Page 85 of Beneath the Blue Moon
Look at me—the mighty alpha begging for mercy from a woman.I wonder what the guys would say about that.She climbs off the bed and standsbetween my legs once more.
“Sit up and open your eyes.”
When I do, my heart leaps into my throat.My gaze travelsfrom head to toe, drinking in the magnificent sight before me.The green teddymatches her eyes perfectly.Her breasts, barely contained by the lace, tauntme.My tongue is probably hanging out of my mouth.
“Holy fuck!”
“Tell me what you want, Ethan.”
“I want to taste you.”
She steps back, pushing her barely-there panties over herhips and down her legs.When she kicks them off, she smiles at me playfully.
“Consider that one a gift.”She pushes me back onto the bedand climbs on top of me.Staring provocatively into my eyes, she crawls up mybody and kneels above my face.Her juices glisten on her swollen lips, invitingmy tongue to play.“Taste away.”
She gasps as I grab her thighs and pull her down to my lips.The moment she touches my tongue, my wolf races to the surface.No matter howhard I try, I can’t push him all the way back.I’m stuck in a weird placebetween man and wolf and that’s when I realize it’s not me; it’s him.He’sgetting impatient; heneedshis mate.He takes over, and I lose controlof my body.This has never happened before, and I don’t know how to stop it.Iflip over, lay her on the bed, and spring to my feet.She squeals in delightwhen I grab her ankles and roughly pull her to me.I watch my fingers curl intothe lace of her teddy and rip it apart.Her smile turns to a grimace when Ienter her fast and hard, slamming into her wildly.I think I’m hurting her.What the fuck is wrong with me?I see myself doing these things, and I can’t doanything to stop it.I’m trying my hardest to regain control, but I can’t.He’smating, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.I close my eyes againsther screams and pray for it to be over quickly.
***Casey***
“Ethan.”He’s not moving.He’s breathing, and I hear hisheartbeat… but he’s not moving.“Ethan?”
His eyes jerk open, and he scrambles off the bed, away fromme.
“I’m sorry.Casey, I’m so sorry!”
“For what?”
“I don’t know what got into me.I hurt you.I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“Yes, I did.You were screaming.”
He looks so tormented.Poor thing.I motion for him to comeback to bed and pat the space next to me.
“No.”He shakes his head.
Oh, brother.I climb out of bed, a little gingerly,but I manage to make it to where he’s curled up in the corner.I kneel next tohim and place my hand on his cheek.
“I’m fine.”
“How can you be?”he asks, giving me an incredulous stare.
“How?I came like fifty-eleven times, that’s how.”Hisdisbelief intensifies.“I’m fine.I promise.”
“You are?”
“Yes.Why don’t you go shower while I finish updownstairs?Your brothers will be here soon.”
“You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Positive.”I stand and offer him my hand.“Come on.”
He rises and pulls me against him with a deep sigh.I pressmy cheek to his chest and inhale deeply, breathing in his beautiful, manly,post-sex scent.
“Go.”
“Okay,” he agrees.“But I have something to show you first.”
