Page 5 of Moonlit Bonds

His hand cradles the back of my head and guides me as I work his cock.My tongue wraps around the underside of his head before he suddenly pulls me back.

“Enough.”

The one word is filled with need.

He flips me onto my back, control wrestled from me.

“Are you wet for me?” he asks.

I nod, knowing he wants the words too. “I am. I’m wet for you, Kieran. I need you inside me. So deep.”

“Tell me exactly what you want, Seraphina.”

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast, right now. I want you to fill me up, to brand me with your cock.”

He hauls me down so that I’m caged between his arms and parts my legs with his knee. “Your wish is my command.”

He enters me slowly, his face restrained as he lets me adjust to his size. But the second I raise my hips, he loses it, pounding into me until I beg for him to go harder and faster.Fuck yes. This is exactly what I needed, the kind of fun I craved. Our bodies move in unison, both of us starving, our relief found only in each other.

Somewhere in the haze of our passion, my body buzzes with unbearable pleasure and something else. Like powerful magic passing from him to me and back again.The electricity shifts from his body to mine until I’m lit from the inside.

“Kieran,” I cry out, wanting to tell him that something is happening between us, but he’s past hearing.

Above me, he’s coming undone, his release hitting hard, his hand coming between us to bring me to a shattering climax with him.

And that’s when I know my magic is no longer my own. My jaw drops open as I come apart beneath his hand, my pussy clenching around him. The magic inside of me twists into a knot, a tie, some unbroken and unfathomable tether.

I’m bonded to the alpha.

Kieran

Last night keeps replaying through my mind. Unlike other nights out on the town, when my brain and tongue feltplagued with old alcohol and mistakes, this all felt so good. Being with Seraphina felt good.

But, how had that happened? A wolf and a witch, oil and water.

My fingertips drum against the worn plastic countertop of the diner as I wait. We weren’t supposed to be fated mates. We weren’t supposed to be bonded. I rake a hand through my hair. Fate hadn’t gotten the message apparently.

And neither had my wolf. Both of them were firmly twined together in unison on this—we want Seraphina, and she belongs to us.

My wolf paces inside me like I’ve gone feral, demanding I take my mate again.And again. As many times as I can until she smells like me. Until she is so needy for me and my cock she won’t go anywhere.

I want to push things forward, rush to make her mine in all the ways that matter. The call on my phone last night had popped that bubble though. The simple text requested me back to pack lands and made it so that I’d left Seraphina with things between us unspoken.

Damn. Where are we supposed to go from here?

At this moment, I’d like to be anywhere but where I am.

I stand there across from Gloria in the Buck ‘N Dash Diner, ready to grab my dinner and go, as she rattles on about another fundraiser she wants the pack to participate in, a way to stuff the pantry for the upcoming winter. She grips her clipboard and holds it tightly against her chest, trying to look up at me with doe eyes I assume are supposed to entice me. They do not.

My mind only wanders back to Seraphina like I’m a lost pup and she’s my owner, and the magic she said she hoped she could undo. But what if she can’t?

It was supposed to only be a one-night stand. But Fate got its wires crossed, and here I am, bonded to a witch. A forbiddenmating, but what can the pack do about a bond like ours? I can’t worry about it, even if my wolf is howling for her.

I hated to leave her in bed, flushed just as I’d pictured her. Being apart from her is killing me, had killed me last night, to not be able to soak in more of her touch.

My face scrunches in a scowl. Gloria ignores me. How can Sera be my fated mate? Am I ready? Every part of me wars against the truth of what we’d done.

I sigh and try to reign my mind back to the present where Gloria is still droning on, happily oblivious to my internal struggle. Between every second word, Gloria bites her lip, tosses raven-colored locks over her shoulder, and offers a giggle. My frown deepens and I’m mentally counting from zero to one hundred, to not blow a fuse. I hate to have my time wasted. But being the alpha means coming into close contact with many females who’d like nothing more than to become my plus one through life. It’s like I’m the local, hot politician, and everyone wants me to play the Kennedy to their Jackie O.

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