Page 136 of Conner's Luna

I chuckle and it hurts. "Ow," I mutter. Her eyes flutter, but don't open. She blinks at me and smiles a little. I shift so that I'm on top of her, sliding into her sweet body.

She winces and I freeze. Shit, I just did it without thinking. It seems so natural to be inside my girl. I try to ask her if she's ok, but the muzzle muffles my voice.

"I'm fine," she answers anyway, arching her back in a way that thrusts her chest up to my face. I growl. I want those tits in my mouth. The venom dripping in my mouth would be a problem, though. Explains the muzzle.

My wolf stirs. He took the hit from my 'mate' harder than me. He opens his eyes, stares at Bailey, then closes them again with one more thump of his tail, satisfied at her presence. He rutted her with me last night. This morning is all me.

I gently thrust, not looking to nut, just enjoying being so close to my girl. The morning light makes her skin glow. I want to wake up like this every morning for the rest of my life. I need to get her on birth control, though. She can't keep taking the morning after pill. It's not meant to be used that way, according to the box.

Bailey's eyes flare wide suddenly. "Conner!" she gasps, trying to sit up. "Are you alright?" I pin her with one arm easily, enjoying the wiggling despite how sore I am. I grunt, letting her know that 'no' I'm not alright. I don't want to slip out of her.

She goes still, "sorry, Conner." Big hazel eyes full of worry and sympathy look at me. "Do you feel better?" Tears form in her eyes. "It was so scary, Conner. You were..." I nuzzle her neck, cutting off her words.

"Conner, get off of Bailey."

My dad can suck it. I'm busy.

"Her dad is here," Dad says from the doorway wickedly.

"Fuck," I breathe as I pull away from Bailey's neck. I stare at her blinking hazel eyes, taking advantage of the soft, dreamy look to see all of those gorgeous colors swirling around. Shit, she has freckles, gold dust, in her eyes. How fucking magical is this little human girl?

"Conner," she hisses. The dazed and confused look has faded to shocked embarrassment.

"Bailey, why don't you clean up a little? Your dad brought some of your clothes this morning. We have breakfast downstairs." My dad's voice is the gentlest I have ever heard from him except when he speaks to mom and papa.

Bailey lets out a little squeak, her blush lighting her cheeks as she pulls her pillow over her face and hides in the covers. I gently pull out, my wolf sharply growling, and sit up, slowly, then stand, careful to keep her nudity shielded by the tangled blankets. One glance to my right reveals the clothes she was wearing last night. Yeah, they're torn to shreds.

My dad grasps my shoulder and I wince as he yanks me from the room into Braxton's empty bedroom. He is grinning, "how're you feeling today, son?" He flicks the muzzle. I tear my shoulder out of his grip and glare at him. He laughs, taking out a small key from his pocket. I turn when he indicates it and feel him fumbling with the lock behind my head.

"Xander is here. He wants to talk to you."

Shit. I'm still operating on instinct. My head is foggy with remembered pain and ecstasy. I want nothing more than to crawl back into bed with Bailey, but... fuck. Did I hurt her? What did she see last night? What did I do? I mean, I remember what I did, but did Bailey really want a half-feral rut? She was a virgin two days ago.

I turn to go back and check on her, but Dad isn't having it. "Let her recover a little," he warns me.

"I need to check on her," I say hoarsely.

"She needs space," Dad tells me firmly. Space. It's official. I hate that word. Especially when it comes to Bailey. "I mean it, Conner. Trust me. I have two mates, remember? Give her a minute to wash up and feel herself again without her wolf-boyfriend breathing down her neck."

"Do you think she's OK?" I ask him, feeling vulnerable suddenly. "You should have let me Mark her last night."

"Yeah? Does she know what that means? You explained everything to her already?" Dad snaps as he marches me downstairs.

"No," I admit reluctantly.

"Let Xander chew your ass out. Take it like an alpha. Then, you can explain everything to Bailey and see if she still wants your ass."

"Fuck," I tear my shoulder out of his grip and start to head back up the stairs. Bailey may not want me? That's not happening.

"Conner," Uncle Alex's hard voice makes me groan out loud. I can't fight both my dad and Uncle Alex. I inhale and groan again. Uncle Lyall is here, too.

Reluctantly, I spin around and walk into the small study. We've never used this room. It's too small to be used for anything useful and we have enough rooms. Once the door shuts behind me, it feels even tighter with the four of us crammed inside.

Uncle Alex glares at me. "Braxton told us that you knew this was going to happen. He left, thinking that you were having Bailey with you. He didn't want to be tempted by your mate when you were so vulnerable, Conner."

Shit. That's why Braxton has been gone? My little brother's been through some hard shit and after last night, I get it. I lost my truemate to another male, but I have Bailey to soothe that ache. Braxton's truemate died just after his first shift, years ago. How painful must that have been?

I have never had more respect for my little brother. He lost the position at my side because he was so fucked up after Caroline's death, but was that even fair to him? He's a good male, a strong male. At first, I asked him if he wanted his spot back, but he always refused. I stopped asking a while ago. How long? Probably two years, at least.

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