Just fucking great.īut Dayne isn't paying the least bit of attention to me or to my watching pack. Without the strength of his arms around me, the muscles in my arms give out and I slump to the ground, only at the last possible second, managing to stop myself from face planting. Which is when I realize he was the only thing keeping me upright. My hair shifts, and for the first time, my face is no longer obscured by layers of dark-brown hair.ĭayne takes it as a sign the ceremony is over and jerks to his feet so fast that I'm not expecting it, nor am I prepared for his sudden absence. Startled, I jerk my head up, taking a moment to process that it is for us, for a newly mated pairing. That should be enough, and I can finally leave. So, while Dayne found his release, I don't dare to ask for more. Making demands of anyone has only gotten me a slap, or worse. Only I can't speak, or rather, I don't dare to. I shift restlessly, unable to silence the rising tension Dayne has awakened, a fierce need I'm desperate for him to satisfy.
I'd certainly never gone any further than that.īut no one could ever accuse Uncle Glynn of being kind, least of all to me. Then, I could've told him I'd only ever played with the boys in my pack. If uncle had been kind, he'd have let Dayne and I meet before the ceremony so we could get to know each other a little beforehand. My first time, with anyone, and it's at my moon-blessing ceremony in front of my pack, and with a virtual stranger. He's not alone in fighting for breath in this midnight darkness, as smoky-white tendrils of airy, lighted breath stir around us like spirits. Just holds me, as he works to steady his harsh breaths in the aftermath of our joining.
His hot breath has tension coiling, anticipation thrumming through me.īut he doesn't do what I'm expecting. Instead, he curves the long line of his body over mine, and a hot, muscled arm settles between my bare breasts as he buries his face in the joint of my neck and shoulders. My shoulder-length hair forms a shield between me and the sharp gazes that surround me-surround us. I open my eyes and stare down at the space between my hands. And, even though my wolf is strangely silent, I know the moon soothes her as much as it always has the human part of me. The touch of the moon on my back is like a soft kiss. My bare knees sink into soil that’s still damp from last night's rain.
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