Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
Finally.
I stifle a scream of relief as he slides inside me, every muscle in my body clenching down on him. His jaw drops to my shoulder as he slams my hips down, burying himself to the hilt, his arms like iron bands holding me up. He freezes, his breath harsh and ragged with the effort of holding himself back.
He fills every space inside me, stretching me in the best possible way.
But I’m too desperate for release.
rock against him in frantic movements, peppering kisses along the side of his face as I beg him to move.
I’m surrounded by his scent, his heat, his strength, and all I want is for him to slam into me harder, until I’m falling apart.
“Fuck,” he hisses, sliding his arms from around me to grip my hips hard enough that I’m positive he’s bruising me.
The pain only urges me to rock against him harder.
He slides out, and I want to beg him to stayonly for him to thrust into me again, slamming my hips up and down on his cock as he fucks into me, desperate and wild.
Unleashed and untamed. No longer holding back.
I claw at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as my back arches, baring myself to him, offering everything, as every thrust sends me higher.
He growls, reaching between us to rub his thumb over my clit. And it’s enough, the spark that sets off the explosion.
Stars burst, my body tenses, and my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure racks my body. I cry out his name and he follows, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spills himself into me with a hoarse shout.
We’re both breathless, spent. Collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and damp skin.
“Ava.”
Someone’s gently prodding at my shoulder, and I groan, my entire body battered. Oh, right. Lucas… was an animal last night.
“Ava.
“What?” Now that I’m marginally awake, his voice registers in my brain. I turn my head to squint through a tangled mass of hair. I need a shower. And a brush. And, like, five cups of coffee.
“Sister Miriam’s here.”
Sister Mirioh.
Sitting up abruptly, I must startle Lucas. He jumps up from the edge of the bed, hands in the air as he watches me cautiously, like I’m about to bite.
“Sorry, I’m up.”
“I see that. Lowering his hands, he adds, “You didn’t warn me you’re such a bear when you’re asleep.
A bear? Me?
You bit him when he tried to wake you up earlier, and you kicked him when he tried to cover you in a blanket. Selene’s helpful, overly chipper words have my head pounding.
The stillnew string of connection to Grimoire pulses urgently, tugging and yanking every which way.
Damn. Wake up and everyone needs you, all at once.
“Selene said I bit you. And kicked you.”
He shrugs, politely ignoring the heat reddening my cheeks. “Take your time. Do you want to shower first?”
“No, I’m okay-
But Lucas arches a brow in such a meaningful way that I pause. Damn. Do I smell like our sexcapades?
You do. It’s everywhere. You should shower.
“I’ll shower.
Sister Miriam is sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee that lost its steam a while ago. Without speaking, Lucas slides a cup of coffee in front of me. It’s as black as Sister Miriam’s hair. Silently, I grab some creamer and sugar, dumping them into the mug as he watches in what looks like horror
His Memories.
Lucas is a coffee purist. He might drink it with a little sugar, but he seems to enjoy torturing himself with its bitter flavor. Not me. I love myself, so I doctor mine up with as much cream and sugar as I can manage while still maintaining a decent level of caffeine.
Flavored syrup would be great, but that’s a luxury we don’t have in this place. Commune? Camp? Hideaway? It needs a word, so I can settle on one in my head.
“Morale is up,” Sister Miriam mentions casually, languidly drawing a finger around the rim of her cup. “Your wolves seem to be in good spirits. You’ve given them their first taste of hope since their arrival. You did well, child.”
Her approval sends a little butterfly flutter through me, leaving me more pleased than I’d like to admit. “Thank you.” Her report is a bit of a surprise to me, though; wolves don’t change off a few words, and I don’t have the best history in this pack.
They accept strength. It is the ultimate law of the land, Selene says, and I glance around in surprise. She’s nowhere to be found.
“Where are you?”
Lucas looks at me with concern, and I grimace. “Sorry. I was talking to Selene.”
I’ve got to get used to this whole mindspeak business, but it just feels weird to converse that way. I guess it’s normal when you’ve grown up your entire life doing it, but it’s hard to concentrate and separate my mental speaking from just… brain noise.
There is an exceptional amount of noise, says Selene, sounding far too amused for my liking. Ast for your question, I’m poking my nose in other people’s business.
“Whose business?”
The gnomes.
Sister Miriam clears her throat. “Your wolf is with the Grand Sage.” She taps the stone in the center of the table. “We are clear to speak, so let’s get started. It is imperative we retrieve your alpha’s memory. While you made a good display yesterday, it doesn’t change the feelings of some more troublesome wolves.”
Sipping at my coffee, I nod to show I’m listening. Lucas leans back in his chair in silence; it looks as though they’ve already discussed this, and I’m just being brought up to date on the situation.
I must have been exhausted, to sleep right through that. This place isn’t that big.
The bed is just outside the range of the stone. You heard nothing.
Oh. That makes sense, too.
Sister Miriam studies me, her ruby red eyes as disconcerting as ever. “Your mate has lost his connection with his wolf. This is why he could not heal properly.”
I nod; Lucas had already told me his wolf is gone. “How many know about this?” While I suspect Kellan realizes, it isn’t a subject I’ve brought up to anyone. The danger Lucas faces without his wolf is too terrifying to let that information out loose.
“Do you know why?” I ask. leaning forward slightly, trying not to let hope rise too high in my
Thears
Sister Viram doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, her gaze fixes on Lucas, who meets her stare with an impassive expression. His arm drapes casually over the back of my chair, a gesture that feels back protectie and possessive. The tension between them thickens, and I resist the urge to squirm in my seat
Es dear he has no intention of contributing to this conversation. He seems to hold respect for Sister Miriam, but there is also a cold distance between them.
After what feels like an eternity. Sister Miriam breaks the stalemate. Her attention shifts back to me her expression softening slightly. Ava, how much do you know about the attack that injured binic caught off guard by the question. My mind races, quickly gathering the fragments of infomation that have been tossed my way. “Not much. I admit, feeling a twinge of guilt. I’m always so nerwhelmed with what’s in front of me. I forget to ask all the right questions. But how in somente supposed to juggle this all so easily?
stow he was trying to save civilians, but beyond that… I trail off. It must have been brutal. Will it upset him to hear about it even if he doesn’t have memories of the attack? I glance at Lucas, But his expression remains unreadable. The bond in our chest has quieted, making it impossible to feel his emotions as clearly as I did yesterday.
That is normal. Selene antires me. It is not good to feel each other so closely. You lose yourselves in your bond. That is not a good thing
Tseet Sitter Miriam murmurs, her fingers drumming lightly on the table.
Sweet creamy sips of coffee do little to soothe the knot forming in my stomach. There’s clearly more to thin story than I’ve been told, and I’m not sure I’m going to like what I hear.
Peran Sister Minam continues her voice gentle but firm, it would be beneficial for you to anderstand the full scope of what occurred
I nod meeting myself for whatever revelation is coming. “Yes, I think that would help I turn to Lucas reaching out to place my hand over his, where it rests loosely on the table. “If that’s okay
Fit goes a cunt nod his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around mine.
Siener Miram Sakes a deep breath, her gaze growing distant as if she’s looking into the past. “It was hear. They had put evacuated the pack lands. Many wolves were already dead, and wolves Bard to the Their connection to the park bonds from the backlash of so many lives lost. They
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