Page 60 of Fated Despite the Moon

Makayla gripped his rear pulling him into her deeper, over and over, their movements slow and sensual, building the friction between them.

"Makayla."

She could barely make out her name on his lips as his fangs elongated, and his eyes went bright blue. The erotic sight shoved her closer to her own climax. He called her name again, louder.

His mouth fell open and his eyes closed as his head reared back.

She hooked her thumb inside his mouth. "Look at me Caleb."

His eyes opened, and he bit down lightly on her thumb. A tremor coursed through her body.

"Caleb."

Their eyes stayed locked as her muscles wound tight and everything around her faded away. His shoulders bunched, and every muscle in him tensed as his body collided with hers. Her back arched, and nothing else mattered. She came hard, panting and pulling his hips against hers, harder and faster. Utter bliss engulfed her as her wolf howled.

She pulled his mouth to hers and claimed it with her own. Caleb. Her Caleb. She wanted him. She needed him. And she would do whatever it took to keep him.

The waves died down, and she fell back on the pillows. Their tongues swirled against each other, and he lay atop her gently, keeping most of his weight off her belly. Pushing her hair from her face he kissed her cheeks, her lips, her nose, her chin.

He rolled off her and pulled her into his arms, their bodies warm and slick. She draped her arm over his torso and lifted her leg on top of his. Happiness invaded her in a way she'd never experienced. Her wolf stood suddenly and pushed against the restraints holding her back. A shift ripple coursed over Makayla's skin.

She clutched her chest and sucked in a breath pushing her wolf down.

"Is something wrong?"

"I don't think so. I think something is right. My wolf wants to be let out."

He chuckled and traced her arm with his fingertips. "I know the feeling."

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Caleb allowedthe sensations of peace and contentment to wash over him. He'd wanted so badly to mark her with his scent and bite her, sealing the mating between them further, but he'd held back. Having sex was one thing, going all in was totally another.

"Who is Franny?" Makayla asked, her voice coming out soft.

Caleb's gut squeezed. He knew he'd have to tell her at some point. He just didn't know that it would be so soon.

"I've heard her name mentioned a few times, and a woman named Alice approached me today saying I stole you from Franny."

Caleb swallowed hard. "Franny was my girlfriend. She was my first and my last before you. We were together for about three years." His voice trailed off as Franny's face floated into view. She'd been so different from Makayla. Dark haired and golden skinned with eyes like the night sky. Short and curvy but with an infectious smile.

"Did she go away after you broke up or something?"

Caleb sucked in a deep breath. "She killed herself about six months after being attacked by a guy passing through Wolf River. A rogue." His jaw clenched tight at the memory of having tried to befriend the rogue by giving him a job.

Makayla sat up and looked down at him, her golden hair falling into her face.

"I'm so sorry."

He brushed the hair back over her shoulder. "She didn't deserve what happened to her. Her sister Hannah has been taking care of their mother ever since. But Alice hasn't been able to hold it together since Franny's death."

"I can't imagine the pain that caused you or her family."

Caleb couldn't look her in the eyes. He couldn't tell her that he'd never caught the guy who'd done it. Couldn't tell her that if he had, he would have done the exact same thing to him that he, Griffin, and their dad had done to Lenny. Couldn't tell her that—

"It's not your fault," she said, as if reading his thoughts. "She made her own choice, as poor as it was. You never could have stopped her if it was what she really had wanted to do."

"Maybe. But I should have seen the signs. Maybe I could have gotten her more help."

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