asks as she glides into the clan house kitchen, her long, dark hair elegantly braided over her shoulder. The corners of her lips are turned up in a playful smirk, and her blue eyes sparkle with mischief as she makes her way to the coffee pot, shooting me a look that’s both inquisitive and teasing. “You messed up.”

“I fucked up,” I reply, not even trying to hide it as my forehead hits the countertop with a thud that’s less about the physical pain and more about the ache inside.

Tyler and Brody kicked me out, insisting I needed to get my priorities straight.

“All right,” my mother says, yawning despite the late morning hour, then shudders as she starts her coffee ritual. “Spill it. I’m eager to hear how severely you’ve erred with my potential daughter-in-law.”

I wince. “You’re not going to appreciate what I’m about to say,” I confess, resting my chin on my hands.

“Of course I won’t.” She turns to lean against the counter and crosses her arms, her pointer finger rhythmically tapping her bicep. Dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that reaches her knees—likely one of her mates’—she embodies a sense of casual authority, her demeanor effortlessly blending warmth and anticipation.

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