Page 47 of Moon Cursed
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” he whispered before tenderly pressing his lips to mine.
I whimpered as he slowly fucked me, lengthening out the pleasure until I fell asleep again with his tongue sliding over mine.
VERN
A few moments earlier…
I awoke to the sounds of my mate’s screams.
Alarmed, I forced my eyes open. Everything ached and burned as if I’d tried to shift a thousand times but failed. My skin felt sensitive and broken from the effort.
Then I realized that was exactly what had happened when I hit the resistance of my chains. As my vision slowly adjusted to the dim light offered by the surrounding Moon Blossoms, I spotted the source of my pain.
The female I should have accepted writhed underneath her chosen alpha as she took his knot.
It was a long process. I’d never been capable of a knot because I hadn’t been an alpha or even slated to become one. That part of my biology was new.
Two bulbs at the base of my cock swelled in response to my mate’s sweet sounds.
She didn’t notice me this time as I watched her. My wolf had already abandoned me, so it didn’t hurt quite as badly to witness her rejection that I fully deserved.
Without my wolf’s observations, I was ashamed to realize that I… enjoyed watching.
My hand slipped under my pants and fell to my cock as she worked his knot, reaching higher and higher levels of her orgasm that would last as long as his knot was inside her.
That’s what I had been told what it would feel like for her, anyway, and based on her reaction she was completely lost to the sensation.
I strained against my chains, pained that I couldn’t help her along. I wanted to take her beautiful breasts into my mouth that she ground against the cold floor. She would enjoy her nipples on my tongue so much more, wouldn’t she?
I wet my lips with anticipation of the thought, aroused by that simple fantasy.
A bead of precum made my fingers slick as my mouth parted and I leaned against the wall and stroked myself harder.
The wounds I’d sustained had partially healed thanks to the amount of Moon Magic in the area. Knowingly or not, Claiming the Outcast as she had released too much power to be contained.
A faint glimmer of her pleasure echoed in my mind as I stroked myself and I went still.
Somehow… I was still connected to her. Joining her in this way was strengthening our bond… not weakening it.
How is that possible?
After she had Claimed the Outcast, it should have severed her connection to me. While multiple pairings were possible, I’d never heard of a female maintaining a connection to multiple alphas.
That required too much power and a hint of insanity. Alphas would sooner kill each other rather than share.
Yet, the bond between us still existed, its proof sprouting in my core with pleasure rather than pain.
The Outcast whispered something in her ear and used her own fingers to work her beautiful pussy. I stroked myself with hard, long movements as her eyelids fluttered closed and she fell off the cliff as her body glowed with the power of the moon.
Oh fuck… yes.
My knot swelled and hot seed leaked over my knuckles in response to her peak. When she twisted and kissed the Outcast, I couldn’t even hold onto the jealousy that should have been stirring in my gut.
Instead I let the bond between us open and her pleasure became my own. My orgasm couldn’t even begin to compare. I was nothing but an echo to her desire, but I embraced what little pleasure I could that sent my seed spilling to the floor.
Panting, I slowly drifted out of the mesmerizing moment and realized what I’d just done.
That’s when the Outcast pulled out from the female and landed his bright gaze on me.
