Page 80 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
Dammit, I really should learn how to block him out.
“If I touch you, I’ll fuck you. You permitted me to kiss you, not fuck you. And unfortunately, as badly as I want to fuck you, this stupid spell that’s spreading up my arms might make it a little hard to fuck you properly.”
I blush, heat spreading through my body like a wildfire.
“Based on this kiss, I’m pretty sure you could fuck me just fine,” I think.
A strangled growl echoes through my head.
I bite my bottom lip. “Sorry, did I say that in your head again?”
“Yes,” he hisses. Then suddenly, we are feet apart, and the coldness turns to emptiness.
I’m confused for a second, until I feel the flickers of sunlight hitting my skin. The sun has begun to rise.
Nyx is huddled against the side of the building, standing in the shadows where the sun can’t hit him. But his gaze neverleaves me. I can feel how badly he wants me burning into my skin. That kiss just lit a flame inside both of us that’s going to be impossible to extinguish. Maybe we should have sex to try and get each other out of our systems.
If Nyx heard my thoughts, he doesn’t respond to them; instead, he begins to shift, not caring that he rips his clothes to shreds as he does. I’m guessing he considers them ruined anyway, since the witch’s blood is stained into them.
“Find your coat and pack the bag. We should go,”he says in a deeply commanding way that rattles my brain.
I want to tell him that my coat isn’t necessary. I grew up in Alaska. I’m a snow wolf, I’m used to the cold. I don’t need a coat, but the mood has shifted, and it’s not worth arguing with him at the moment. So I run inside the hut, put my coat on, and throw the rest of our things back into the backpack. Mentally, I prepare myself for spending the next several hours riding on his back.
When I step outside, Nyx stops moving, but not before I catch a glimpse of him limping slightly with his front legs as he walks.
“I can walk. You should run ahead, get back as fast as possible, then send Brax or Talonis to come find me,” I say.
“You’re not fucking walking, and I’m not leaving you.”
“Well, I’m not going to let you die.”
He huffs.“I’m not going to die. This is nothing.”
“It’s not nothing! That spell will work its way through your body until you die. Even if it’s not permanent, you lying dead in the forest means you could die permanently if the wrong person came along while I was getting help.”
“No one is dying. And you are not fucking walking.”
We both glare at each other, both more stubborn than the other.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say.
“Having you not with me will hurt a lot more than a little added weight to my legs, trust me. I need to know you’re safe as much as you need to know that I am.”
I finally climb on his back as carefully as possible. The second I’m on his back, he takes off, running at full speed without so much as a painful misstep.
We don’t talk, and I’m careful not to let my mind wander into strong thoughts that could accidentally be sent through our bond. I let him use all his energy and focus on getting us back to the Bloodmoon pack as quickly as possible. The soft snowflakes hitting my cheeks are the only thing keeping me focused as he runs.
Slumped shoulders and aching thighs have me barely still clinging onto his fur as I finally see the Bloodmoon pack village coming into view. I have no right to be tired or complain, though. It’s only as the village comes into view that Nyx begins to show the real pain he’s in. He’s been far too stoic up to this point.
He stumbles once, and I move to get off his back. But with a quick bounce, he keeps me on.
“You’re not getting off my back until we are safely with the Bloodmoon pack.”
“Stubborn, controlling, asshole.”
But I don’t fight him. I don’t want him to waste any more energy than necessary at this point.
Sylara steps out of Nyx’s house first as we approach the village.
