Page 106 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
But I’ve been selfish with her. Fucked her senseless over and over again. Made it harder for her to make the right decision. To find her mate through our lust-filled moments together, because that’s all they really are—lust, attraction.
It’s all going to lead to heartbreak. Hopefully, just mine. Hopefully, she’s realized through this that I’m the bad boy who’s fun to fuck, but not the guy you marry, mate, and share a life with. I’m doomed. Not fucking her would have been a mistake, but fucking her knowing she’ll never be mine is going to wreck me forever.
She’s lying on my chest, completely passed out and naked. I run my hand through her hair that sparkles a little as the moonlight hits it, but it won’t for much longer. The sky is slowly changing. Soon the sun will rise, and we will have to face reality.
I push against her mind, trying once again to get inside, to prepare myself for the words I know she’s going to speak. But even in her sleep, she’s blocked me out. Sealed up so tight, there’s no way for me to get inside.
I grin, proud of her for finally figuring it out. I just wish now wasn’t the moment she did.
As more light starts to creep through the windows, I curse myself for not getting curtains. I had too much hope that I could somehow get rid of my vampirism.Foolish, foolish man.
I slide under the covers, pulling them over my head.
She stirs slightly as I yank her thigh so I can get a perfect view of her glorious pussy. I grin at the wetness still spilling out of her. I don’t know if it’s her or me. I’ve lost track of the times we’ve fucked, but I’ll remember every single time.
I gently kiss the inside of her thigh, inching my way up to the soft V that joins her leg to her cunt. She shifts her legs, letting her legs fall open, giving me permission and full access.
Fuck, yes.
One long stroke of my tongue tastes the wetness between her folds, spreading them over her sensitive lips. I’m rewarded with the softest of whimpers as she begins to stir a little more from her sleep. She begins to squirm, but I grip her thighs, holding them in place so I can feast on her.
Another whimper, then another. But no words. Not from her or me. There won’t be any words. Just our bodies joining like we’ve been doing this daily for weeks as our morning ritual.
I listen to her heavy pants as I slide my fingers inside her. I curl my fingers up, finding that sweet spot that leaves her breathless. As I pump my fingers in and out of her, my tongue lavishes her clit. She tastes so fucking good. I try to memorize the taste, the sounds she’s making, but they’ll fade, and they won’t always be this vivid.
And then she’s coming. It still amazes me how fast she can come after I’ve brought her to orgasm so many times tonight. But she does. She’s so sensitive, so ready for me at every moment.
As she’s coming, I flip our bodies until she’s straddling mine. The sunlight flashes on my face, causing me intense pain for a split second before she pulls the covers over us again, blocking us from the sun.
She reaches between her legs, finding my cock and easing herself down on me. Her eyes and messy hair tell me she’s still half asleep, but as she fills herself with my cock she comes alive.
Her nails shift to her wolf’s for a split second before she pulls them back as she grips my chest and rides my cock.
She’ll get her wolf back. She doesn’t realize it, but she’s already reclaimed a tiny part of it. She’ll get it back fully, one day.
She leans down until our bodies are pressed together as she kisses me with everything she has. She tastes like sweet, crisp morning chill. I run my hand through her hair, tangling myself in the mess, hoping I can tangle us together so much that this will never end.
Her thrusts over my cock grow faster, and soon I’m as breathless as she. Her warm wetness drips down onto my lower belly, and her walls grip me tighter and tighter with each rock of her hips up and down my cock.
And then she’s coming yet again. She breaks the silence game we were playing by screaming my name.
I cry out her name in return as I come buried deep inside her, pulling her to me with all of my might, digging myself as deep as I can into her.
She collapses her full weight onto me.
“Beautiful,” I whisper.
She sighs, and then I feel something. Or maybe I imagined it.
A tear lands on my chest.
“Lumi?” I pull her back to look at her, but as I do, there is no sign of her crying or the tear that I thought I felt.
She smiles at me, a genuine smile, as if I’ve just made her entire night. But the smile scares me more than the tear.
I nudge at her mind. Still blocked.
My eyes search hers for answers. But she looks too happy, too determined, too hopeful.
