Page 3 of Change the Plan
“Happy?” Van asks, carrying both our suitcases effortlessly through the front door.
“Very. You?”
He nods, sitting the cases down. “It’s nice to get away and be justus.”
I know exactly what he means. It’s been a busy few days since new wolves joined the pack, particularly for Van. Now, with thepack left in the very capable hands of his sister Lacey, we’re free to relax, and Van is free to enjoy the full moon tomorrow.
“I’m making a rule,” I say, noting the slight frown that still lingers on his face and the tense set of his shoulders. “No more thinking about stressful stuff while we’re on holiday, okay? It’s just you and me here, and nothing else to worry about.”
“Alright.” He sounds less than convinced.
“Van.”
“I’ll actively block out the pack,” he promises. “I did tell them I would.”
“Good. Come on.” I take his hand, leading him through to the lounge with a huge wall of windows and view of the mountains in the distance, pulling him over to the nearest couch. “Sit,” I order, dropping to my knees between his legs. “You have to promise me you’ll relax. Don’t make me bark an order at you,” I threaten, and he huffs out a short laugh.
“Someone’s bossy.”
“One of us has to be.” It’s usually always him. I love it when he takes charge. He always has. I’ve known him my whole life and he’s always been a natural leader, but I can recognise that as the responsibilities pile on, there’s times when he needs to step back and let go.
I run my hands up his thighs, then back down again, purposefully teasing him by ignoring the very obvious bar of his cock currently trapped in his jeans. “Relax,” I say again, this time going through with my threat, using the one technique I barely ever touch, stealing his alpha bark for my own purposes. He sighs immediately, his entire body relaxing back into the couch.
“That’s an abuse of power,” he whispers as I run my hands back up until my fingers are hovering over his fly.
“Are you complaining?” I unzip his pants slowly, reaching inside to free him, hot and hard in my hand.
“No,” he replies, shaking his head lazily.
“Good,” I say, leaning forward until my lips brush his cock.
Van’s caninesare always sharpest in the hours before the full moon. He snarls with a feral kind of need, watching me, his gold eyes bright in the late afternoon sun as I ride his cock, my hands spayed over his broad chest, fingers digging into his flesh. He grips my hips tight, controlling the rhythm, and it takes no more than a quick brush of my clit to make me come around him. He follows a moment later, growling “Fuck,” under his breath as he knots me, thick and hard and swelling, a pressure on my g-spot that is intense andhotand extends my own orgasm.
With my head tipped back, I take in great lungfuls of air. Van’s big hands run over me in a continuous loop, tweaking my nipples, smoothing down my sides, squeezing my ass. “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t fucking take it,” he growls. Given the fact that he’s currently knot-deep inside me, I think he can take it pretty well. Grinning, I intentionally squeeze around his knot, letting out a breathy laugh at his grunt of surprise.
“Are you trying to make me come again?”
“Yes, always. That’s my number one goal in life,” I joke, running my hands across his washboard abs. Tentatively, I lean forward, feeling the pull of his knot within me as I kiss his chest and settle against him with a sigh.
The sun is warm on my back, and it’s easy to close my eyes and justbe, the sound of Van’s heartbeat under my ear comforting and familiar. “I might snooze,” I say, relaxing further into him. Over the last few days we’ve spent a decent amount of time doing some of the touristy things around the region — visits to a local farm that specialises in organic produce, walks aroundthe lakes, shopping at overpriced gift stores — but these quiet moments with my mate, when our bond is open and warm and calm in the afterglow, are always my favourite.
“Go ahead,” Van says in a slightly delayed reply to my comment. He’s tired too; I can sense it. “You know we’ll be up all night,” he adds, tracing a lazy pattern down my spine.
That wakes me up a little. “So whatisgoing to happen?” I ask, lifting my head to look him in the eye. He grins, looking ridiculously handsome, his eyes full of mischief.
“Nothing, other than me fucking you.”
“Van.”
“It’s true. Nothing out of the ordinary happens during a lunar eclipse. It won’t impact my transformation.”
“But that makes no sense.”
“The moon is there, you just can’t see it for a short period of time.”
“But the moon is there every day!” I laugh incredulously. “It’s still a giant sphere floating in space every day, the phases are just the shadow of Earth over it.”
“Iknow. So why am I not a giant monster every night, rather than every 28 days? How can I transform into a werewolf on the night of a full moon when it’s behind a thick layer of cloud? When I can’t see it because I’m indoors, or I’m not standing in sight of the horizon?” He brushes a strand of hair back from my forehead, murmuring, “You’re cute when you get all fired up.”
