Page 22 of Nyte's Rejected Luna

“You should come down to the beach,” he finally said, staring into my eyes, his grip on my chin loosening as his thumb stroked my cheek.

“Won’t everyone be out there changing?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t change his mind. I hadn’t been down to the beach once since he brought me here. I wanted to lay across the sand, still warm from the sun, and watch the moonlight shimmer across the waves as they caressed the land, strengthened by the lunar cycle.

“I don’t have to run with the pack; I don’t even have to shift. There is a cave close by. It’s dry during the full moon. You’ll be safe there.”

I smiled, jumping to my feet to get ready to go, pulling a bikini from the drawer along with a pair of washed-out shorts. I didn’t bother going to the bathroom to change my clothes. It wasn’t like Nyte hadn’t seen every inch of my body already.

When I was ready, the sun was already setting, and the house was quiet like the other day. Nyte stood by the door, his hand stretching out to me as I approached. I gladly took it, following him out into the hall and down the stairs. A few others were leaving at the same time as us. They gave me a confused look before quickly averting their gaze. We walked silently with them down the old wooden stairs toward the beach.

I couldn’t be bothered by the awkward silence from the other wolves. I was far too excited to feel the sand between my toes for the first time since coming to the packhouse. The breeze carried with it the scent of the beach. The sounds of waves crashing against rocks filled my ears like music all of its own. We parted from the others when we reached the bottom of the stairs. I felt their stares on my back as we walked into the darkness. The sounds of the pack fading the further up the beach we went. Soon, all I heard was that beautiful tune of the sea. A few seagulls calling out from their nests in the rocky cliffs around the beach. Not another soul was around.

The caves were often a popular tourist destination. Humans worldwide have marked it as a must-see location while visiting the area. However, they rarely came to see it at night. The night was the best time to be at any beach, in my opinion. The cooler air contrasted with the sand, still warmed from the sun. The way the moonlight shimmered and danced along the ocean into the dark horizon. It was my happy place, and I felt the joy at being on the beach shift my mood completely.

Releasing Nyte’s hand, I danced ahead of him, twirling and laughing at the bright full moon. Wolves howled in the distance from the direction we came; humans often disregarded the sound as coyotes or dogs, convinced there were no wolves in Southern California. I’m sure there were a few who, deep down, knew the difference between the sounds of dogs and coyotes as compared to wolves, but their logic wouldn’t allow them to believe it.

“The cave is right over here,” Nyte told me, pointing to a dark shadow along the rocks. He jogged ahead, turning and offering his hand to help me into the cavern.

The scent of the sea was richer here. The sound of water dripping from the ceiling telling me that the tide would fill the cave at high tide.

“Watch your step,” Nyte warned, holding my hand tight to support me as I stepped down onto the rocky path.

Darkness gave way to light, the ceiling of the cave opening to a full view of the moon. I gasped at the beauty of it, turning in a full circle as I smiled toward the sky.

“This is beautiful!” I cried out.

“Yeah, I agree.”

I looked over at Nyte, his gaze on me, no sign of turning his gaze to the sky above us. I blushed at the attention, walking up to him as he watched me with hungry eyes. He had been distant with me since yesterday, and careful with every touch we made. I knew why. He had told me it was hard to hold back his animal instincts around the full moon. The wolf took control then. No matter if you were cursed, born, or bitten, the moon dictated your actions.

It was the same for witches, although not as intense as werewolves. The moon cycle dictated our spells and rituals. Tonight, my coven would be meeting at Ama’s home, ready to end the cycle as the moon began to fade to black, taking whatever bad habit they wished to break free of with it. I would be there now if I wasn’t with Nyte.

I cupped his cheek, staring up into his darkened grey eyes. “Why are you still holding back?” I asked. “Don’t tell me you brought me here just so I could look pretty in this view?”

It was like a damn broke free, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace as his mouth devoured mine with a feral kiss. I moaned against his lips, arching into his arms as my hands glided up his chest. The sand pressed against my skin, my eyes fluttering open with surprise. I hadn’t realized that he had moved us to the ground; I was busy gasping at the feel of his teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

He was rougher than usual—more animal than man. A part of my brain chastised me for thinking I could handle him in this state. I wasn’t a werewolf and not built for these strong shifts under the full moon’s light. But a stronger side of me loved it—yearned for it. And that side of myself had walked up to him and started this all.

His hands ripped my shorts down my legs, throwing them off onto the rocks surrounding us. The strings of my bikini bottoms loosened, the knot coming easily undone. I wrapped my legs around his waist, shivering at the cool breeze touching my damp center before pressing myself against his heat.

“Nyte,” I moaned as he pulled my breasts free of the bikini top, his lips moving to taste the hardened buds.

My hands raked up his back, my hips thrusting against his, searching for the sweet friction I craved. His hands roughly grabbed my hips, shoving them back into the sand and pinning me in place. With another smooth motion, he grabbed my hands in one hand, flipping my entire body to my belly and spreading my legs apart with his knee. He lifted my hips from the ground, my wrists pinned in his hand to hold me still. I squirmed against him, biting my lip at his growl. I was playing a dangerous game, tempting a werewolf on a full moon. Even without his physical changes, he was far more beast than man.

I could hear him shoving his shorts down and feel him positioning himself behind me. My thighs tightened together in anticipation. My body screaming for what he was about to do to me. Slowly, he pressed the head of his cock into me, my neck arching back with a deep moan vibrating up my throat. I had expected him to take me hard and fast, just as he had often done. Instead, he moved slowly, pressing inside me inch by inch, pausing after each push inside. I tried to push back against him, craving him deep inside me, but his hand kept me pinned, immobilized against his delicious torture.

“More, fuck, Nyte. I need more.”

My voice cracked over the words, desire stealing the moisture in my throat.

“Shhh,” he coaxed me, pressing another inch inside before pausing. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was little more than a growl, the beast fighting Nyte for control.

“Fuck that,” I gasped, rolling my hips as best I could while tightening my core muscles around him. “I want the pain.”

He let out a dark growl. My body suddenly pressed deeper into the sand, and he pushed his entire weight into his thrust. He released my hands, my fingers searching for anything to hold onto but only pulling back more sand. I moaned into the sand, not caring that the gritty morsels got into my mouth. My body rocked back against his, matching him thrust for thrust, barely keeping pace as he moved faster and faster.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” I screamed, my voice scratching against my dry throat.

That familiar pressure was building, my eyes squeezing shut as I felt my body come undone. I dug my hands deeper into the sand, still searching for anything that could ground me as the euphoric wave took control of my body. I felt Nyte’s body tightening, his breathing growing louder as his thrusts grew harder. We both called out at once, the throb of his cock filling me just as my body clamped down around him.

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