Page 118 of Fool Moon First Aid

I grip his hair, unsure whether I want to push him away or pull him closer, but as an additional finger joins the first, my back arches high and a primal moan echoes off the walls.

He unravels me so quickly.

He doesn’t waste time disarming me, every sweep of his tongue bringing me closer to the edge, and then he backs off just to drive me higher all over again. With one final swirl, he tips me over into an orgasmic abyss that leaves me breathless and pleading for more.

Words tumble from my lips, begging for all of him.

With one swift movement, he completely divests himself of his remaining clothes while I lie beneath him.

I try to regain my breath as I watch him move over me, his body sculpted by the gods.

With a low growl, he positions himself between my legs, his heated eyes locked onto mine. I can’t help but tremble with anticipation as he runs his fingers through my slit, tracing circles around my entrance before finally pressing the head of his throbbing length against it.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice rough and strained.

“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely, my body already aching for his possession.

He thrusts forward in one swift motion, filling me completely and claiming me as his own. I gasp at the sensation, feeling him stretching me in the most exquisite way as he begins a slow, steady rhythm that has me panting his name over and over again.

“Ethan…” I moan, arching my hips into his thrusts.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, picking up the pace as our bodies move together in perfect harmony. His hands roam freely over my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples until they stand erect, aching for his touch.

“Fuck,” I cry out, digging my fingers into his shoulders as waves of pleasure wash over me. “Don’t stop,” I whisper before turning and giving him my neck on the opposite side of Brody’s bite.

“Never,” he rumbles, his breath growing ragged. He begins thrusting harder and faster, driving deeper with each stroke, until I feel like I am on the brink of oblivion.

“I’m close,” I warn him, my voice shaking with anticipation.

“Me too,” he rasps out, his whole body tense with the effort to hold back as he continues to pound into me. His breath ghosts over my flesh, his tongue lapping at the sweat dripping along my neck, and then his canines sink into me.

Just like with Brody, my body explodes with the bite.

With one final, powerful thrust, we both plunge over the edge together, our cries of release echoing through the room as our bodies shudder in pure ecstasy.

“You’re mine, Ava Martinez, from now until the end of time,” he whispers, the words a balm to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

“And you are mine,” I reply, knowing this is just the beginning.

In a gesture that speaks of the depth of his feelings, he carries me to the bed. As he lays me down, his lips capture mine all over again. His tongue tastes me just as much as mine tastes him.

“Again,” I murmur against his lips.

“I may have to call the others in.” He laughs. “We can keep this up all night.”

“Promises, promises.” I hook my legs over his hips and urge him closer.

“We have all night,” he replies.

At least we would, if a bullhorn didn’t echo across the village at that exact moment.

Ava

Panic surges through me—hot, fierce, and utterly foreign. I had always imagined myself springing into action during a crisis, ready to assist wherever I was needed, yet when confronted with the reality, I’m frozen. Ice courses through my veins, and my mind swirls with the fear of losing everything.

A shout cuts through the air—a woman’s terrified plea.

The horn echoes through the forest again and again.

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