Page 91 of Fool Moon First Aid

“Why?” I murmur, my eyelids growing heavy with sleep.

“Dragons possess an otherworldliness that is terrifying, even in human form. They’ve been hunted and forced into hiding, along with griffins and even the gigantaboa,” he says, his voice soothing as he nuzzles my neck.

“That’s awful,” I whisper, feeling sleep pull me under. “I hope one day, they won’t have to hide and that we can all thrive together.”

“Oh, sweet Ava,” Tyler whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my neck. “One day,” he echoes, though his tone lacks my certainty.

That’s all right. Dreaming big is part of who I am, no matter how outlandish those dreams might seem.

Ava

My skin tingles with heat, gradually consuming me. As consciousness seeps back in, I pinpoint the source—a firm, assertive hand grips my hip, gently pulling me backward.

This burst of warmth isn’t about my body temperature, it’s all about the man nestled behind me. The unmistakable pressure of his arousal against my back sends a jolt through me, and it’s nothing short of impressive.

I’m no old maid, no matter what Mia or Eloise say. I’ve had my share of adventures, but Tyler’s closeness ignites something fierce within me—a wild, intoxicating desire that I’ve never experienced before. This heat, I suspect, is magnified by the wolf inside me, who’s clearly over the moon about our mate’s proximity.

It hits me then—the transformation within. My wolf is taking the reins, her primal instincts overshadowing all rational thought. She’s about action, not planning. If she had her way, we’d be claiming Tyler right here, right now, completing our bond with an urgency that’s raw and devastating.

Tyler shifts subtly against me, his steady breathing suggesting he’s just as driven by instinct. I know I should put a stop to this, but wrapped in my sleepy state, I’m all sensation and surrender.

We’re enveloped by the soft mattress, the heavy blanket adding a comforting pressure. I press back against him, and Tyler inhales sharply. Right then, inhibitions are tossed aside, and only instinct remains.

“Ava,” he cautions, his voice laced with a growl, but it only spikes my boldness.

A fire rages within, demanding satisfaction. I hesitate at first, but then Tyler teases himself against me again in a slow, electrifying grind, and my ability to speak coherently vanishes.

“Tyler…” My plea hangs in the air, unanswered.

Cursing softly, Tyler molds his body closer to mine and then speaks. “Is my mate feeling needy?” His voice, a guttural growl, roots me to the spot. Never in a million years did I expect Tyler to talk dirty, but here we are, and it’s lighting me up from the inside out. “You are, aren’t you?” he teases, nipping my ear.

“It’s your fault,” I reply, breathing heavily. “Your little friend down there started this.”

He responds by rolling his hips against me, drawing a hiss from me. “I’m a man, Ava. It’s normal to wake up…erect, and I’m a wolf lying beside my beautiful mate,” he explains, moving again. “Besides, I was dreaming of you.”

“About what?” I ask, my voice breathy as he maintains that slow, torturous rhythm.

His tongue traces a path down my neck as his hand wanders beneath my shirt to lazily draw patterns on my skin. “In my dream, I had you spread beneath me, your pretty thighs parted and your pussy lips glistening.”

Oh hell yes…

His fingers pinch my nipples, and my hips instinctively thrust back, no longer restrained by his hold. “Oh.” That’s it, my entire vocabulary is reduced to a single exclamation.

“You make such pretty sounds for me,” he rumbless, biting my shoulder. “I’ll remember that and have you make that sound again later.”

“I…” I whimper, my mind foggy with desire. “Tyler.”

He laughs, a sound that vibrates through me, and then we’re rolling over so we’re face-to-face. His erection is a hot presence between our stomachs, his body pressing mine into the mattress.

“Is there something else you wanted to say, little wolf?” His eyes practically glow in the sliver of early morning light sneaking through the blinds.

As he flips us over, his body overwhelming mine, I muster up a bit of my usual sass. “Little wolf?” I quip back, trying to mask my desire with bravado. His gaze challenges me to express the yearning that’s burning inside me. Right now, I wish for the bravery to articulate the fire raging within me.

“Right now, yes,” he says with an infuriatingly cocky grin, making it impossible not to be drawn to him. He rolls his hips, his erection grazing my clit through the fabric of my pajamas. It’s electric.

Desperation grips me, and my hands find his shirt, clinging to him as if he’s the only solid thing in a swirling sea of arousal. I’m drenched in this sensation, and for a terrifying moment, I wonder if it’s blood. I freeze.

“What’s that look for?” Tyler pauses, and I try to pull him back to no avail. “Ava, tell me,” he insists, his voice firm yet laced with concern.

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