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I rock back on my heels and glare at him. “You can’t make me do anything. Let me do this, Antoine. Let me feel powerful.”

He shifts his feet uncomfortably before letting out a great sigh and coming closer to me. “Then I’m yours. Do what you want to me.”

I smile up at him, and palm his hard erection through his suit pants. He hisses at the sensation, but I’ve barely begun. Underneath the cloth, his cock twitches against my palm, and I squeeze it, marveling at its thickness.

Someday, I will have him inside me, but not today. We don’t have enough time for anything but this.

Antoine undoes his belt buckle with shaking fingers, and lowers his pants and boxers enough that he springs free. I’ve never seen a man’s cock before, but I like what I see. His length is hard and red, with liquid dripping on the head.

He fists the root of his shaft, letting out a strained moan. I run a nail down his erection with the same pressure I like when I play with myself. He shivers at my touch, and I run the finger back up again and down the other side, rubbing his precome into the velvety skin.

I lean forward and kiss the reddened tip, and he jolts as if electrocuted.

“This isn’t going to last long,” he pants. “I just . . . fuck, you get me so worked up, baby.”

I feel insanely proud at his statement. This thick cock is hard because of me. I did this to him.

I start layering kisses down his shaft, and cup his swollen balls with my other hand. They tighten in my grasp, and after I roll them for a few seconds, I let go and turn my attention back to his cock.

I lick the rim underneath the head before lowering my mouth over just the tip. He tastes salty and bitter, but it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it makes my mouth water even more, because I’m eager to take more of him.

I slide my lips down his shaft, stopping only when he hits the back of my throat. I gag slightly, unpracticed at this kind of thing, but it seems to excite him more. He begins to murmur words of praise as I bob up and down, punctuated by soft gasps and moans, until he’s cursing and letting out a stream of nonsense words.

“Oh fuck, baby, that’s right . . . you take my dick so well, choking on it . . . you like my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

I nod because I do, and I want to drink up his praise.

Suddenly, he goes silent, and when I look up, his jaw is clenched and his eyes closed. I hollow my cheeks and give him one long suck, and those dark eyes fly open.

“Gonna . . . come . . .” he warns, but I’m not pulling off. I want to experience every bit of this. Finally, he bellows out a loud “Fuck!” and hot streams of liquid hit the back of my throat.

I suck him through every tremor, pulling off only when he has stopped twitching. When he looks down at me again, he seems almost drunk. He slumps down on the bed, and pulls me up to sit beside him.

“That was incredible,” he pants. “So good.” Even though my lips still hold his taste, he kisses me without hesitation. His hands begin to trail under my skirt, but I push him away.

“Not this time,” I say. “This was about pleasing you, of course. I love the way you look when you let go. But also, it was a little bit for me.” I bite my lip. “It made me feel powerful.”

Antoine pulls me into his arms. “You are powerful, and you should tell yourself that every day. I love you so much.”

“Keep your reservation all week,” I say. “I have a feeling we’re going to make good use of this room.”

He grins down at me before slanting his lips on mine, and I’m already counting down until we can come back to his little safe room once more.

ISABELLA

Bright, haunting, and beautiful, the full moon is the heartbeat of any werewolf’s existence on this Earth.

The cycle has come full circle once again, but as the pale orb rises high in the balmy southern sky, it doesn’t just signal the usual monthly change but something more—for tonight is extra important. Tonight, the vampires will run with the werewolves, almost like an exchange of cultural traditions.

Everyone on both sides is a little afraid of how tonight will go. Other supernaturals are almost never invited to run with us; if they are, it is usually a group of witches or something similar. The invitation has never been extended to vampires.

Martina ranted to me today about how sacrilegious just asking the vampires to participate was, let alone allowing it to happen. She sees it as openly sharing a religion’s secret ceremonies with a rival sect.

I think she’s being a little dramatic. We all live on the same planet, don’t we? The moon doesn’t just belong to the werewolves.

To better show off the local area to our out-of-town guests, Jack and Leo decided to have buses transport everyone to the Jean Lafitte Nature Preserve, about twenty miles from New Orleans, though it is much closer to the Rougarou village.

When we arrive in our buses, the entire vehicle goes silent at the beauty of the preserve, all highlighted by the light of the full moon.

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