Page 2 of Luna Rising

“One advantage of rising,” he whispered, his own fangs peeking out between his lips. “Sensations are heightened to an entirely new degree. For us, it’s even greater, because we still have our shifter senses.”

Hearing those words triggered something inside of me, and I became hyperaware of everything. The sound of two hearts beating on the floor below us. An almost offensive aroma of cooked meat made my nostrils flare. Ewan’s touch blazed across my skin, leaving flames in its wake.

My tongue wetted my parted lips, begging for his kiss. His hand slid down the back of pajama shorts to cup my ass. He rolled his hips, grinding his hard cock against my hip.

“Gaia, I want to fuck you,” he whispered.

I smiled, rearranging to straddle his lap. “Are you waiting for an invitation?” I rubbed against him, eliciting a moan.

“A lot has happened,” he growled, hands moving to my waist. “There are people waiting to talk to you.”

As if on cue, the heartbeats from downstairs grew louder in my ears, warring for attention with the ache at my core.

Ewan's grip tightened, fingers digging into me. “Focus on me, Zara.”

The pounding in my head became deafening, my throat as dry as my lady parts were wet. My vision swam. Blood. Must drink blood. Ewan grabbed my jaw, his voice laden with authority.

“Look at me, Snyder.”

I blinked, helpless in the face of his command.

“Just breathe, okay?”

My lip curled back. “What a ridiculous thing to say. I don’t need to breathe,” I reminded him.

His hips bucked, and I drew in a sharp breath. Ewan laughed softly, his fingers releasing my chin and sliding down my throat.

“Normal, mortal tasks like breathing will keep you grounded.” His hand skimmed my collarbone, pulling the oversized t-shirt off my shoulder. He brought his mouth to my neck.

My eyelids fell closed as I clenched my thighs around his hips. “I’m trying to concentrate on a very mortal act.”

Ewan trailed scorching kisses along my skin before he finally spoke. “Not yet. You need to feed before Essie gets here, which should be any minute.” He lifted his head and met my eyes, his full of promise. “Later, all of me is yours. Right now, all you can have is my blood.”

My fangs extended fully, gaze zeroing in on the vein in his neck. He slipped his hand beneath my hair and guided me closer. My stomach tightened, mouth watering. His blood called to me. The flames licking my throat burned hotter, need consuming me to the point if he hadn’t already offered his veins, I would’ve begged to bite him.

Ewan stroked the back of my neck. “Drink,” he ordered.

My pointy teeth pierced his skin with no effort. His blood set my tastebuds soaring to new heights, detecting flavors that had no mortal equivalent. My nails dug into Ewan’s shoulders. He pressed me tighter against his neck and whispered in my ear.

“Good girl, Zara.”

My body hummed like a finely tuned instrument. Our bond may have given Ewan his power, but his blood filled me with life. I felt his love, his protection, his fears. As I consumed both the negative and positive emotions, literally, I grew desperate to ease his mind and bask in his affections.

A tickle at the base of my skull warned me to proceed with caution. Why? I didn’t know. I ignored my subconscious and lost myself in Ewan.

He yanked a fistful of my tangled hair, voice gruff. “I said, enough,” he growled.

I retracted my fangs from his neck, still salivating over his blood. His annoyed expression and irritated tone suggested he’d spoken several times before I stopped. Something vibrated against my inner thigh. Ewan reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. The display showed a new text from someone named Charlie: She’s here.

Ewan typed back with one hand and sent the reply before I could read it. He pocketed the phone and met my unfocused gaze. His jaw clenched, regret filling his crimson eyes.

“Essie arrived.” His thumb traced the curve of my mouth, and then slid between my lips to give me one last taste of his blood.

He moved so fast that he reached the door before my brain registered the fact that he’d rolled me off him and left me alone on the bed. Ewan adjusted the bulge in his pants, a wicked smile toying on his lips. On his neck, the puncture marks had already healed, leaving two little red smears on his smooth skin.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he slipped into the hallway.

I sat motionless for several minutes before the command lifted and Ewan’s alpha wishes no longer held me in place. Downstairs, the front door opened and closed as he exited the house. My speed impressed even me as I rushed to the bedroom door without an inkling of what I intended to do.

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