Page 125 of Promise of the Wolf Moon

Puzzled, I offered a quick nod because, yes, I agreed.

My dad spoke up again. “Why don’t we all head up to the cookhouse and get out of the cold? We’ll get something to drink and eat, and you can fill us in on this adventure.” He turned to me. “Let your mom know we’re on our way in.”

I let off a howl, communicating his message. Seff looked at the group of wolves standing nearby, sending them a silent message to stay on guard. When I caught his eyes again, the longing, the need to touch him, taste him, feel his skin against mine, hit me in a sudden rush and made my heart ache.

I raised an eyebrow, and tilted my head in question—wanna race?His answer was to sprint off, leaving me several paces behind.

He didn’t let me win. Running full speed over the snow, his paws hardly sank in past the hard crust that had formed. His pace didn’t slow as he disappeared through my still open yurt door. A crashing noise came from inside, and I huffed out a laugh. I could imagine, in his rush, he’d hit one of the area rugs and went careening into something. Not knowing what I might find out of place, I backed down to a trot before heading into my yurt. And, yes, my small dining table and four mismatched chairs were now piled up at the foot of the spiral staircase.

“You didn’t see that,” he said breathlessly.

I took on my human form and closed the front door behind me, clicking the lock in place.

Yeah, nope. All I saw was mysakanastanding naked in front of me. My mate. The only male I would ever love. I saw his messy, windblown hair, deep brown eyes, soft lips peeking out from his short beard, broad shoulders, defined chest and abs, muscular legs, and the erection that told me all I needed to know. He had missed me as much as I missed him. My entire body throbbed with a need so fierce I could barely choke out a few words.

“I only see you, Seff Weylan.”

“We got a few minutes. You better get over here and see me a little closer, because I swear, if I have to come to you, I’m gonna take you like some wild animal.”

I arched an eyebrow at him while I took a second to decide.

“Two days without mysakana, I could seriously go for some wild animal sex.”

His smile was so sexy, I couldn’t wait. I raced the few steps across the floor and jumped into his open arms, wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our mouths crashed together, sharing deep, hungry kisses. I’d missed the taste of him, the smell of him. He touched me everywhere he could reach. I tangled my fingers in his hair and held on as his thick cock slipped inside me. His sharp need flowed through our bond, intensifying my desire. The deep, pounding rhythm he set was so aggressive it bordered on painful. And I loved every second. He’d already taught me how to share passion and pleasure when taking our time was limited and going slow wasn’t an option.

His lips pulled away long enough to whisper, “Come for me.”

“Comewithme,” I whispered back.

“Fuck, yeah.”

We were both wound so tightly there didn’t seem to be any build-up. A shattering climax flowed through us and between us. The orgasm so overwhelming, so intense, shiny sparkles burst and flashed behind my closed eyes.

“Seff, I missed you, missed this.” My heart pounded wildly. I could hardly catch my breath. The scent of his blood hit the air and I knew I’d dug my nails into him.

He buried his face in my neck, breathing against my sensitive skin. “Missed you, Des. Missed you so much.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

The fragrant smellof wood smoke and hot coffee mixed with the crisp, cold forest air. Seff slid his arm around me outside the cookhouse door and pulled me to him for a quick kiss.

His lips moved to my ear. “How do you prepare for a full moon up here on the mountain?”

I leaned away and stared up into the dark, cloudy sky. “It can’t be a full moon. Not yet. I’d feel it. I mean, it’s close...but...”

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