Page 41 of Strawberry Moon

When he broke the kiss, his lips were gorgeously flushed, his eyes cloudy. I clutched him close, shoving him down on my dick so hard he cried out. But he smiled, that innocent press of his teeth against his sinfully red lips driving my wolf wild.

“Can you do it again?” he whispered, still rocking his hips, desperate for more.

“Do what, sweetheart?”

Archer whined. When he pushed in, his cock dug into my stomach and when he sank back, he spread his legs wide, determined to get as much of me in him as he could. Had he been a wolf right then, he might’ve devoured me whole.

“Your knot. I want your knot.”

His cheeks were so red. He was panting hard. And dammit, there wasn’t a thing in the world I wanted to withhold from him. Least of all that.

I ran my fingers through his red hair. Clenched my fist.

He gasped as I held him back, exposing the long, smooth column of his neck. I dragged my teeth up it. Damn and tarnation, I couldn’t bite him. Mark him as my own. Keep him.

But I wanted to. I wanted to sink into his flesh and claim every inch of this omega.

He whimpered, letting me lave my tongue across the pink lines my teeth had left on his skin, where his blood rushed to the surface. So responsive and warm andmine.

“I’m an alpha.” I pressed a sweet kiss against his skin, then took a second to drag in a long breath, right there in the soft hollow beneath his jaw.

When I pulled back and stared up into his blown-out eyes, holding him prone and tilted back in the circle of my arms, his body flexing and chasing pleasure even now, I felt my teeth sharpen. The wolf wanted him as much as I did and for once, we worked as one.

I ran my tongue over my pointed canines and grinned. “Sweetheart, I was made to give you everything you need.”

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Archer

Everything I needed.

That was what Ford proceeded to give me, too.

His knot, over and over. His warm, welcoming arms, wrapped around me, grounding me perfectly. He even found a tiny little nook among the rocks, a small cave where we would be safe from the rain, or the prying eyes of anyone who might stumble across us.

I fell asleep with him still inside me, his arms around me, listening to the pitter patter of a light drizzle falling on the rocks outside our refuge.

I woke to the sun up, and for a moment, shame set in. I’d been avoiding turning, avoiding the runs, for a reason. I didn’t know how to be a wolf, and I was afraid I’d lose control and do something ridiculous.

And what had I done? I’d changed into a wolf, led Ford on a chase, and then... gone into fucking heat?

Heat?

What the hell was that, other than a bad porno in the making?

Now, I’d certainly felt out of control during parts of the night, but I vividly remembered the moments when it had started. When I’d been entirely in control of my faculties, just also horny as hell and determined to get not only dicked down good, but to get the one dick I’d been craving for weeks.

Ford’s dick.

And somehow, he’d agreed to give it to me, despite hating me for most of our acquaintance, and tolerating me for the rest of it. Had I somehow unknowingly coerced him, with my ridiculous fucking pheromones?

If I had, did that mean the pheromones I was trying to recreate in my lab were going to be used to coerce innocent people into sex they didn’t want? That was the last thing I wanted. I was trying to help werewolves, change their lives for the better. Not give potential rapists a new tool to use against them.

My shoulders twinged from being in the same position too long. I stretched to try to work out the kinks, and almost instantly, I realized two things.

First, I was alone.

That was the worst feeling ever. Ford was gone. Maybe he felt used and awful, and I’d done that to him. How would I ever manage to face anyone in the pack again? I’d only just started to accept that perhaps the Grove pack wasmine, in a way I’d never had before. Like a family.

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