Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book
My pulse scatters at the way he’s looking at me. Like a male who’s been living on air, on the verge of starvation, and is now seated before a feast for kings and queens.
I smile. Take him into my mouth again. Slide up and down until he’s taut and shuddering, hissing sharp breaths that fill me with liquid satisfaction, his hips rising to meet me. Until he’s so thick and firm I’m certain he’s about to—
He fists my hair and gently tugs me back until he’s free from my mouth, my neck stretched as he watches me with cutthroat intensity.
Something in his stare has changed, braced with an assertion I don’t understand.
I frown, and it takes me a moment to register the thick tension in the room. That his energy has gone from warm and playful to hard and serious.
Before I have time to untangle that thought, he loosens his hand and flips me onto my back—now kneeling between my spread legs, lording over me like a savage silhouette.
The air stiffens.
“Why did you stop m—“
Another flash of lightning, and he grips my thighs, widening me so much there’s no place for me to hide. “I’ve made a decision,” he growls, spreading his hand across my lower belly, the pad of his thumb circling my swollen clit in slow, ruinous circles.
My hips buck, and I thread my fingers through my hair, strums of pleasure thrumming through me as he plays me like an instrument. “Good for … y-you.”
The fact that he can think at all right now is beyond me.
Seriously—
good for him.
He sinks his fingers into me, curling them, rubbing at some deep, tender patch of nerves that strikes me with a bolt of knee-shaking rapture.
I wail from the startling sensation.
Fuck.
What was that?
He strokes that sensitive spot again, again, again
—winding me so tight I can hardly breathe. “You’re not erasing me,” he rumbles, thumbing my clit faster.
Faster.
“Not this again,” I moan, but the words don’t hold the punch I intend, his fingers working me so expertly my mind has withered into compost. The sort where bad decisions go to sprout.
“I’ll cut you a deal,” he spurs with a flash of his canines.
“Fuck your deals.”
“No, Raeve. Fuck yours,” he growls, pushing another finger in.
Stretching me.
“I spent over a hundred phases crushed beneath the weight of your death, wrecking myself, trying to shed the hurt from my heart. Do you know how much easier it would’ve been to simply remove you from my mind?”
I groan as he pumps me full, my body singing for his ministrations, wet sounds filling the room.
“But I didn’t, because I’m not a fucking coward.”
I snarl, arching up to snap my teeth at him, flopping back upon the pallet with a pleasure-filled groan as he pushes me full again.
“I don’t take you for a coward.”
“Stop t-talking. You’re ruining it.”
“No.”
Another thrust.
Another.
“You don’t get to treat me like a secret this time,” he grinds out, strumming my clit with his thumb.
My pleasure begins to peak, a mighty wave cresting—
“I’m not your secret. I’m your truth.”
He pulls his fingers free, dissolving the climax before it has the chance to curl over.
I cry out, my sound turning into a needy whimper as I tug my foot back to shove him in the chest for being a teasing asshole.
He snatches my knee, then the other, pinning my spread legs to the pallet, his eyes shadowed embers glinting in the flashing storm. “I know you’re a feral creature that likes to swipe at everything that moves into your atmosphere, but there are only so many hits I can take before I start swiping back. Once upon a time, I listened to you. Let you push me away. Then you died.
So no,” he growls, “I don’t accept your deal. But I will offer you a new one that’s favorable to all parties—not just your own selfish whims.”
“I’m not selfi—
“
He dips his head between my thighs, flattens his tongue against my throbbing entrance, and licks a hot line all the way up me. “Ohhh, you’re good at that,” I moan, bucking.
He does it again, my fingers tangling with the hair at the back of his head as I rock my hips to his laving beat.
Okay, I am a bit selfish.
I press him closer, his tongue spearing into me. He lifts my hips, cranking my rapture to an entirely new level.
My center begins to clench—
He pulls back.
I cry out, though my frustration sputters as he thrums my clit with his thumb again. “Reach back and put your hands on the wall,” he commands, such calm authority in his voice that I immediately obey, certain my compliance is going to earn me the orgasm he keeps dangling just out of reach.
He tosses one of my legs up over his shoulder, grips the other, and spreads me wide. He fists his length, then thumps it against my swollen core.
Again.
Again.
I soften with each heavy thud to my tender clit, picturing him inside me. Filling me.
Moving in me.
Creators, this male …
“What’s the deal, asshole?”
“Yield and I’ll fuck you.” He flashes me a sharp smile that’s all canines and feral delight, devastating me with more teasing thumps. My hips buck up to meet each one. “Then I’ll tell you.”
“That’s a shitty ruuuu—
Creators,” I grind out as he swirls the thick head of his cock around my entrance, dipping in the slightest amount.
Pulling out.
Swirling again.
Maybe it’s not such a shitty rule.