Lunar Mates 1: Under Cover of the Moon by Under the Cover of the Moon (Cobblestone) Page B
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I might have come around in my own time."
Laughing, he shook his head.
“Don't know much about wolves, do you?"
“Apparently not.” She punched him in the chest, until he finally stopped laughing.
“Wolves mate for life, babe,” he said seriously, rubbing his chest where she had hit him. “I'm not going anywhere. And I'm sorry I didn't give you a choice. A lot of what I'm doing is instinct, but..."
“But what?"
“I didn't have any more time to give you. You're the one who's spent the last month avoiding me."
She gasped. “Don't blame it on me!"
Apparently, he decided arguing wasn't getting him anywhere and he shifted gears. His new tactic involved sliding the gown up her hips. He was cradled between her legs and she was wet and ready. He cupped her face, and with practiced ease slid his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her pussy. It was impossible to stay mad.
Her eyelids drifted shut and she went with the moment. She could get used to this. And him. Even if he was impossible and bossy. When he left ... her eyes flew open. Oh my God, she was in love with him! How else could she explain the tearing in heart at the thought of him leaving? What if what he said was true? She let the block she'd been using drop. Feeling the full strength of the bond between them, she finally started to accept he was her future.
He reveled in the change as it came over her when she stopped fighting the bond, enjoying her pleasure as if it was his own. Her breath came in gasps, heart pounded, and warmth moved across her skin. Gritting his teeth, he knew he wouldn't last amid the maddening intensity much longer. He reached between them, found her clit and rubbed it in a speed matching his thrusts, each a little harder, a little closer on the heels of the first.
He felt her tighten around him, heard her gasp his name and knew the second she flew apart in his arms. He stroked into her to find his own release.
“Don't leave me,” she murmured when he rolled off her.
He turned her on her side and pulled her back against his chest. Wrapped around her like that, the protective posture filled him with contentedness. Sighing, he brushed her hair from her face and settled a kiss on her temple.
“I won't,” he said, but she was already asleep.
----
Chapter Six
Bright morning light streamed through the kitchen windows as Darius poured his second cup of tea. Meg was moving around upstairs, and he wondered if he had enough time to go up before his visitors arrived. Hearing the soft tapping on the sliding glass door, he sighed and let Eric and Trey in. At least the nagging suspicion about Trey was allayed after seeing the wolf last night. It wasn't Trey. It wasn't any of his people.
“Tea?” he asked quietly, getting mugs from the cabinet. He waited until they were sitting at the bar, sipping their hot beverages before going on.
“I saw the wolf last night."
“Ow! Damn!” Eric exclaimed, glaring at Darius as he mopped up the spilled tea. “Warn a guy next time, will you?"
“Sorry,” Darius grinned. “Didn't expect my words to have that kind of effect."
Sensing movement on the stairs, he turned to watch Meg enter the kitchen. Blowing a lose strand of hair out of her eyes, she arched a brow in question at the men at the counter. He could almost hear her thinking, okay, what now ?
“Good morning.” She nodded at them and went straight for the teapot. She sniffed it suspiciously.
“This isn't coffee,” she said.
He laughed. “We don't drink coffee. Well, except Trey here, but he's a little strange even for us.” He arched a brow at Trey, who snorted.
“They can't handle coffee,” Trey said, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. “I, on the other hand, can drink it all day long.” He paused and glared at his mug. “Please make some coffee."
She laughed and filled the coffee maker. When she stepped back to wait for it, Darius pulled her against him. Bending to nip at her neck, he whispered in her ear,
Laughing, he shook his head.
“Don't know much about wolves, do you?"
“Apparently not.” She punched him in the chest, until he finally stopped laughing.
“Wolves mate for life, babe,” he said seriously, rubbing his chest where she had hit him. “I'm not going anywhere. And I'm sorry I didn't give you a choice. A lot of what I'm doing is instinct, but..."
“But what?"
“I didn't have any more time to give you. You're the one who's spent the last month avoiding me."
She gasped. “Don't blame it on me!"
Apparently, he decided arguing wasn't getting him anywhere and he shifted gears. His new tactic involved sliding the gown up her hips. He was cradled between her legs and she was wet and ready. He cupped her face, and with practiced ease slid his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her pussy. It was impossible to stay mad.
Her eyelids drifted shut and she went with the moment. She could get used to this. And him. Even if he was impossible and bossy. When he left ... her eyes flew open. Oh my God, she was in love with him! How else could she explain the tearing in heart at the thought of him leaving? What if what he said was true? She let the block she'd been using drop. Feeling the full strength of the bond between them, she finally started to accept he was her future.
He reveled in the change as it came over her when she stopped fighting the bond, enjoying her pleasure as if it was his own. Her breath came in gasps, heart pounded, and warmth moved across her skin. Gritting his teeth, he knew he wouldn't last amid the maddening intensity much longer. He reached between them, found her clit and rubbed it in a speed matching his thrusts, each a little harder, a little closer on the heels of the first.
He felt her tighten around him, heard her gasp his name and knew the second she flew apart in his arms. He stroked into her to find his own release.
“Don't leave me,” she murmured when he rolled off her.
He turned her on her side and pulled her back against his chest. Wrapped around her like that, the protective posture filled him with contentedness. Sighing, he brushed her hair from her face and settled a kiss on her temple.
“I won't,” he said, but she was already asleep.
----
Chapter Six
Bright morning light streamed through the kitchen windows as Darius poured his second cup of tea. Meg was moving around upstairs, and he wondered if he had enough time to go up before his visitors arrived. Hearing the soft tapping on the sliding glass door, he sighed and let Eric and Trey in. At least the nagging suspicion about Trey was allayed after seeing the wolf last night. It wasn't Trey. It wasn't any of his people.
“Tea?” he asked quietly, getting mugs from the cabinet. He waited until they were sitting at the bar, sipping their hot beverages before going on.
“I saw the wolf last night."
“Ow! Damn!” Eric exclaimed, glaring at Darius as he mopped up the spilled tea. “Warn a guy next time, will you?"
“Sorry,” Darius grinned. “Didn't expect my words to have that kind of effect."
Sensing movement on the stairs, he turned to watch Meg enter the kitchen. Blowing a lose strand of hair out of her eyes, she arched a brow in question at the men at the counter. He could almost hear her thinking, okay, what now ?
“Good morning.” She nodded at them and went straight for the teapot. She sniffed it suspiciously.
“This isn't coffee,” she said.
He laughed. “We don't drink coffee. Well, except Trey here, but he's a little strange even for us.” He arched a brow at Trey, who snorted.
“They can't handle coffee,” Trey said, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. “I, on the other hand, can drink it all day long.” He paused and glared at his mug. “Please make some coffee."
She laughed and filled the coffee maker. When she stepped back to wait for it, Darius pulled her against him. Bending to nip at her neck, he whispered in her ear,
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