Page 57 of Moon Destiny

“You’re…not?”

I shook my head. “I had a lot of time to think when Seren—” I swallowed hard, and Hugh squeezed my fingers. I squeezed them back to let him know I was okay. “When he hurt me. I thought I lost things when you bit me. But I gained things, too. One of those things is time. I’ve spent years waiting for opportunities at work, and I’ve always felt like I was racing against an invisible clock. My time was limited but…it’s not anymore. I can explore other writing jobs.” I grinned. “I might even revise your boring werewolf instruction manual.”

He tapped a gentle finger against my jaw. “Cheeky.”

I leaned into his hand. “I gained time, but I also gained something far more important. Fate brought me to you. There is nowhere else I’d rather be.”

We looked at each other for one bright, shimmering moment. Then he was up and backing me to the bed. He lowered me carefully to the mattress and covered my body with his. I expected him to kiss me, but he propped himself on his elbows above me and just…beamed. He was so handsome. And he looked so happy. I’d done that. It was a heady feeling knowing I’d made Hugh Dalton happy.

“I love you,” he said. “The whole pack is going to make fun of me because I’m going to be an absolute idiot about it.”

My heart swelled. “It’s okay. There are plenty of other reasons to make fun of you. And I love you too.”

“I’d like to kiss you now.”

“Okay.”

And he did. He took my mouth in a tender, unhurried kiss, stroking his tongue along mine and biting gently at my bottom lip. His rigid cock prodded my thigh, and I squirmed under him, anxious for him to speed things up.

In response, he grabbed my wrists and stretched them over my head. Then he took our kiss from soft to scorching. I arched into him, moaning as moisture flooded my panties. “Want,” I gasped against his lips.

“You’ll get it,” he said, his labored breathing proving he wasn’t as in control as he might like me to believe. He moved quickly, bounding off the bed and grabbing a condom while I stripped off my clothes. On his way back to the bed, he pushed his sweatpants down. They caught on his ankle, and he shook them off with an impatient growl.

My soft snort brought his head up, and he grinned as he straddled my hips. “Are you laughing at your alpha?” he asked with a raised brow.

“No.” I held my breath as he stroked his cock, his abs rippling. God, he was huge. And he was all mine. “Wait. Do I get punished if I do?”

His grin widened. “I’ll have to check the rules but, yeah, I’m pretty sure a punishment is in order.” He ripped open the condom with an exaggerated growl, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Then my breath caught as he covered me once more and pushed inside. Goosebumps rushed over my skin, and warm, liquid pleasure snaked through my veins.

“Hugh,” I whispered, rocking up to meet him.

“Yes.” He began to thrust, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way possible. He sank all the way inside and moved his hips in a sensual glide. “Just like that, baby. God, your pussy feels so good.” He dropped sweet kisses on my face, touching his lips to my forehead, my eyelids, my nose. “I love your little freckles,” he rasped, deepening his thrusts.

“You do? I’ve always hated them.”

He looked scandalized. “They’re so fucking cute. We should get you more.”

My chest shook with laughter. “You can’t just get more freckles.”

“Ah well.” He kissed the bridge of my nose. “I’ll have to make do with these, then.” He hiked one of my legs high on his hip and pumped faster.

“God, yes!” I clutched his big shoulders, hanging on as he pounded into me, his thrusts deep and merciless and perfect. I wanted more. Always, always more.

“Touch yourself,” he gasped. He reared back, settling on his knees as he continued to thrust. He grabbed my ankles and held me open, bending me in half so my sex was splayed before him. “Make yourself come, sweetheart. I want to see it.”

Shivers coursed over my skin as I plunged my hand between my legs and stroked my clit. White-hot pleasure threatened to blast me apart. I worked myself furiously under his watchful gaze, my body trembling with every powerful thrust of his cock. He filled me and possessed me…but he also gazed at me with utter adoration. His green eyes gleamed, his gaze running a continuous path from my face to my bouncing breasts to my clit.

“So gorgeous,” he breathed, his nostrils flared. Sweat sheened his chest as he fucked me faster, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. We both watched as his cock pummeled me, his thick shaft shiny with my arousal.

My orgasm took me by surprise, blistering through me in a hot sweep. I rubbed my clit in fast, hard circles, riding the waves of pleasure until I had no choice but to throw my head back and scream. “Yes! Hugh, oh God, yes!” My hand fell away from my pussy, and I held my thighs open while he continued to pound me.

His release took him just as quickly. He lost his smooth rhythm, his movements growing frantic and disjointed. He pumped a few more times and cried out as he emptied inside me.

We crashed on the bed together, panting and sweaty. He pulled me against him and traced a finger down my chest, over the unblemished skin where Seren’s magic had cut me.

“I’m okay,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. My sex spasmed from my orgasm, and my throat was raw from crying out Hugh’s name. “It healed.”

He stroked my hair back from my damp forehead. “I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest that day. No one will ever hurt you like that again.”

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