Page 21 of Wolf Hunted (Rejected Moons 1)

“Wolves,” I say.

They were probably from my pack.I don’t say that. I don’t want him to know that my history is what’s putting us in danger.

There’s a hollow under the stairs, and I go behind it, not wanting to be visible from the street. Nate joins me, sliding down to sit beside me.

We’re crammed so tightly together back here. It’s the closest we’ve ever been.

And suddenly I’m keenly aware of his body. The flex and curve of his muscles. The dark, sun-browned color of his skin. His incredible height—what would it feel like to have the weight of him on top of me? What would it feel like to have that thick, dark hair hanging around my face like a curtain?

He feels tense beside me.

I think I’ve been aroused since the moment I left my pack. It’s been buried beneath the surface, overwritten by more pressing concerns like survival. But now I can feel the heat coming off of Nate’s body, and it feels like the next fifteen minutes are already decided. I’ve already watched them play out. Now all that remains is to go through the motions.

And I guess he’s thinking the same thing because he reaches for me at the same moment as I reach for him, and it’s on.

The hunger I feel for him swells in me, and I know instantly and instinctively that it’s not something that can wait. I’ve been aching to be filled for days, ever since my mating ceremony that went so horribly wrong. I have my alpha’s command on me, compelling me to try to conceive. And I know I’m supposed to be doing this with Victor, not with Nate, but Victor has refused me, and Nate is so big and strong and hot andhere—

I roll onto my back, lifting my hips just enough to allow him to shimmy my pants off. There’s no time to remove my shirt—we’re too desperate. He tosses my pants aside and I spread my legs, hitching one up over his hip and wrapping it around his back to pull him in close.

He presses against me for a moment, and I can actually feel his pulse in his cock. It’s insane.

“You’d better be going to fuck me,” I growl, somewhat shocked at the intensity of my own voice.

I can’t forget the fact that I got this close with Victor and he never actually gave me what I needed.

He covers my mouth with his hand again. I really shouldn’t like that as much as I do.

“Don’t talk,” he says as he enters me. “Don’t make a sound.”

And, fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’swildlygood.

I don’t know what to do with my body. I want to cry out in pleasure, but he’s keeping me from doing that, so I sink my teeth into the palm of his hand. It probably doesn’t make any sense, but he feels so fucking good right now, his body inside mine like this.

He’s moving quickly now, establishing a rhythm. A part of me wants to tell him to slow down, to let me enjoy this. But I’m already in too deep. I don’t think Icanslow down.

My right leg is still wrapped around his waist. I brace my left foot on the floor so I can meet his thrusts. He’s fucking me hard now, his hand still over my mouth, his face buried against my neck. I can feel his lips there, kissing and suckling at my skin, and I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. I can feel my orgasm dancing just below the surface.

I remember Victor, who didn’t want to let me come until he came first. There’s no chance of that here. Our fucking is inexpert and almost animalistic, but Nate is taking me places I’ve never dreamed of going. I don’t even feel like myself anymore. I feel transformed.

“Oh, fuck—” He swells inside me suddenly. His hand shifts from my mouth to brace against the wall behind me. “Emlyn—”

“Do it,” I gasp because instinct rather than experience is telling me what’s about to happen, and because I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. And because I know that his orgasm is going to trigger mine, and I want so badly for us to be lost in that moment together—

And then it’s happening.

I cling to him as shudders wrack my body, wrapping both legs around him now to keep him close. He pants in my ear and goes heavy on top of me, the exertion finally getting the better of him. I trace my fingers slowly up and down his back, breathing in the sweaty musk of him, enjoying the pressure of his body on mine.

He hesitates for a moment, and I’m almost sure he’s going to kiss me.

And if he tries, I think I’m going to let him.

Then he rolls away and sits up, and the moment is over. I sit up beside him and grab my pants, but I don’t put them on. Not right away.

“That was awesome,” he says. He still sounds breathless.

All I can manage to do is nod. Words fail me.

Chapter 15

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