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 asit 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.
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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.
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, noteveraffected 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 inmyroom.
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.