Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
She whimpers and squirms against me.
“Shh, I know,” I try to soothe, rubbing her back.
She’s fidgeting. Now she’s rotating her hips in little circles again.
“What does it feel like?” I ask. “What’s the moon doing to you?”
“It’s like if I don’t… if you don’t… I’ll stop breathing.”
“Use me. Like you just did.”
“What if I want you to… participate?”
“Do what you did before. Did it help?”
“Yeah… but only for a minute.”
“Try again,” I say.
She whimpers, looking at me, squinting without her glasses. “But…”
“I’m not claiming you tonight. I’m not having it used against me when this lunar event is over.”
“I won’t do that.”
“You say that now because you’re in a fake heat, Bailey. I can’t trust what you’re saying.”
“Fake?”
“You can’t go into a real heat if you’re not already claimed. It’s just the moon…”
“I’m okay if we blame the moon…”
“You’re saying that now, Bay, but I’m not risking it.”
“Jason,” she whines.
I smile. Fuck, this feels good.
I think she misreads my smile because her forehead crinkles.
She tries to hold still but she can’t. She’s rocking again. And whimpering. She’s about ready to beg me to fuck her. But I know she’s just moon drunk. She’s not thinking clearly.
She gives me a look of hurt before burying her face in my neck again.
“Of course I want to claim you. I’m dying to fucking claim you, but I’m not doing it tonight. Go ahead, rub against me. Get yourself there again.”
She digs her nails into my scalp, holding my hair as she rocks some more against my cock.
“You’re frustrating me,” she complains.
I groan with how good it feels.
And my groan only makes her wetter.
“I know.”
As soon as I know she’s of sound mind asking for this, it’ll be game on.
She rocks some more, still hiding her face, whimpering either in frustration or sensation, I’m not sure at this point.
She mutters a string of cusses and now she’s coming again, shaking as she continues rocking against me, until she goes completely limp, sprawled on me.
“That was so m-mean, Jason,” she rasps.
Her heart pounds against both our chests as she catches her breath, then whimpers again.
“Was trying to be the opposite of mean,” I say.
She doesn’t answer.
I peer down at her face. And she’s asleep. On top of me.
I finger comb some of her still damp, fragrant hair away from her face so I can look at her while she sleeps with her head on my shoulder.
Those pills are miracle workers. Why wasn’t I taking them days ago when they were offered? Thank fuck she’s been wearing a scent muting substance, because I was barely hanging in there as it was. And I could’ve fucked up. I could’ve fucked up and made things worse.
These pills aren’t making my dick soft; they aren’t stopping me from wanting her, but they are helping me keep a clearer head. It’s the only explanation for me not losing it and exploding into rutting mode. Because Bailey Blackwood, dry-humping me on top of the cum I’ve already spilled in my jeans and whimpering into my neck in a way that I know she’s wordlessly pleading for me to fuck her? It’s the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had.
41
BAILEY
It’s just about five o’clock in the morning when I slip back into Jase’s house unseen. I lean against the closed door with my heart racing out of control.
As much as I’m not in my right mind right now, I know one thing for certain… I’m not the only one who was affected by the moon last night. Our village smells like Brody Savage, which means that he and Adelaide sealed the deal finally.
And as bad as I felt on the way here, this fact makes me feel even worse. Because two alphas were taking those same gel capsules and though one of them claimed their mate, the other absolutely did not.
I woke up just after dawn. I was sleeping on top of Jase on the cabin couch.
I slept for about six hours right on him, like the dead. And it happened after I had my first kiss, not to mention my first and second…
Mortification swims through me. I orgasmed on Jason’s crotch. Twice!
And he was able to just sit there while it happened.
Which … stings.
Was it revenge for what I’ve put him through? I don’t know. I don’t think so, but…I am so mortified I could actually die of embarrassment.
I’ve gotten myself off plenty, always with him in my mind, but always alone.
I never imagined how much more intense it could be than what I was giving to myself. That felt incredible. And all it was, was me sliding back and forth, my face buried in his throat, my throbbing clit rubbing against his hard dick. How much better would that have been without clothes? With him participating?
Coming with his scent in my nose, his warm skin against mine, his beautiful, strong arms around me… plus adding in the sound of his breathing, his heartbeat? I’d say it was amazing, but I can’t help but fixate on a few facts.