Page 93 of Fool Moon First Aid

Blinded by desire and dizzy with anticipation, I nod. I’m more than ready, I’m desperate. With a single, powerful thrust, he’s fully inside me. The sudden feeling of fullness rips a cry from my lips—a sound of raw pleasure as I stretch to welcome him, every inch of him a delicious invasion.

Tyler’s thrusts are powerful, each one driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. My body responds eagerly, meeting his rhythm with a fierce hunger. We are consumed by desire, our movements primal and raw, stripped down to our most basic needs.

His hands roam over my body, grasping and caressing as we move together in a carnal dance. Every touch ignites a new wave of pleasure, building on the last until I’m teetering on the brink of release.

I can feel the coil of an impending climax tightening within me, promising an explosion that will consume us both. Tyler’s pace quickens, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my skin as he drives us toward the edge.

My body arches against him, urging him on as every nerve ending sings with anticipation. It’s a wild dance of pleasure and surrender as our bodies merge into one.

“Come for me, Ava,” he orders, his voice rough against my lips, before sealing the command with a kiss that robs me of my breath.

The sudden burst of ecstasy shatters all rational thought and leaves us both gasping for air. It rips through me like a tidal wave, consuming me in its intensity.

I lose myself in the sensation—the feeling of Tyler’s body moving in perfect harmony with mine, the sound of our ragged breaths mingling together. This moment, when nothing else exists except for us, two bodies joined in a perfect union, is pure bliss.

As our movements slow and we ride out the aftershocks together, I am filled with a sense of contentment unlike anything I’ve ever known. The weight of Tyler’s body on top of mine is comforting and grounding—a reminder that I am not alone in this world.

Pleasure gradually gives way to tenderness as we come down from our high. Tyler nuzzles into my neck, peppering soft kisses along my skin as we bask in the afterglow.

We collapse, panting, a tangle of satisfaction and sweat. A soft sigh slips from me. Watching Tyler lose himself, and seeing that controlled exterior shatter under the force of sheer, unadulterated pleasure, is something I could get used to—something I never want to be without.

As I lie here, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my heart swells with a feeling I’d nearly forgotten—love.

As quickly as warmth floods me, a wave of terror follows.

Love wasn’t part of the plan.

Brody

Everywhere I turn in this house, her scent lingers like a melody—pervasive and hauntingly beautiful. It feels as though the very essence of the house breathes her in, then exhales her presence back into the air, entangling me in a web of her making. Under normal circumstances, this mix of scents would be a delight, but today…

Another moan vibrates through the house and deep into the core of our bond, unsettling the stillness of my heart.

Resigned, I go outside to hide, where the early morning light gently nudges the darkness away. The sun gradually unveils itself over the tree line, bathing the clearing in a soft, golden glow. Despite the turmoil within, leaving is unthinkable—I cannot, will not, leave them unprotected and alone.

The urge to be with them, and disrupt the solitude by claiming Ava, is overpowering. Just the mere thought stirs a deep, primal yearning within me, an undeniable tension.

My musings are interrupted by a subtle movement at the edge of the property. My body tenses, ready for any threat, until the figure becomes clear.

Fucking Natalie.

A sigh slips free. I don’t hate the girl, but she’s relentless and doesn’t know when to let it go. She isn’t a true threat either, but lately, she’s walking a fine line, and she knows because she is my earliest friend, she can push me more than the others.

Natalie was always full of optimism, bright eyes, and endearing pigtails. As she steps out of the woods and her eyes meet mine, her smile—a rare, genuine expression—transports me back to our childhood, filled with innocence and shared dreams.

Natalie was my first friend, long before the bonds with Ethan and Tyler were forged. We grew up together in the same clan a world away from here. The world we left behind was harsh, ruled by a cruelty that knew no bounds, but here, under Alpha Hughes’ leadership, we found a different kind of family—one that values kindness over power.

Living here however, warped Natalie’s true self, caught between the harsh expectations of our past and the newfound freedom of our present. She’s more guarded, her easy smiles replaced with calculated moves—a transformation that’s both fascinating and heartrending.

She could choose anyone in the clan to mate.

Her heart has always belonged to Ethan Hughes, despite his overt disdain. Her adoration for him is unwavering, casting me in the perpetual role of mediator, striving to maintain harmony where none seems possible. I grow tired of it.

“Nat,” I greet, offering her a smile that echoes our shared past.

“Brody,” she responds, her actions pragmatic as she dresses. I’m momentarily distracted by the potential misunderstandings her nakedness could provoke, especially with Ava so close by.

“What brings you here, Nat?” I ask, positioning myself as a barrier to the house, hoping to shield this encounter from prying eyes.

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