Page 43 of Wolf Hunted (Rejected Moons 1)

And maybe I’m crazy—I’m obviously crazy—but I believe him.

He holds me, and I feel the rise and fall of his chest, slow and even. His hands move over my bare skin.

My body starts to respond.

It’s not a wild frenzy, like what I felt when Victor was near. It’s not desperation. It’s something slower and deeper, something that’s being kindled within me and feels like it’s actually coming fromme.

He works a thigh between my legs.

My breathing goes ragged

His hands slide down to my hips.

I can’t see him in the pitch darkness of this tunnel. I can’t see him, but I can feel him. And he’s everywhere.

And I want more.

I wrap my arms and one of my legs around him, feeling like he’s the only real thing in the world. I rock my hips up into him. I’m hungry for whatever he can give me. It feels like every inch of my skin is alive with pleasure, like my blood is singing inside my veins.

This isn’t what it was like with Victor.

With Victor, I felt like I was starving. Like I was lost in the desert and he was quenching my thirst.

With Nate, it feels like we’re on a journey together. He’s not the water, he’s a friend who’s parched alongside me, and we’re taking care of each other.

Was it like this the first time we had sex?

That was so quick, so wild and random, that I can’t be sure.

But I think it must have been. Because when he turns me around, when he braces my hands against the wall and slides into me, it feels beautifully familiar.

We rest against each other for a moment. Every sound he makes, every tiny movement, feels like the biggest thing in the world because it’s all there is. There’s nothing to see, nothing else to feel besides him.

His hands move to my breasts, massaging, thumbs searching for a moment and then finding my nipples. It’s like electric shocks are being sent through my body. I hear myself whine with pleasure.

“Shh,” he breathes. “You need to be quiet if we’re going to do this.”

Through a haze of bliss, I understand. Where we are right now is so dangerous. It’s true that there are miles and miles of underground tunnels, and there might not be Ravagers anywhere near us. But also, there might be. We can’t do anything that might draw them in.

Why is the idea of being in danger so arousing right now? I feel myself tightening around him involuntarily, and I know he feels it too because he inhales sharply.

Fuck, he’s trying so hard to be quiet.

A part of me wants to break his silence, even though I know it’s the stupidest thing I could do. I won’t do it. But it would be fun to know that I had the power.

He slides his hands back to my hips and stills us for a moment. He leans over my back, so his skin is warm against mine, so his mouth is right up next to my ear.

“I don’t care what you are,” he breathes. “I carewhoyou are, Emlyn. It doesn’t matter if one of your parents was a Moon Caster. You’re not one of them. You’re not like them. What they did—you wouldn’t have done that. I know you. I’ve been with you long enough to know that you’re a wolf. You’re like me, no matter what your genes say.”

Then he’s moving again, fucking me in earnest now, and I can’t possibly doubt the sincerity of his words when he’s with me so intimately like this.

The pleasure is mounting.

I feel like I’m going to fall apart—physically, emotionally—it’s too much.

His hand is between my legs now, soft at first, caressing gently…but now pressing more forcefully. “I want you to come,” he says. You need to come. You’re too tense. You need to forget about that other guy. Let me do it for you. Let me give it to you.”

He’s right. That is what I need. I know it, and my body knows it, and the moment of release is coming. I can feel it. It’s like the thing that’s been tying me to Victor is stretched to the breaking point. My whole body is shaking—

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