Page 82 of Hybrid Moon Rising

Two weeks later…

Flora let out a gasp as his knot swelled again within her, filling every inch of her throbbing pussy with him. His venom coursed in her veins, enhancing the post-orgasm bliss she drifted through.

She didn’t think she’d ever get used to it. His venom. His knot. Him.

Not that she wanted to.

Draven was her mate, and it was the most real, unabashed love she’d ever felt in her life. From the moment he’d claimed her, it had only grown until she could feel every inch of him from across the room. His stare made her flesh sizzle with need, his touch stoked the fire, and his love consumed her. She never wanted to get used to it. She wanted to live in a perpetual state of awe when it came to him.

“I love you, my little Luna,” Draven whispered against her hair, lowering her back to the furs on the cabin floor.

He’d woken her up with his mouth on her pussy, which was better than breakfast in bed and a shot of espresso. Not that she didn’t miss coffee, she did, but Draven was becoming the air she breathed and damn he was addictive.

“I love you too.” She pressed a kiss to his chest and wiggled on his knot, which elicited a delicious growl from her mate. “You know that we have to do more than fuck, right?”

“I love when you talk dirty to me.”

“I learned from the best.” And she had. Draven had been keeping so many of his filthy thoughts to himself before they’d come to this realm. But over the last two weeks, he’d made sure to remind her every chance he got. He told her how much he loved her pussy stretched around him, like she was a finely crafted glove made just for him. He reminded her of all the ways he was going to possess her. How he would never be satisfied by anyone other than her. And Flora devoured every word.

His knot started to release, and Flora slipped his cock from within her. She reached for one of the furs and wiped herself then him.

“I would have taken care of you.”

“I know, but I can do things for myself, too.”

“I can’t help it. I want to make sure you are taken care of.”

She gave him a pointed look, knowing he wasn’t going to like what she said. “Then we need to get up and out of this cabin.”

“We leave the cabin,” he deadpanned.

“We do, to hunt.” Well he hunted. She mostly stood there and looked pretty. “And then you find a nice tree or hot spring, and we get distracted from what we were supposed to be doing.”

“Which is what?” He sat up and pressed a kiss to his mark on her shoulder.

“Finding the moonstone. Getting back home.”

“I’ve searched the realm, remember? The other half of the stone isn’t here.”

Flora chewed on her lip. She wasn’t convinced he was right. Something in her told her the stone was there, they just needed to find the key to figuring out where. There were too many coincidences for it not to be here. The perpetual full moon. The shadow wolves. The fact that Draven recognized her as his mate the moment he stepped into the realm.

“Then we’ll look again.”

Draven let out a deep sigh, and his brows knit together. He didn’t need to say anything to let her know he wasn’t convinced. He’d avoided talking about their future or the stone, always distracting her with his perpetually hard cock.

“Will that make you happy?” he asked.

Flora nodded. She loved being there with him, but she missed Kade and Mateo. She wanted to know how Emery was doing in New Orleans. They couldn’t hide out in this realm forever. It wasn’t their home. And she didn’t want to die there and become a shadow wolf.

Not that she’d voice that last worry out loud. The only other time she joked about it, Draven got growly, and while she loved it when he wolfed out on her, she didn’t need him turning into an overprotective asshole who wouldn’t let her so much as set a foot down outside the cabin… at least, not again.

“Fine. Let’s go,” Draven huffed.

They searched for hours, retracing all of the trails in the realm from rim to rim. It amazed her that the forest didn’t change. They’d been there for a number of days and nothing grew or died unless they interfered. The full moon circled high in the sky and the animals that inhabited the realm lived as if everyday was the same as the last. Essentially it was, and it made Flora uncomfortable. She loved the forest behind the castle, and this wasn’t natural. It was as if it had been created but not fed. It didn’t thrive, and she couldn’t help but wonder why the hell that was.

By the end of the day they were both exhausted. They weren’t any closer to finding the moonstone, and even though it had been her idea, she was beginning to wonder if Draven was right.

They stopped by a small waterfall to eat the meat Flora had packed for them and a smile stretched across her face as she studied the way Draven’s canines lengthened as he tore into the meat. He was beginning to embrace his wolf more and more the longer he had access to him. It was an incredible thing to witness Draven growing into what he was always meant to be. Fully hybrid. It gave her hope for the future.

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