Page 45 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

“Is that right?” Kerrigan asked, a defiant gleam in her eye. I fixated on her purple fingernails as she stroked, my jaw dropping, every muscle flexing. My self-restraint thrashed in the deluge of heady sensations, and I stopped fighting and fully surrendered.

After all, I was only human.

Well, half human. Every side of me wanted this, though.

“This ass, by the way...” I smacked it, watching for her reaction as the illicit sound echoed around us. Glee lit her eyes, and she pressed tighter against me, wiggling her hips side to side as my swollen head swiped across her upper stomach.

Oh, she wanted to play? I filled my hands with her bounteous cheeks, the tips of my claws jutting out and pricking the skin. “It’s incredible, and it’s all mine.”

“There’s my big bad wolf. Let him loose to play. I don’t want to tame the beast. I just want him all to myself.” Kerrigan hooked a knee over my hip, spreading herself wider for me as she dragged her silken heat from the bottom of my balls to the tippy top of my cock.

I braced my hands on the wall on either side of her head as she alternated between undulating and stroking. The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and greedy bastard that I was, I craved more control and more devouring. I seized her mouth with mine, digging my fingers so hard into the stone wall that it began to crumble beneath my palms.

Tiny rocks rained down on Kerrigan’s head and shoulders, and instead of flinching, she squeezed my shaft that much tighter, creating more friction as she increased the tempo. My entire body shuddered; my inhibitions ran wild.

Black dots danced across my vision as I all-out fucked her hand.

“That’s it,” she murmured as my balls constricted and my entire body quaked. “Now cum on my stomach. I want to smell like you when I crawl under my covers tonight.”

The statement was so unexpectedly indecent that I nearly lost it. I clung to that last thread tethering me to my control, to the ground, and to Kerrigan. I wound one of my hands in her damp hair and jerked back her head, allowing me deeper access. I plunged my tongue inside her mouth, tasting, devouring, and marking every inch as mine.

The pressure within me swelled to the unbearable point, and I roared as my orgasm rocketed through me. I emptied myself onto her stomach as requested, the sight so erotic I was already craving the next time, when I’d be nestled deep within her pussy.

As soon as I’d expelled the last drop, I drew Kerrigan to my heaving chest. Then I buried my head in her hair and inhaled the scents clinging to her skin. Dewy-fresh mountain, lake water, and her perfume, as well as her arousal and the result of mine.

“That thing you said earlier about crawling into your bed?” I growled, unleashing my full alpha stare. “Fuck that. You’ll be crawling under my covers with me tonight.”

By the time Kerrigan and I hiked down from the cave, rain clouds had covered the sun, resulting in a significant drop in temperature.

She shed her underwear, and both of us pulled on our dry clothes. Since she continued to shiver, I unearthed the leather jacket from my bike’s saddlebag. I rarely got cold, the jacket more about protecting my human skin than keeping me toasty. It looked way better on Kerrigan than it did on me anyway.

Her hair was drying in slightly frizzy waves that brought out the hint of red within the brown, and already I yearned for later tonight, when those silky strands would be splayed across the pillow as I took her in my bed.

I planned on avoiding Nissa until tomorrow morning if possible, so I’d check in with Diego to see what I’d missed and if there was anything that required my attention.

Kerrigan tucked her bra into the jacket pocket, and I quickly snatched her thong off the ground. “These are mine now,” Iinformed her, fiddling with the string for a moment before stuffing them into the pocket of my jeans.

She affected an offended expression, but the gorgeous smile spreading across her face immediately undermined it. “No fair. Since you go commando, I don’t get a souvenir.” She lifted a hand to her stomach, her skin flushing pink. “Never mind, I’m good.”

Evidently, she was hellbent on getting me to completely abandon my duties and take her right here and now.

“This place is as amazing as you claimed and was totally worth putting my life in your hands. Or paws.” Kerrigan wound her arms around my waist. “Thank you for showing it to me.”

“I’ve always felt a bit selfish not sharing it. But as soon as I became the official alpha of the pack, I was glad I’d kept one place where I could disappear to for snippets of time.”

“Somewhere you could also be alone to think of your family, I assume.” Kerrigan winced slightly, as though she weren’t sure if she’d crossed into forbidden territory. She’d hit the nail on the head, though. I didn’t like being vulnerable in front of anyone, and more, it was dangerous to allow myself to be.

“I’m sure you put pieces of the puzzle together after the night I thought you were a witch.” I cupped her neck and brushed my thumb over the thin skin I’d come frightening close to marring. Regret welled, along with bitterness and grief over what’d happened all those years ago. “My parents, siblings, and everyone from my pack except for Diego, were killed by a coven witches when I was twelve years old. I wanted to save them, but?—”

Please. Please spare our lives. At least the lives of our children...The words spouted from the muck I’d buried so deep I pretended it didn’t exist. My parents told me to run and hide mere minutes before our assailants caught up to them.

My sisters and two brothers were too young to flee, no chance of escape. Begging hadn’t changed the witch’s mind; she’d cackled as she executed my whole family, not a second’s consideration to their appeal.

If either my mom or dad had used their last moments to launch an attack, maybe I wouldn’t be the only survivor from my family. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to restrain my screams behind my hand as I’d cowardly raced away.

That was why I’d never allow my mouth to form a word meant for feeble people who begged instead of demanded.

“I wasn’t strong enough.” I swallowed in an attempt to dislodge the lump in my throat— it didn’t work. “It was over before I even knew what happened. Diego and I were the only two who survived. We wandered on our own for a few years, met Nissa, and formed our own pack four years after that attack. I’ve spent years lifting weights, reading books on military strategies, and learning to fight so I’d never be put in that helpless position ever again.”

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