Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
It’s a plea I can’t resist.
I can’t take it slow anymore. My need for her, for this, is pounding in my veins, demanding to be satisfied.
Ava trembles beneath me, her eyes glazed with desire. Her fingers tighten on my shoulders as her head falls back, baring her throat to me. She’s exposed and vulnerable, and the wolf inside me growls in triumph.
Mine.
The sight of her, naked and flushed and quivering with need, is almost enough to push me over the edge. I need to be inside her. Need to claim and possess and mark, to root out every last vestige of uncertainty between us.
My cock throbs, hard and unyielding.
Aurum is demanding it, a pulsing heat in my veins. He wants to take. Wants to dominate. But I hold him back, forcing him to let me go slow.
For now.
I catch Ava’s swollen lower lip between my teeth, nibbling gently before releasing it with a soft pop. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her lips. “But I can’t take it anymore.”
“Lucas, please.” My mate arches against me, her fingers digging into my back as her legs wrap around my waist. “Need you.”
How can I deny her?
I align myself with her entrance, already slick and swollen from my fingers. We both moan at the first touch of my cock to her core—a soft, tormenting glide that has her back arching and her nails biting into my shoulders. The bond between us flares with shared pleasure, overwhelming every other sense.
Her body pulses around me, drawing me in, and I slide home with a harsh groan. There’s nothing gentle about this. I’m too far gone, too desperate for slow and steady. My hips snap forward, driving into her, and I watch her face contort with ecstasy as the wolf inside me howls in victory.
Mine.
My hands glide up her sides, palming her breasts as I withdraw, then squeezing them hard as I thrust forward again. She cries out, her hips lifting to meet me. Her body is so tight, so hot around me—it’s almost too much. I freeze, buried deep, as pleasure rockets through me.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her nails digging into my skin. “Lucas, please—more. Harder.”
I can’t hold back. I tug her breasts, using them for leverage as I slam into her again and again, chasing the pleasure that’s dancing just out of my reach. Her cries fill the room, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
Mine.
I slide my hands down her sides to her hips, lifting her to meet each powerful thrust. The slapping sound of our bodies connects fills the room, harsh and desperate. She’s panting beneath me, her fingers tightening on my biceps as she meets each one of my thrusts, urging me on.
I can feel her coiling tighter, her inner walls fluttering against me. The bond between us is ablaze with desire, a searing heat that has Aurum roaring in approval. The wolf wants to mark her, to leave his brand on her like a badge of ownership.
I lean down, capturing her swollen lips in a kiss as I snap my hips forward, thrusting hard and deep. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she breaks the kiss with a desperate cry. The feel of her tight, wet heat squeezing around me sends me over the edge.
I bury myself inside her, spilling into her as she clenches around me, crying out my name. My mate. My Luna. Mine, forever.
My breath comes in harsh gasps, my body slumping onto hers as I fight to catch my breath. She’s still quivering beneath me, her heart racing as she buries her hands in my hair, pulling me down for a slow, deep kiss. I can taste myself on her lips, and the wolf inside me rumbles in satisfaction.
Mine. Always mine.
I press soft kisses to her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, but she’s not having any of it. Her hands slide down my back, urging me to move. I growl low in my throat, the sound vibrating between us.
“Not done,” she murmurs, her fingers tightening on my ass as she pushes me back onto my heels.
“Ava—” But it’s too late. She’s rolling us over until I’m lying on my back, her hands already sliding down to wrap around my cock. I can’t stop the groan that tears from my throat as she takes me in hand, already stroking. “Goddamn, woman.”
She just smirks and climbs on top, guiding me into her heat. The stretch of her body around me has me clenching my jaws against the pleasure. She’s so tight, so hot, and I can’t even speak as she lifts her hips and then sinks back down onto me. She’s all in control, her movements slow and torturous.
Until she’s not. Until she’s riding me hard, her hands fisting against my chest as she snaps her hips down, taking all of me. Eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy, with her gorgeous blonde hair spilling over my thighs—she’s a fucking goddess among mortals.
I can do nothing but hold on for the ride. My fingers dig into her hips, urging her on as my cock pulses with the need to spill again.
She’s told me before that she’s on some sort of contraceptive, but that primal part of me just says to breed the fuck out of her, to spill my seed until her womb is heavy with pups, and I’m helpless against the urge.
She throws her head back, crying out as she shudders around me. Her fingers tighten on my chest, her nails biting into my skin, and I snap my hips up, driving into her as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
Mine.
Her nails leave faint pink streaks on my skin, but I barely feel them through the haze of pleasure.
As she slumps forward, spent, I wrap my arms around her, rolling us over until I’m buried deep inside her once more. I cradle her against my chest, pressing soft kisses to her hair. Aurum is purring inside me, his need to mark and claim sated for now.
LISA
“Take a shower.”
Kellan’s soft words distract me from the darkness inside my head.
I don’t even remember leaving Ava’s place, but here we are. Home. His home, but also mine.
My fingers refuse to work. The zipper on my coat stays firmly in place despite my attempts to grip it. Everything feels distant, like I’m watching someone else’s hands fail at this simple task.
“Here.” His hands replace mine, steady and warm. Rough and calloused. Strong. Dependable. “Let me help.”
The zipper slides down with a quiet hiss. He peels the coat from my shoulders, but it’s warm in here; I don’t need it. There’s a fire going in the wood stove already. I’m not sure if someone kept it going for us while we were gone, or if they started it when we returned.
Dark stains splash against the brown fabric, mostly from behind. Mira’s blood. The sight should make me react, should make me feel something. But there’s nothing. Just emptiness. I’m exhausted; all my feelings have been felt.
“Arms up.”
I comply without thinking, letting him pull off my sweater. Then the thermal shirt. Another sweater. The layers fall away one by one until I’m in just a thin long-sleeve shirt that clings to my skin, damp under the arms from sweating.
“Your pants are wet from the snow.”
His voice stays gentle, clinical. Like he’s talking to a spooked animal. Maybe he is. I stare at my snow pants, noticing more dark patches near the knees where I knelt beside…
Hmm. No. Those thoughts lead to danger. I’ve already spent too much time down that road today.
Function, Lisa. You need to function.
My boots come off next. Then the snow pants. Two pairs of thermal leggings. My movements are mechanical, automatic, following Kellan’s quiet instructions without really processing them. My body and mind have lost their intrinsic connection.
He gathers the bloody clothes into a pile. Maybe they’ll need to be burned. Can’t wash out that much blood. Can’t…
The room tilts slightly. Kellan’s hand steadies my elbow.
“Shower,” he reminds me. “You’ll feel better once you’re warm.”
Will I? It feels warm enough in here. I don’t think I’m that cold.
Besides, the numbness feels safer than whatever waits on the other side of it. But I stay silent, letting him guide me toward the bathroom. My feet move without my input, carrying me across the wooden floor.
The bathroom light flicks on. Steam rises from the shower—he must have started it while I undressed. The mirror shows a stranger’s face, pale and blank-eyed. I don’t recognize her. She looks like shit.
“Do you need help?” He asks from the doorway.
I shake my head. The motion feels disconnected, like my body belongs to someone else. “I can manage.”
“I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
The door clicks shut. Water drums against tile, filling the small space with white noise. I strip off my remaining clothes, slow and clumsy. Step under the spray.
Heat penetrates the numbness, just barely. Water runs pink for a moment as it washes away traces of blood I hadn’t noticed on my hands. Even on my neck.
I stand there, letting the water pour over me, not really washing. Just… existing. The steam wraps around me like a blanket, and I float in the emptiness.
My mind turns off, letting me just exist in the moment.
“Lisa?”
The shower door opens abruptly, letting in a rush of cool air. Kellan’s broad frame fills the space, cool air breezing against my skin.
“Lisa? You’ve been in here for twenty minutes.”
A violent shiver wracks my body. The water pelts my skin like needles of ice. When did it get so cold? I never noticed.