Page 55 of Moon Cursed

“Damn,” I tell him, letting out a soft sigh. “I was kind of hoping you weren’t in the mood to control your wolf.”

Dangerous talk, I know. His eyes flash, glowing harder.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he tells me, his throaty voice making me wish for all kinds of slutty, sexy, primal things. He fucks me harder, his hands gripping my hips, his claws digging into my skin.

Oh, Goddess. That feels so damn good.

He slams into me, bumping my swollen clit over and over as his dick sinks deep.

I feel the first sparks of another climax and I groan.

He lets go of my hips to slice his right palm open with his left claw.

I open my mouth and he lets the blood drip onto my tongue.

The few drops he gives are more than I’ve tasted since we first marked each other.

The euphoria it triggers gives me an orgasm that keeps waves of pleasure rolling over me for what feels like an age. Everett slows a little, watching me come undone under him. My pussy clenches his dick so damned hard, and he doesn’t stop fucking me. He slows for a while, then speeds up again, his gaze going to my throat so damned often it’s making me crazy that he won’t just mark me a second time.

I reach up and stroke the mark I made on his throat, and he stills. His body judders, and he grabs my hips again, sinking deep and hard with his final stroke. One little stroke and he came for me.

I look up at him, and the glow is gone from his eyes. His hands are back to normal, teeth too.

“Fuck,” he mutters, moving back, and taking a few long, deep breaths.

“I didn’t think that would happen,” I admit.

He shakes his head. “It felt good. I was kind of… Did I hurt you?”

Worry hits his eyes as I sit up. I look down and see tiny marks where his claws grabbed me while we were fucking. I do a quick partial shift in that area and the marks disappear.

“No harm done,” I tell him. “It was what we both needed.”

He helps me up and holds me against him. “Do you still want a second mark?”

With my heat sated, and the post orgasmic chill achieved, I shake my head.

“I know I’m yours,” I tell him. “You don’t need to mark me again to tell me that.”

He smiles. “And that’s why I won’t mark you when we’re having sex.”

“A little control can be a good thing,” I agree, though it wouldn’t upset me if it happened.

It seems like it would upset him, so I’m glad it didn’t.

I turn around and pick up the tattered remains of Noah’s favorite dress. Now that we’re done, I have the taste of blood in my mouth, and my insides feel a bit like they’ve been re-arranged.

It’s been a while since we went feral on each other like that.

The situation with Oscar has cut him as deeply as it’s cut me.

We need to pull together and stay close. That’s probably what made me want another mark.

It’s probably what made him want to give me another one.

“Sorry about the dress,” Everett murmurs, as he puts his perfectly unharmed clothes back on.

“You’ll buy me a new one,” I tell him. Though it might be hard to get this exact dress. I bought it so long ago I don’t remember where it was from, and I doubt I’ll be able to get another one that’s anything like it. Noah’s not going to be happy.

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