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pushed his jeans down his hips, freeing his erection.

Breathing became an issue shortly after that.

His eyes rolled back into his head when she took his

erection into her mouth. He could barely stop himself

from thrusting his hips forwards like he wanted to. Her lips wrapped around him and her tongue swept along his length. The wet softness and warmth of her mouth

promised of things to come and he struggled against his desire to throw her down and pound her into the rug. He clenched his fists, his muscles becoming so tight that his arms trembled while she moved her lips down his cock,

taking it deep into her, and then sucked hard when she pulled back.

His buttocks clenched when her fingers ran around his

balls and she cupped them, weighing them gently before rolling them.

He looked down at her, his brows furrowing and his heart thundering against his chest while she licked and sucked him. He buried his fingers into her silvery hair, the silkiness of it only adding to the pleasure he was feeling. His hips quivered when his balls tensed and he pulled out of her mouth, not wanting to let go just yet.

She looked up at him with dark eyes full of lust and need and he almost pounced on her. Standing up, he removed

his jeans, telling himself to take things a little slower.

Neoma lay back on the rug, waiting for him to come to

her like she knew he would. She’d tasted how excited he was, had felt how close he’d been to coming when she’d been sucking his cock. She wanted it in her mouth

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again, wanted to let her tongue explore every hard inch of it until he came screaming her name.

She wanted this night to never end.

She squeezed her thighs together to make the most of

the throb in her clit. She moved them back and forth,

moaning breathily as she did so. He knelt beside her

again and his eyes dropped to her hips. The muscles of his jaw tensed when he saw what she was doing. She

breathed in when his fingers grazed her knee and he

forced them in between her thighs. She resisted for a

moment and then parted them for him. Her hand ran up

his leg at the same time as his eased down her inner

thigh.

When his fingers came to rest on her pussy, she ran

hers up the length of his cock, running her thumb over the soft head of it and catching the pearly drop that glistened there. She made eye contact with him while

she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked it

clean.

His eyes darkened, betraying his hunger, and his cock

bobbed. She smiled for a moment and then bit her lower lip when he ran his fingers down the length of her pussy and slid one long finger up inside of her. She tensed

around it, her hips jerking upwards while her body sung in response. He withdrew it slowly and thrust it back into her, a smile of satisfaction settling on his lips when she moaned. She deserved a little payback for thinking she was wholly in control of this. She was so aroused that a single stroke of his finger in the right place would make her come all over it. She shoved her hips against his

finger, riding it while he slowly pumped her, and held his gaze.

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She brought her hands up and cupped her breasts. Her

thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples, teasing

them, and then she ran her hands down over her

stomach to her pussy. She closed her eyes and arched

her back when her fingers made contact with her clit,

making little sparks of pleasure ride out along her

nerves.

She frowned when his hand caught her wrist and then

spread her legs for him when he moved between them,

his finger still sliding into her.

He stopped and a frown marred his face.

“What?”

“I haven’t…I mean…it’s been years…I wasn’t exactly

expecting company.”

She would’ve have laughed at what he was saying if he

hadn’t looked so crestfallen. “It’s fine…”

She reached out and caught hold of his hand where it

was resting on her knee. Pulling it towards her, she lured him down and then wrapped her hand around the back

of his head. Her lips met his in a passionate kiss and her tongue duelled with his, the warmth and hunger of his

kiss making her blood burn for him.

He withdrew his finger and her body sung a silent

prayer, begging him to be inside of her so she could

quench the fire growing out of control in her abdomen.

The tip of his cock nudged against her and she stilled, waiting for him to make a move. She held her breath,

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from this point forwards was going to be a frenzied, lust-fuelled race to fulfilment.

His grey eyes cleared for a moment, visibly growing

paler, and she felt as though she was watching the moon coming out from behind storm clouds. She was lost in

them. A thousand things sprang to her lips, but he

silenced her with a kiss and in one slick movement

buried himself in her.

She moaned into his mouth. Her teeth clashed with his, her tongue battling for command while her nails raked

down his back to his buttocks. She grappled with them, trying to control his harsh movements. He broke the kiss and buried his face into her neck, his breathing heavy in her ear. Her face contorted in pleasure when he

slammed into her, his cock thrusting deep inside her in long hard strokes that made her whole body cry out in

bliss. She dug her nails into his backside, forcing him to move faster and muttered desperate words into his ear, begging him for more.

He gave a low groan when she tensed her muscles

around his cock to make the most of each thrust. Desire stirred the beast inside of her and she growled when she rolled him over onto his back. He stared at her, a brief second of silence and stillness falling between them

before she pressed her hands into his stomach and

started to move. She built up a rhythm of long, deep

strokes. Her hands roamed up her body, twisting in her hair and toying with her breasts. She opened her eyes

and breathed heavily when he raised his hips to meet

hers on each down thrust. She moaned and licked her lips before smiling at him. Tensing her muscles again, she elicited a deep groan from him. His face contorted in pleasure, his lips parting and his head tilting backwards.

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apple when he tensed beneath her, his fingers

scrunching the fur blanket up into his fists.

Scott groaned again. She was killing him. He wanted her to go faster, wanted to be put out of his misery, not

tortured with her slow strokes. He could feel her skin sticking to him each time their bodies met, could feel the heat of her wrapped around his cock. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her and come, wanted to slam into

her and make her scream in pleasure.

Before he could think about what he was doing, he had

pulled out of her and turned her so she was facing away from him. She fell forwards, exposing her backside to

him while she knelt on the fur blanket. He paused,

unsure of whether to continue. He ran his fingers over her slick pussy, capturing the juices that coated it and smearing them over his cock. God he wanted her. He

wanted to fuck her like an animal.

She dropped forwards so she was resting on her elbows

and looked over her shoulder at him. He took hold of his cock, bringing it towards her, and waited to see if she was going to stop him. When she raised her ass, he

placed the tip of his erection inside of her and then put his hands on her hips. He drew her back, sheathing

himself to the hilt inside of her and then pulled out

again. He built up a rhythm while watching himself

sliding in and out of her. His cock glistened with her juices in the firelight. He moved his knees, forcing her to spread her legs further and giving him deeper access as he began to thrust harder into her. He could feel his

balls tightening with each quick stroke and jolts of

pleasure shot through him when she tensed her

muscles, clenching his cock and making him lose control.

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time he buried himself in her. He groaned, his hips

slapping against hers which each meeting of their

bodies. The fine sheen of sweat coating her back shone in the warm light. She looked over her shoulder at him again, her mouth hanging open and her eyes narrowed

in a look of desire and need.

He felt her tighten around him and knew from the look in her eyes that she was close.

He slammed into her and gave a low guttural growl that had her body quivering around his cock. His thrusts

slowed when his orgasm swept through him, his hips

jerking while he came. Her inner walls milked him,

making him moan and hold her hips against his so he

could make the most of the feeling. She groaned and

pressed her backside against him, showing him that she was doing the same as him. He stared deep into her eyes, not wanting to leave her body, but knowing that

he’d have to.

She moved forwards, causing his already softening cock to slide free of her body. He didn’t resist her when she lay down and tugged on his hand, making him come to

her. He sighed out heavily, trying to slow his heart and catch his breath.

Neoma curled up in his arms and rested her head

against his chest. She listened to his heart thumping

against her ear and smiled. Her whole body felt warm

and sedated. She took hold of the edge of the fur

blanket behind her and wrapped it over their legs.

Looking up, she found he was watching her. He had one

arm behind his head, propping it up, while his other was wrapped tightly around her waist as though he knew she was going to have to leave soon.

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She didn’t want to, but there was only so long that she could deny the moon’s sway.

It was still dark out and she could sense that the storm had cleared. Her eyes traversed his face for a few

moments longer, memorising his soft look and smile,

and then she closed them. She held him a little tighter, waiting for him to fall asleep and silently promising him that she’d come back. In her heart, she knew that her

fears about him had been wrong. He wouldn’t turn her

away because of what she was. He would never see her

as nothing more than a beast. He would always see her

as a woman, a human, first and foremost.

When his heart rate evened out and his grip on her side loosened, she looked up at him. She smiled and sighed

when she saw him sleeping. It was only another day

before the moon lost its sway over her for almost a

month. She’d return to him then and explain everything in the hopes that he would let her remain with him.

“I’ll come back,” she whispered against his mouth. “I

love you.”

She pressed a kiss to his lips and then slipped free of his grasp.

Scott frowned and scratched his chest in his sleep. When he rolled over and found that his arms were empty, his eyes shot open. He sat bolt upright and listened for a sign of her in the house. It was pointless. He knew

where she’d gone.

Getting to his feet, he tugged his jeans on and ran to the door. He grabbed the torch that was hanging beside it

and pulled the door open. Dashing out into the thick

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froze them almost instantly, draining the heat from his body.

“Neoma!” he called out to her, panicked thoughts

pushing his heart to the limit. She’d freeze out here

without any clothes. He shone the torch around, cutting through the darkness. His eyes darted about in an

attempt to follow it, desperate to find a sign of her. The moon was still shining brightly but it was low on the

horizon, telling him that it was early in the morning. In the pale light, he saw something on the snow and moved his torch there.

Tracks.

He followed her footprints towards the woods and

frowned when they seemed to become muddled and

then a set of smaller animal-like tracks replaced them.

A shuffling noise made him look up and he froze to the spot when the wolf looked at him, its eyes shining in the torchlight. He’d never seen a wolf this big before. His gaze flickered to the scrap of bloodstained bandage

beside it and the scratch on its hind leg. His heart

clenched and his mind reeled when he remembered what

she’d said to him.

He wouldn’t understand what had happened. She’d been

watching him. She hunts what she can eat. She’d placed him in danger.

He looked at the full moon on the horizon.

There was a reason she had been naked on his porch

and shot by the hunters. There was a reason she had

such beautiful silvery hair and piercing yellow eyes.

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She was a werewolf.

He went to look back at her but found that she was gone.

He smiled when he remembered something else she’d

said. He heard a wolf howl in the distance and started back towards his cabin.

Stepping onto the porch, he turned and looked back at

the woods and then at the glowing red orb on the

horizon.

The hunter’s moon would wane in a day or two.