Page 86 of Hunter Moon

I leaned down and bit his shoulder, careful not to move while I did it, not wanting to hurt him—like I even could.

Still, he groaned and threw back his head, pressing me against his chest.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped. “That’s so fucking good.”

Not good enough though. Wasn’t going to be enough. I needed all of him, like it was my heat. But it wasn’t. It was just us—me and Aspen Grove—and knowing he was there because it was exactly where he wanted to be.

I held him steady when I lifted my hips, and when I sank onto him, my vision whited out. He was big, his cock thick and blunt and throbbing with heat. I cried out, rocking my hips with my hands braced on his chest, riding every bit as hard as I could manage. I wanted to feel him inside, feel him everywhere. I wanted it to bruise so I’d never forget this.

“Fuuuck.” Aspen arched, his hips thrusting up to meet the sway of my body. He reached down, gripping my cock. His thumb flicked over the leaking tip and I sobbed. “Love the way you move, baby. Know me so well, just what I need.”

But that was too much, his sweet words in that low, mature rumble going right to that brittle, needy part of my brain that was trapped wanting him, sating the wounds he’d left behind and covering them with pure sweetness.

My arms shook, my strength failing as just the still, loose grip of his hand sent my whole body trembling.

He smirked up at me then, all pleasure and pride. Then, in one move, he flipped us over.

My shoulders pressed into his jacket on the ground, but Aspen lifted my hips, changing the angle so while he sat on his knees, he could rock back and forth, his dick sliding inexorably in and out, spreading me wide with every thrust.

One hand was under my ass, squeezing and kneading muscle until I was so wet that every thrust made a slapping, sucking sound when I spasmed around his blunt head. The other hand, he’d hooked under my knee, holding me up, while he stared down at where our bodies were joined, where my cock was bouncing flushed and slick against my pale stomach.

“Too good like this, Brook. We were made for this. My cock, your ass.”

And his heart and mine. It was all twisted up together, pounding with every heartbeat so I was already so close to the edge when he touched me again.

A few strokes, efficient and attentive all at once, and I arched. A shudder worked through my body, rolling like those waves I’d imagined as he stroked me through it, white come marking his fingers and my skin.

I felt it—his knot—swell inside me, bruising my rim with each push until he caught and it exploded.

Full, so full, like he’d split me in two.

Sweat was on his golden brow, and every nerve ending in my body was trembling with overstimulation. His hand had gone still, but I gritted my teeth.

“Don’t stop, Asp. Don’t fucking stop,” I hissed at him.

It was too much, and I wanted more. I’d never have enough of this alpha, and that was fine, because when my body swayed, I felt him inside, filling me up. He was there and I was safe and—

“Fuck!” I shouted, my cock spasming in his hand, his grip and his cock pushing my prostate, milking every drop out of me until I was sure I’d pass out.

My eyes had squeezed shut, but I’d forgotten what sight even was until I blinked them open again and looked up at his smiling, exhausted face. “More?”

I shook my head hard. I couldn’t take more. Couldn’t even breathe.

But he gathered me up in his arms, kissing my forehead, rolling us over again so I was on top of him. And if I wiggled, determined to draw out the pleasure of his knot locked inside me, well, he was mine.

I was allowed.

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Aspen

The duplex wasn’t remotely what we wanted, but it was also perfect.

Perfect because Isaac Tartt owned it, and agreed to lease it to us on a monthly basis, so that once the house was ready, we could move right into it, no worries about months left on an existing lease.

Also perfect because it meant that Brook and I got to be Brook and I. Together. Just us. It was close in a way we’d never managed before, sleeping in the same bed every night, and coming home to him every evening, no matter what the two of us had to do in the intervening hours.

And of course, there were more than a few days, especially right at the start, where we just stayed there, together, all day.

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