Page 21 of Rejected Moons (Rejected Moons 3)

“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 Fifteen: NATE

Emlyndressesquietly.

I really want to know what she’s thinking. Did she enjoy that as much as I did? Are we going to do it again, or was it a one-time thing?

But I don’t want to make her answer a bunch of questions right after sex. We can talk about it later, when we’ve both had a little time to process what happened.

She adjusts her pants, then turns to face me. She isn’t looking at me, though. Her eyes are averted as she loosens her hair from the elastic holding it and shakes it out. I haven’t seen it loose before. It’s big and curly and dark brown with bits of red in it here and there, and I wish it had been loose when we were fucking because I would have loved to bury my hands in it.

Next time, the wolf inside me suggests with a sort of primal growl, and I almost have to laugh. We’re not even finished getting our clothes back on, and already the wolf is thinking about next time.

I can’t really blame him. I’m thinking about next time too.

Emlyn gathers her hair and secures it in a ponytail, then faces me. “So,” she says. “The coven?”

I’m so thrown off by this that I almost laugh out loud. I manage to compose myself before the laugh breaks free, but it’s close. “The coven?” I repeat.

“Yes, thecoven,” she snaps. “The one you said you would take me to. The one that’s the only reason you’re walking around free instead of locked up in that cage. Where is it?”

“You’re really in some kind of hurry, aren’t you?”

“Are you going to take me there or not?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” I say. “But what’s your rush? I don’t know about you, but I could use a little recuperation after that great fuck. How about something to eat?” I gesture toward her backpack.

She jerks it away. “You can’t keep doing this,” she said. “You can’t keep putting me off by telling me you need food, or—or trying to distract me with sex.”

I’m actually offended. “That’s not what I was doing,” I say. “I wanted you. That was real.”

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