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“I dare you to say that again,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble that goes straight to my clit.
“Or what? What are you going to do Evander, eat me?” I tease. “I’d quite like that if I’m being completely honest.”
“I know you would,” he retorts with a huffed snort. “I thought you wanted to watch the eclipse first before the main course. Here I am beinggoodfor once and holding myself back and not burying my face in your cunt the moment I transform, and you’re all…”
“All what?”
He rumbles again, crouching down in front of me. “I can smell how you’re feeling Ellie. Even if we didn’t have the bond, I can tell what you want.”
I shrug, because there’s no point denying any of it. I’m sure there’s a large portion of people that think I’m a freak for findingmy husband attractive in his werewolf form, but I don’t care. Nothing is quite like the raw energy that he exudes when he’s like this, and fucking him in this form is a thrill I happily partake in every month. He’s still Van after all; the werewolf that always exists inside him simply at the surface, bringing out his more primal side.
“We’ve got twenty minutes before the full eclipse… That’s the only part I care about seeing.”
Van stares just long enough for me to grow nervous under his wolfish gaze, his pupils shining in the low light. When he lunges at me I let out a shriek — the only thing I manage to do before I’m scooped up and laid back, my skirt flipped over my face and my underwear dying a quick death beneath his werewolf claws. His breath is hot over my inner thighs, the sharp drag of his teeth making me gasp, and when his wide tongue licks over me all I can do is moan and spread my legs wider for him.
He’s less of a dirty talker in this form, but what he lacks in words he more than makes up for with skilled enthusiasm. I stare down at the huge wolf between my legs, the glow of the fire flickering over the both of us, feeling the bite of his clawed hands on my ass and revelling in the way his satisfied growls seem to reverberate within me. He never lets up, the heat of his tongue on my clit a constant rhythm, teeth a stark white in the fading light, and when his gaze locks on mine that’s all it takes to make me come, his tongue spearing my cunt a moment later so that he can fuck me through it.
By the time the blood moon — the totality of the lunar eclipse — sits low in the sky, my voice is hoarse and my body feels boneless. Van picks me up with a gentleness that would shock many, cradling me in his arms as he settles back on the ground.
This isn’t the first lunar eclipse I’ve seen, but it’s by far the most beautiful, the red moon framed from below by the dark silhouettes of the ancient maunga, the Milky Way already brightin the clear sky despite how early it is in the night. “This feels like one of those core memory moments,” I say as I press my cheek to Van’s fur. He rumbles in agreement, squeezing me tight.
When the eclipseis over and the moon is shining brightly as if nothing remarkable ever happened, Van’s muzzle nudges my ear.
“Do you still feel like running?” he asks, and I shiver in response.
“Of course.” I push myself up until I’m kneeling beside him. He ishuge. I’m so used to seeing him in all his forms, but every now and then the true size difference between us hits me. “I wore my sneakers for it and everything,” I say.
His left ear twitches in a way that I’ve learned to read as amusement. “I noticed. You were whacking me in the back with them half an hour ago.”
“Yeah, well, I take no responsibility for my lower limbs when you dothatto me.” I pick up one of his huge hands, bringing it to my face so I can kiss his palm before lifting it until it covers his eye. He huffs out a laugh as I do the same with his other one. “You have to give me a head start,” I whisper. “No peeking.”
“You think this’ll slow me down?”
“Not at all, but I can pretend. Let me have my delusions.” I plant a kiss on the top of his muzzle. “You can be scary tonight. I wanna meet the big bad wolf.”
“You better start running, then. I’ll count to a hundred.”
“Slowly.Inte reo.”
I stand, backing away as Van laughs, the sound curling through me.
“Alright then.Tahi, rua…”
I turn around and start sprinting as fast as I can.
CHAPTER FOUR
ELLIE
My magic is always strongest on the night of the full moon, and tonight is no different. Everything, from the ground, to the trees, to the air itself, feels electric. I’ve grown more accustomed to my fae features now, and the weight of my antlers settling on my head — a partial shift from my mostly-human form — feelsright.
I sprint, already puffing, across one of our fields and towards the forest that forms part of our property, tugging off my cardigan as I run. Scrambling over the wooden stiles at the first fence, I toss the cardie on the ground along with the handful of pumpkin seeds I’d hidden in my dress pocket earlier today. They sprout in an instant, vines growing thick as I pour my magic —andVan’s borrowed magic — into them so that they carry my discarded cardigan along the grass, parallel to the fence line while I continue to run in the opposite direction. I don’t need to look behind me to know that the plants are sprouting flowers as they grow, and that the magic I’m pushing through them is great enough to force pollen into the air. Who needs bees when you have fairy magic? By the time I reach the edge of the forest and glance back, I can see the rounded shapes of the giant pumpkinsgrowing, dark silhouettes against the glow of the bonfire behind them.
Dodging pumpkins is barely going to slow Van down, but it’ll make him laugh, and this is all part of the fun.
I have no idea whether fae from the First can see in the dark, but I certainly can’t, and as soon as I’m under the canopy of trees I’m near-blind, the light from the full moon barely touching the forest floor. I pull more magic from Van, directing it down through my feet and out across the forest floor, glowing mushrooms sprouting all around me, casting everything in a green glow.
I can’t keep up the pace over the uneven terrain without risking a sprained ankle, and I can no longer see the bonfire behind me, but I get the feeling that Van has given me much longer than he said he would. I’m running out of steam — I don’t want to be so exhausted then I can’t even be bothered actively participating in the next part of the evening — so I pick a particularly thick tree trunk to hide behind, sending out two distinct trails of mushrooms that lead away from me.
