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She rocked her body against him as she worked his shirt up, and she could feel his heart beating harder. She didn’t think he could hold out that much longer. His shirt came off, and Moira flung it down. She licked his chest, slow and gentle, letting him watch as she savored his naked chest.
She could feel his growl vibrating his bones as she nipped at the dense muscle of his chest. Moira looked up at him and saw that his eyes had gone dark, with his iris filling up more of the eye than it should. She was making him wolf out, but he hadn’t moved yet. So he thought he could hold out against her? They would just see about that.
She pulled away from him, and he made a little whine. Slowly she unzipped her shirt, the zipper making a sharp little burr of noise as it separated. Dropping her shirt onto the floor, she ditched out of her pants and stood in front of him in her sexy as fuck bra and panties. She blessed the Moira she couldn’t remember for picking out good lingerie for this adventure. Killian was breathing heavily through his nose.
“See something you like?” Moira asked, running a handcasually over her breast.
His growl rumbled out louder, and he snapped his teeth together. He wanted her so bad. She bit her lip as she prowled her way back to him. She wanted to taste him again. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she kissed his chest gently, sank to her knees, and let her tongue drag down his entire torso.
He swallowed hard and stood absolutely still as she unsnapped his pants. She was half-convinced he’d actually stopped breathing. She tugged his pants down gently. His cock was rock hard, and she swirled her tongue around the tip.
The next moment he was landing on top of her, pulling her to the floor, his mouth crashing into hers. Moira would have laughed at her triumph, but she didn’t have any air. He ruthlessly yanked her panties down, practically upending her and flinging them off. When it returned to her body, his hand was hard and firm, sliding up her skin with the same tortuous slowness she’d been giving him. His fingers slipped between her thighs, and she groaned. He stroked her, making her quiver with longing. She hoped he didn’t think she could hold out as long as he could because there was no way.
“Killian,” she whined, and he answered with a growl. He pushed her legs apart, his hand sliding along her thigh to take her ass in a firm hand. She gave a happy wriggle. She liked his hand right there, gripping her tight, fingers digging in. He thrust into her, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
“Fuck yes,” she gasped. She grabbed Killian’s neck, pulling him down to kiss her again as he fucked her. The hard movement of his hips rocking against her felt so good. It felt powerful to be with him—like they were moving to some sort of greater music.
Abruptly, he seized her leg and pushed it in front of him, flipping her over. She went with a yip of surprise, and thenhe pushed into her again as one hand unsnapped her bra. It dropped off of her as his hands took the place of the lace.
He drove into her at a pace that made her pant. He felt so damn strong.
“Moira,” he groaned as he began to drive faster. She met his thrusts with her own, flexing to take him deeper, arching her back. She had no words to answer him, just a series of feral whines as her long claws dug into the carpet beneath her. She felt so close to the edge, and she felt a wild sort of freedom, knowing that he was right there with her.
He pushed deep and then bit down hard on the space between her shoulder and neck as they both came.
When Moira could focus, she felt Killian licking the place where he’d bitten her.
“I think I made a mark,” he said, sounding worried. “You healed, but there are still marks. I don’t know what I did.”
Moira couldn’t stop the self-satisfied purr that came out of her. “Good. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
“Is it?”
“It means I’m your mate,” she said. “Don’t worry, it will fade down.”
“I didn’t know that,” he said, sounding puzzled.
“Some wolf traditions have been lost,” said Moira sleepily. “Maybe your pack didn’t tell you. Now pick me up and take me to bed.”
Killian chuckled. “Yes, my mate.”
Episode 14
Anubis
Killian
The explosion brought Killian bolt upright with claws and teeth out. He stared into the darkness and realized that he wasn’t really looking—he was smelling. The room was painted in shades of smell that made the monochromatic gray shapes of the bedroom pulse in waves of scent that lit up his brain in colors.
“Baby, you have your wolf face on,” said Moira blinking at him sleepily.
He realized that she was right. His entire head was wolf.
“But, I mean, you look like an Egyptian god, so that’s cool.”
He opened his mouth, but only his tongue came out. He couldn’t figure out how to make it stop. He could feel his muzzle lifting as he tried to change back.
“See?” she demanded triumphantly. “It’s harder than it looks!”
