Page 124 of Conner's Luna

"I've been taking care of business," I say, smirking at her huff of indignation.

"What business?"

"I'm a wolf," I tell her with forced casualness. "I've been Marking your trees to warn off other males."

There's a longer pause, then I hear her mumble under her breath,"wolf-people mark their territory in a similar fashion to other canine species."

"The same fashion, baby."

"Did you... pee on the trees? Here?"Bailey says hesitantly.

"Among other things," I tease her softly. I'm rewarded with movement behind the curtain, then Bailey's face peeks out. She's rumpled, her hair tossed up messily on her head, her glasses slightly askew on her nose. She's gorgeous.

"Hey, Juliet."

She snorts, peering into the darkness, her human eyes unable to make out my form in the shadows."You're supposed to say, 'but soft! What light through yonder window breaks?'"

"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun," I say softly. A dreamy expression crosses her face. "I don't know the rest," I tell her, laughing softly.

She smiles."'Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon. Who is already sick and pale with grief. That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.'"

I look at my phone screen as the lines that Shakespeare wrote centuries ago load on my screen. My hand trembles and I choke out a soft laugh. "Bailey..."

"Conner? Are you OK? I can't see you."

I jog forward, heedless of her Dad's bullets or my naked ass. "You're my sun," I tell her into the phone. Her unbelievably beautiful eyes widen on me and a blush lights her face. "You chased away the sick, pale moon, babe. You don't even know what that means, do you?" I ask her, standing in front of her window.

"It's Shakespeare. He was comparing their love to the sun because it burns so brightly and-"

"No, babe. The moon shit."

"You can't call Shakespeare, ‘shit,’"she teases me, her eyes roaming my body with the hint of a smile on her face.

It's our religion," I tell her. "The moon."

"That's real?"she asks me, astonished.

"Yeah, and you're my sun, babygirl, aren't you?" I lick my lips again and watch, mesmerized, as she blushes harder. "I'm coming up," I mutter.

"No!" she blurts out, forgetting the phone.

"Baby, please. I just want to hold you a little," I say, with a bit too much desperation in my voice.

"My dad..."Bailey says softly."I'll come down,"she says, suddenly. She disappears from the window for a moment before she returns."Conner?"

"Yeah, baby?" I'm still holding the phone.

"Do you... um... need pants?"

"No, I've got clothes," I tell her, a little disappointed that she wants me to cover up.

"Just pants are fine,"she responds, before letting out an embarrassed little squeak and disappearing again.

"Hurry, honeygirl," I murmur into the phone before hanging up and racing back to the tree line to tug on my sweats. No shirt required. I aim to please.

She's sneaking out the backdoor before I can cross the yard again. I meet her before her feet can touch the grass. "Honeygirl," I call her name in a low, husky drawl. I'm not going to risk waking up her dad and being run off before I fill my hands with those curves.

"Conner," she replies breathlessly. She trips on the last step and I catch her before she faceplants. I trap her against my bare chest and feel her lush tits press against me.

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