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)
First: he just… let it happen. He didn’t participate.
And mostly: he didn’t lose control and take me like he knew I wanted. Like I know he’s wanted for the past however many days since it was decided that he would find my scent irresistible.
But he resisted!
And it stings. I can’t believe I acted like I did!
The moon has never, not ever affected me the way it does the other females in the pack. I’ve always assumed it’s because I’m wolfless. I knew it could change if I mated with someone, since the moon sways the human girls mated with our shifters. I know it affects my mom at times and it has with Amie and Ivy.
It’s not as if all females go into moon heat cycles each lunar event. Sometimes all of the mated females do. And sometimes the moon affects adult female wolf shifters who don’t have fated mates as well, making it so they seek out sexual partners. Lunar event calendars go out annually and most of the events are predicted.
Yesterday’s event wasn’t on the calendar. And it’s not the first time we’ve had a spontaneous lunar event, but it is the first time it affected me.
I got horny first, before I left the library. I went home to pack an overnight bag, sneaking my little bullet vibrator from its’ hiding place in my bedroom.
I got back to Jase’s house excited about using it, because while packing my overnight bag I had the eureka realization that I could use it to get off while in Jase’s bed. The notion had my heart kicking up, my palms sweating, and necessitated an underwear change before I left to go to Jase’s house.
In several of my Jase fantasies, he’d catch me using my toy and toss it out of the way, telling me he had something bigger and better. But that was always in my room.
And being in his bed, surrounded by his scent, I figured I’d come hard and pass out.
Pressing the little silver bullet against myself while in his bed had deliciously lewd images flashing through my mind. Me and Jase in the bed. Me and Jase in the shower. The two of us in the back seat of Dad’s convertible at the drive-in. Us doing it on that Ferris wheel with me fearlessly riding him up high in the sky while the gondola took us through many rotations. I even had flashes of Jase in the library, doing another BookTok lean before putting his hand up my skirt, making me come with his fingers against my Anne Rice tabletop display.
I came pretty hard in his bed, but was still so wound up in the aftermath that I started up again. The bullet died and I didn’t bring the charger, so used my hand to finish myself off the second time, not long after the first, simply imagining Jase on top of me, looking into my eyes.
But it didn’t make me sleepy. It left me pondering how much better the real thing might be. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about him, and about all the ways he’s tried to prove himself to me in the past few days. My neck felt strange, tingly, like I wanted nothing more than for his teeth to sink in just above my collarbone, so, I took a cool shower letting the water pelt that spot while talking myself out of driving to Tyson’s cabin to throw myself at Jase.
I even used the detachable showerhead on full pulse mode to get myself off a third time so I wouldn’t drive over there.
Obviously, none of that worked.
I didn’t bring my bag, didn’t bring my phone, and I didn’t even put shoes on my feet!
And bizarrely, the typical ten-minute drive seemed to only take a minute, as if I was there before I could talk myself out of it. And while driving, I was very aware of the moon looking strange, that golden hue that later invaded Jase’s eyes.
Looking at the moon, I wondered if it was time. If Fate was showing us both it was time by sending me there fast, putting me into a vividly sexual state. Putting me into that specific state so I wouldn’t be so scared to be claimed. Putting me and Jase out of our misery. And then I went and threw myself at him and thought YES when he was kissing me back.
Despite my current mortification, I want to go back and have that kiss again. And again and again. Because man, that kiss…
My very first kiss was beyond my wildest fantasies. It was raw, carnal, and beyond beautiful. More than my dreams for all these years promised. So much more. Jase kissed me like he’d been dying to do it for as long as I’ve been dying for him to do it. His mouth moved over mine in a way I won’t ever forget. Hunger. Relief. Desire. It was all there in the way he moved his lips, tasted me with his tongue, the way he breathed me in and held me in his arms. It was real. Vivid. Right.