Page 6 of Wolf Hunted (Rejected Moons 1)

He groans, his hips thrusting forward slightly, as if he can’t help it. “I don’t care if you’re weird,” he says.

His hand lands on my shoulder now, and the pressure is firm. It takes me a moment to understand what he’s after.

“Go down and put it in your mouth,” he says.

I do.

He groans again. “Fuck, baby, yeah, that’s how I like it.”

He can’t be meaning to come like this. I know he can’t because we just received our alpha mandate to do everything we can to conceive together.

But if this is something he likes before we get down to the main event, I’m more than happy to indulge him. After all, this isVictor. I’ve been fantasizing about him for years. And itisincredibly hot, kneeling here while he fucks my face like this. I keep one hand on him and move the other down so I can touch myself, grinding against my own palm.

He pulls back slightly—he’s still in my mouth, but now he’s looking down at me. “I don’t want you to come until I do,” he says, his voice raspy.

What the hell?Tonight might be my first time mating with a man, but I’ve certainly taken care of myself plenty of times. I slide off his cock and sit back on my heels. “Why not?”

“I’m your alpha,” he says. “I should come first.”

You’re not my alpha. That’s my first thought. He’s my alphamate, but that’s not the same thing as being an alpha of the pack. It just means he’s my primary partner, the one I should be trying to conceive with. It doesn’t mean he has alpha authority over me.

He certainly doesn’t get to tell me what to do with my own body.

But that’s something we can work out later. I want this to be a good night, and that’s not going to happen if we argue. He can come first. That’s fine. He’ll take care of me afterward, I’m sure.

“Okay,” I agree. “How do you want to do it?” It’s my first time, but I’ve imagined several positions.

He pushes me over onto hands and knees—it’s a little rough, but there’s something kind of hot about that. He drapes his body over mine, and I can feel him hard against me, about to enter me.

But he doesn’t. He rocks his hips, rubbing himself against me, and I hear myself gasp at the sudden friction I’ve been craving. His body on mine. Fuck, if he doesn’t want me to come, he isn’t going to be able to keep this up for much longer because I feel like I’m about to lose my mind.

My heart is racing again, fluttering wildly, but this time I hardly notice. My body is doing too much else right now.

“Victor—” I manage, spreading my legs slightly, arching my back, hoping he’ll understand this for the sign it is. I’m ready. I’m beyond ready. I need him inside me immediately. I can’t wait any longer.

But suddenly, I can’t feel him behind me anymore. His touch is gone. I’m not even completely sure he’s in the tent with me anymore. I turn to look back, to see what’s going on—

He’s not behind me.

He’sbelowme.

He’s below me because somehow I’m five feet off the ground, with nothing but air beneath my hands and knees.

I let out a cry of shock. My surprise seems to break something, and I tumble to the ground, landing hard on my shoulder and hip. I scramble to sit up.

“What thefuck?” Victor hisses.

The first thing I notice, in my utter confusion, is that he isn’t hard anymore, and I stupidly move to rectify that situation, but he shoves me away.

Violently.

“Whatareyou?” he demands. He looks revolted.

“What do you mean?” I’m terrified. I feel like this has to be some kind of nightmare because nothing that’s happening makes any sense at all.

“That’s…that’sMoon Castershit,” he says. “You’re a Moon Caster.”

It’s the vilest, dirtiest thing he could have called me.

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