Page 48 of Ascendant Moon
For Gray, time passed in brief vignettes, separated by long naps. Often he felt hot and uncomfortable, other times ravenously hungry. He awoke alone this time, and his ears picked up things he shouldn’t be able to hear—the sound of children’s laughter in the meadow, the arrival and departure of cars from the parking lot, and Nick’s quiet humming as he laid out their supper on the table.
More than that, his clothes felt oddly sensual against his skin and there were smells he’d never picked up before. Here, in the bedroom, the scent of his mate was strongest, an alluring bouquet that defied description. Gray literally couldn’t verbalize what Nick smelled like, only that it was a complex, layered ambrosia that called to something deep inside. His wolf? It could be, though no one had told him what to expect other than a presence in his head.
Nick returned to the bedroom just then, wearing only another pair of his sheer underpants—black this time, and just as revealing. Gray reached for him while attempting to sit up, and Nick rushed over to hold him.
“What is it, mate? Are you okay?”
Overwhelmed by Nick’s scent, Gray stuck his nose behind the man’s left ear and drew in breath after heady breath—almost panting with pleasure. Nick realized what was happening and growled with delight. His mate’s new abilities were making themselves known, and poor Gray didn’t know what to do with them.
“Your lupine senses have kicked in, love. Now you know why I scent you all the time. Let your nose investigate. Supper can wait a while.”
Gray’s stomach rumbled, but he couldn’t resist skimming his nose over every part of Nick’s gorgeous body. Each place had a slightly different scent signature, though it was part of a unified whole that was all Nick. Hair, underarms, neck, and especially the groin were heavy with pheromones and sweat that held concentrated scent. Gray pawed at Nick’s flimsy undergarment until he pulled the fabric down and off, giving him direct access.
The best spots were just above Nick’s cock and behind his balls, and scenting quickly gave way to licks and kisses. Nick couldn’t help but be aroused, and his stiff prick soon produced pre-cum that drove Gray wild. He went after his mate’s dickhead with fervor, licking and sucking until Nick began to shoot. The savory zing of his mate’s cum startled Gray, even as his developing taste buds tried to parse out the complex assortment of flavors.
Nick carded slim fingers through Gray’s long black hair, even as the man’s stomach rumbled a bit more forcefully. He chuckled and pulled his mate closer for a soft kiss.
“How about I get you fed and then we can play some more if you’re not too tired? In another couple of days, your senses will be as strong as mine, and you’ll discover a whole new world of things you didn’t know existed.”
Halfway through supper, Gray suddenly stopped eating and spat a mouthful of half-chewed food into his napkin. Three of his molars with amalgam fillings had loosened all at once. Nick handed him a glass of water to rinse his mouth, and an empty bowl to spit into. The poor man shuddered with revulsion at the nauseating taste of the unnatural things.
“Ack! Those were awful, and there’s still three more to go. I guess it’s a good thing I couldn’t taste them before my senses began to change.”
Nick cleaned up the mess and gave his mate a fresh serving of maple glazed brisket. The meal continued without incident until Gray conked out with a withered sigh, and Nick carried him back to bed for more rest.
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Meanwhile…
As Jonah and the others suspected, RJ’s transformation seemed to be on the fast track. Today he’d been awake for longer periods and faced a cascade of sensory input that left him unbalanced. Even in his sleep, the poor guy was hard as iron and throwing off pheromones that nearly thrust Jonah into an off-season heat. They compensated by wringing mutual orgasms from one another when he was awake, and it wasn’t just regular sex.
By late afternoon, he’d become so hyper-sensitive to touch that it caused goosebumps and arousal, even from non-erogenous zones. Jonah brought his man to climax multiple times with nothing but soft strokes and warm licks in the oddest of places. RJ’s body kept up by producing jizz in alarming quantities, soaking both men, the bed, and anything else within firing range.
Meals and snacks became intense discovery sessions with RJ’s enhanced sense of smell and taste. The man’s curiosity demanded to knowexactlywhat he was eating, and Jonah kept his plate full while punting on questions he couldn’t answer. By dessert, RJ had slowed considerably as the busy day finally caught up with him.
Following supper, Jonah led his man to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. He did all the work, washing and rinsing while RJ struggled to remain standing. Getting dried presented its own problem, and Jonah’s hurried swipes with a soft bath towel left numerous damp spots. They made it to the bedroom, barely, and the moment RJ’s ass hit the mattress, he was out like a light bulb. Jonah joined him, hoping to catch a nap before this evening’s moonlight session in the meadow.
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Saturday morning, Duluth Minnesota
Adam Sheppard spent many a weekend getting caught up with phone calls, correspondence, and other projects that fell by the wayside during the week. His understanding mate didn’t object unless he went past the noon hour, so early starts were essential if he was to get anything done.
He’d already been busy for a couple of hours before realizing it had been a week since the Mexico group had arrived at Gladstone. He needed to call Ben and find out how they were doing, waiting patiently while the phone rang several times before being picked up.
“Good morning, Sir. What can I do for you?”
“Hello, Ben. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Honestly, the family is heading out soon for breakfast at the Dewdrop. Can I call you back later this morning?”
“No problem. I was just wondering how your guests are doing and if their arrival had some special meaning.”
“Well, in a nutshell, Luna needed them here so that one of their number could meet his mate. The timing was critical, so your help in transporting them here meant a great deal.”
“Wonderful! And who’s the lucky one this time?”
“It’s Walter Denali’s grandson, Gray Claw. He’s now mated to the lost pack’s Omega, Nick Garcia. Jack was the only one who knew in advance.”
