Page 135 of Conner's Luna

To fuck and fuck until we leave our soul in her and take hers with us.

The scent returns, but our mouth fills with something disgusting. Metal, hard and unforgiving, the opposite of what we want. We snap and snarl as males hold us down.

The honeysuckle grows closer and we fight harder. Will these males steal her from us? Blind, weak, we thrash and claw, feeling the restraints tighten. Our bowels were emptied earlier, our throat seared shut in pain, our abdomen set on fire. We are hollow. These males - did they claw our chest? Trying to reach the vital organ that beats for her?

Suddenly, we like being hollow. More of our female can fill us up. The softest touch skims our cheek. We see her, and it is our balm. Eyes that fill with tears blink down into ours. We snarl, letting her know that we will free ourselves from this and Claim her soon.

A soft sound rumbles from our female. We love that sound. It winds through us, finding all the holes and tears left in us from our mate bond, stitching us back together. Behind her voice, drops of rain pour over us. Together it is a symphony we would beg to hear again.

We relax, waiting, patient. She will be ours. When the males leave we will have her all to ourselves. She walks away and we flinch but keep still. We are weak... for now. We will fool these males into leaving us alone with our female and all her sweet, honeysuckle flesh.

It is hot. She curls in next to us. We stay still, half-asleep, but aware. Everything goes quiet. The males leave. We can hear their footsteps fall away, their voices drift farther and farther until we can barely hear them. Only the largest male remains. We must be careful. The alpha-male is lurking nearby.

We roll onto our female. Our eyes open and our claws rip her clothes free. She gasps, eyes wide on us. We growl softly, soothingly. We will never hurt our pretty female.

The metal still binds our canines, still makes us weak. We rub our face in her neck. Our venom clings to her skin. She makes a sound. Light, happy, then scolding. She is ticklish. Lightning flashes as she giggles. The world lights up.

We lift our head again to look into her mesmerizing eyes. Golds and browns. We open her legs, sinking into the cradle of her thighs. Our hard shaft prods her. She is tight, hiding her little pussy from us. We growl, demanding, and sink into her an inch as her thighs tremble around our hips. Those eyes widen. Something flashes in her face. She doesn't like it. Are we hurting her? She wriggles, trying to escape, and it flashes on her face again.

We sharply slap her outer thigh. She will hurt herself more if she keeps squirming on our dick. Honeyed, caramel eyes widen on us. She scolds again. Bee-stung lips turn downward in a sexy pout that makes our rock-hard cock like a steel pipe ready to rut her into this mattress.

We will kiss her later when our teeth aren't bound. For now, we must go slow. Be gentle. The rumble in our chest soothes her and with a huff, she settles. Thunder crashes around us, so we gather her closer, protecting her with our own body. We rock, back and forth, until she's moaning softly, her tight opening softening as we sink further and further. She strangles our cock.

We press our hips down and finally settle all the way inside our female. She sighs, pliant in our arms, murmuring petulantly. Her legs wrap around us. Gathering her close, we rock our hips slowly until she's scolding us again. Her arousal stings our nose. The metal hides our grin. We like teasing her. Doesn't her scent tease us?

She rocks her hips against us, trying to take control. Our chest vibrates with our laughter. She is a demanding little thing. We move faster for her, twisting our hips, rubbing our thumb along her sensitive flesh until she is begging in her pretty, dulcet voice.

The crescendo builds. She is whimpering, her non-claws digging into our shoulders, our back, our ass. The storm rages all around us, but she is safe, here in the center with us. We explore her body with our hands. Every curve of her we approve of. We twist our hips and fuck her harder. She screams when she comes for us.

It is a beautiful sound. We plant ourselves deep into her, rumbling our soft promise in her ear. We will always take care of our female. We love her.

We hold her as we both tremble and shake. She murmurs something softly. Her eyes blink up at us as her hands shove at our chest. We don't budge and she huffs again, before settling down to sleep for us.

Good female.

We wrap her close, inhaling her honeysuckle scent. In the distance, under the sound of the rain, the footsteps of the alpha-male move away. Satisfaction rings with every step.

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Conner

I thought I was going to die. Hell, I was ready for it. The pain was almost worse than the initial rejection. Fuck. I try to assess my body, the damage that I knew I would have to deal with today. Motherfucker. I'm busy today. Bailey is moving to ClearHowl and-

Shit. Bailey.

I turn my head, instinctively searching for her. My wolf thumps his tail, once, on the ground. He's worn out, but calm. I have to force my eyes open, my sense of smell is off, the last thing to recover after waking up from this bullshit.

Hazy golden clouds are all I see. Thin strands of bronze and copper dance with every breath I take and damn it's beautiful. I blink to bring it into focus and feel a smile cross my face. Even that hurts, something is pulling at my mouth.

I'm muzzled. Damnit. More of my memories of last night come rushing back. The loss of my mate bond. Letting go of Lydia completely and entirely. Being saved by Bailey. Rutting her.

Shit.

I sit up slowly, gently untangling myself. Hair, the cloud is hair. Bailey is fast asleep, her eyelashes so damn long on her cheeks. I can see them clearly, thick, dark at the bottoms and light at the tips. Maybe these lashes are why her eyes always seem to change color. I look closer and examine the spattering of freckles that I find fucking adorable. I raise my arm. It's not easy, but I want to touch her. Her mouth is hanging slightly open and she exhales in a huff as I skim my forefinger over her cheek. Her morning breath hits me and I inhale it like it's ambrosia. Guess my sense of smell is back.

I want to laugh at myself. Her morning breath is nice? I touch her eyelashes and she frowns a little, mumbling incoherently as she snuggles her face into my pillow.

"Bugs," she murmurs.

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