Page 35 of Moon Destiny

Mind made up, I strode to the door with a sense of purpose. The hall was thankfully empty, but that didn’t stop me from being nervous. I wiped my hands on my shorts. God, I was sweating.

Except I didn’t have anything to be nervous about! I was sneaking—walking—down to the kitchen like a normal person. If Hugh had a problem with that, he could just—

A loud thud had me jerking around, my gaze going straight to Hugh’s door. I strained, listening for more, when his muttered “fuck!” drifted into the hall. He sounded like he was in pain.

Had he fallen? Could werewolves fall? Of course they can, idiot. But it was hard to imagine someone as strong and collected as Hugh doing something as ordinary as falling. Still, if he was hurt…

There was a sharp crack followed by another moan.

I moved without thinking, quickly going to the door and opening it. I swept my gaze around the bedroom, expecting to see Hugh sprawled on the floor with a head injury or something. But there was nothing, just the steady hiss of a…shower.

“Brooke.” I swung toward the cracked bathroom door. Heart in my throat, I rushed to it and pushed it open.

Hugh stood in the shower with his back to me and his dark head bent under the spray. One bloodied hand rested on a chunk of cracked tile just above his head. The other moved in a steady rhythm as he…

I froze in place, my face flooding with heat. He wasn’t hurt. He was getting himself off—and he’d just said my name while doing it. My throat went instantly dry. He was impressive with his clothes on. Naked, he was magnificent, and I could only gape at the expanse of tan, water-slick muscle. My gaze roved over his broad shoulders down to his trim waist and—holy shit—his ass was a work of art. I’d never really been spellbound by a man’s ass before, but Hugh’s was drool-worthy. An ache built between my thighs as I studied his taut, muscular cheeks. Water ran down his skin in rivulets, and a fantasy popped into my head: me placing my hands on those broad shoulders and tracing the path of the water with my tongue.

I needed to get out of here. Needed to turn around and leave as fast as I could. Instead, I found myself moving forward, my heart beating faster as the need between my legs grew more urgent. I was so close now, I could see my reflection in the glass of the shower door. My eyes were a pale, glowing blue—and they were filled with something I’d never seen before but had no problem identifying now.

Hunger.

My wolf surged forward, its presence obliterating all rational thought. My desire surged too, making my nipples tighten and the needy flesh between my legs damp and wanting. My breathing grew ragged, and a tiny whimper escaped before I could stifle it.

Hugh whipped around. And, oh god, the front view was even more impressive than the back. He was big everywhere, from his sculpted chest to his rippling abs. And farther south…

I felt my eyes widen. He gripped himself, his thick shaft overflowing his palm. The fat head was engorged, and a pearly drop of precome beaded at the tip.

The hunger brewing within me flared higher. I licked my lips.

Our gazes locked. Glowing green eyes raked my body with a possessiveness that stole my breath.

Another whimper broke loose.

I wasn’t certain who moved first. Maybe we moved at the same time, because suddenly he was out of the shower and we were crashing into each other, our mouths tangled together in a fiery kiss I felt everywhere. I clutched at his shoulders, my fingers slipping over slick, solid muscle. He gripped my ass in two big hands and hoisted me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. It didn’t slow down our kiss one bit. We went at each other like combatants, our tongues thrusting and stroking in a wild dance. I ground my aching sex against his cock, desperate for friction.

He ripped his mouth away without warning, then trailed hot, gentle kisses down my neck, making me gasp and tip my head to the side as shivers coursed over my skin.

“Need to fuck you,” he growled, the blunt words a tantalizing contrast to the tender press of his lips. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice so raspy I didn’t recognize it. I wanted to tell him I needed it now. That I couldn’t wait because my body was burning up.

But he seemed to know, because he walked us quickly to the bedroom. A second later, he dropped me on the bed.

I bounced once and lay still, my lips swollen and wet from his kiss. Afternoon sunlight filled the room, ensuring I could see every inch of his big, powerful body. I’d towered over boys since fifth grade, and it was rare for me to feel small. But I did now as Hugh just stood there, not making a move. Just watching me with his bright predator’s eyes.

A big, bad wolf. And one who looked like he wanted to devour me bite by bite.

I couldn’t stop my gaze from dipping to his cock, which thrust proudly from his hips, the veined shaft so rigid it looked painful. When I dragged my eyes back up, his own blazed like emeralds, and the look he gave me was like a brand. Mine, it said. I didn’t need to read his thoughts to hear it.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” he said, his voice so low and guttural it took me a minute to decipher his words. He flicked a blatantly propriety look down my body. “Take them off.”

I did it without thinking, rising to my knees and pulling my shirt over my head. I unbuttoned my shorts and wriggled out of them. My bra and panties were coral pink satin, and I knew the color looked good against my skin. When his gaze went to my nipples poking against the fabric, a wicked smile curved in my mind. Instead of unhooking my bra, I slipped the straps off my shoulders and stroked along the edge of the cups, nudging them lower.

Slowly, he brought one hand to his dick and gave himself a leisurely stroke. I could only stare, riveted, as a bead of moisture leaked from the slit. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he said.

The thinly veiled command licked over my skin like electricity, and I had to suppress a moan as I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. His heated gaze devoured my breasts, and I couldn’t hold back my moan. Because he was right. Him telling me what to do did it for me. So did this striptease he’d boxed me into. We’d gone from that wild, desperate kiss in the bathroom to him hitting the brakes in a squeal of smoke. He was fully in control and I had no idea what to expect and nothing had ever been hotter.

He watched me with eyes narrowed to burning emerald slits. “Are you teasing me, sweetheart?” he asked in a dangerous voice.

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