Page 37 of Wolf Bonded (Rejected Moons 2)

Emlyn is writhing beneath me. “That’s so fucking good,” she sobs. “Why is it so fucking good? Fuck—Wilder, fuck me hard, please,please—“

I want it every bit as much as she does. Already my hips are beginning to piston, and it’s happening almost unconsciously. It’s like I’m just along for the ride.

And what a fucking ride it is!

She’s bucking her hips up to meet me, and it’s rough and intense and I feel powerless to stop, and I don’t want to. I’m going to come already. I wish I could make this last longer, but whatever this magical thing between the two of us is, it has me entirely in its grasp.

She lets out a scream. I can feel her getting tight all around me, and I want to come with her, and then Iamcoming, and nothing has ever been so perfect in all my life.

I sink slowly back onto my knees, sitting on my heels, pulling her along with me so that she’s sitting astride my lap. She wraps her legs and arms all the way around me, her head falling limp against my shoulder.

“Holy shit,” she breathes.

Even now, I feel the current receding from both of our bodies. I realize I’m breathing in perfect sync with her. I’ve never felt this united with another person in all my life. I never knew it could be like this.

“Are you all right?” I ask her quietly.

I don’t have to ask. I know she is. I can feel the peace and contentment radiating from her as surely as I can feel it in my own body.

But I want her to hear me ask the question. I want her to know that I care.

Maybe she doesn’t need to hear it. Maybe she just knows, the way I just know.

She holds me tighter and says nothing, and I decide that, really, nothing needs to be said.

21

EMLYN

“TellusaboutMoonDrinkers,” Milo says.

We’re all sitting at one of the restaurant tables having dinner, and it feels strange and formal. Even before I left my pack, this wasn’t how we had dinner. It was much more common for us to sit on floors or even to eat outside. And, of course, there were plenty of times we went off on hunts and ate in our animal forms.

This, though…

There’s a wood-burning stove in the middle of the restaurant. It was probably put there for charm or to be pretty or something, but Nate and Milo cooked the meat they caught on their hunt today there.

We’re also having canned vegetables, which Wilder and I found in the restaurant’s massive pantry. There’s a ton of stuff in there that we’re going to be able to eat, and I’m seriously thankful that we found this place—thankful to Giuseppe, whoever he was, for putting that big padlock on it, thankful for the thick door, and thankful for the fact that it’s located underground, so no one would even find it unless they were looking.

It’s honestly better than I could have hoped for.

“What do you want to know about Moon Drinkers?” Wilder asks.

“How can we fight them?” Milo asks. “You said you thought we could work together, right? So what can we do?”

Wilder sighs. “The truth is, I don’t really know,” he admits. “I wish I had a good answer for that. I’ve gotten lucky in a few fights against Moon Drinkers, but I’ve never gone into a fight with a plan.”

“I thought they were your enemies,” Nate says. “You never attacked them?”

“You saw how Regine was,” Wilder says. “She wouldn’t even stretch herself to defend the coven against a group of Ravagers.”

“I did see that,” I say. “I know you told me she was conservative in her approach to magic, but that wasshocking. How could she not want to defend the coven?”

“She did want to,” Wilder says. “But she was afraid. They all are. What the Moon Drinkers showed us was how easy it is to get seduced by the idea of power. Lord Enorio was just a regular person once.”

“Did you know him?” I ask.

“No,” Wilder says. “I’ve never met him. But Regine knew him.”

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