Page 105 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“No, we’re both cold. Both ice and snow, and the chilled night air. You feel like you’re part of me. We’re the same.”
I gasp as he thrusts again hard, while his thumb gently strokes my nipple just like in my dirty fantasies. I love the stark contrast between a man who can be both gentle and rough at the same time.
“Gods, you’re incredible. Your gasps, your whimpers, your cries. I could listen to them all night,” he says.
He pulls another whimper from me as his pelvis hits my clit.
“And your body…” he growls his approval as he nips at my ear.
My body is humming, on the edge of orgasm. So fucking close, and yet I bite down on my lip and clench my fists at my side, doing anything I can to keep it from happening. I have to stay here in this moment. This can never stop, never end.
“Come, love.”
“I can’t.”
“You can…come.” His voice is so coaxing, and caring, and tender, like he’s trying to persuade me to jump through a window when the house is burning and he’ll catch me at the bottom.
He’ll catch me.
So I jump, right off the edge, letting my orgasm swarm like a hurricane; it hurtles through my body, blasting us both with how strong it is. Another lightning strike, even louder than the first, blasts through, lighting up the room, giving me an even better view of the predator on top of me, coming completely undone at the sight of my orgasm.
A single word floats in my head—love.
Yes.
No.
I force my walls up hard and fast. Not allowing the word to leave or for him to hear it. Not until I can process what it means without his thick cock buried inside me.
His body shudders, his own orgasm spilling inside me in cool bursts. His muscles are trembling as he holds me tighter, gripping onto me like I’m about to be blown away from him.
I dig my own fingers into his back until I realize my fingers have shifted into wolf claws and I’m drawing his blood.
“Don’t stop,” he says.
So I hold on for dear life, just like he’s gripping me. Our aftershocks rumble through us as we both pant in each other’s arms, our slick cum spilling out of me and onto him.
There’s a tingling on both of our tongues. Words we both want to speak but never do. And then my body starts glowing—the marks of the runes lighting up my body.
I don’t know what it means. But it puts a damper on any feelings either of us was feeling. Reminding us both of the elephant in the room. The reality we are both facing.
I push into his mind, needing to know what he’s feeling when he’s not saying anything. But I’m met with a dark, looming wall—one I know I have no way to climb.
I feel him pushing at the edges of my mind with the same desperation, needing to know how I feel. But my silvery white wall is tall and unyielding even against his formidable strength. For once, I know that I can block him out.
I’m not ready to share my feelings. The words that could destroy us, and neither is he.
Chapter 29
Nyx
The runes on her body have spread. What once marked only her stomach now coils down her arm, winding like twisted golden vines etched into her skin. They’ve glowed all night, taunting me each time I fucked her.
She’s not yours, she’s mine…
Gods, I know it all too well. Selfishly, I’ve been hoping the whole time that I was wrong—hoping everyone was wrong—that Lumi is mine. My intuition was screaming that she was my mate when he was trying to mark her, which meant she really is my mate.
In reality, I was likely pushed by the gods to save her so she could have more time to prepare for Ambrose’s mark. She wasn’t strong enough to survive the marking ceremony then. She would have died, and the curse wouldn’t have been broken. But she’s getting stronger each day. Her wolf is stronger, even if it’s tied to Ambrose. She’s ready now. She’d survive.
