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Kayleigh One Week Later… It’s been exactly six days since the tragic night of the Moon Festival. Six painful sunrises that remind Wolf-bloods of the night they lost friends and family members. Six unbearable sunsets that mothers and fathers never got to embrace the children they lost in the wolf-war. Tonight makes six heart-crushing evenings of waiting for mates who will never come home again. It’s Friday at dusk. Instead of the casual bonfire at the back of the O’Ryan manor, we are somewhere in the outskirts of Missouri, in a memorial cemetery reserved privately for Wolf-bloods. The Blue Blood Pack members are gathered here for the funeral ceremony in honor of their loved ones who have passed on. As if the there’s not enough nails traipsing my heart to pieces, someone turns the sound system and puts on, what I think is, the most melancholic song, at least for the moment. You are my sunshine… My only sunshine… You make me happy… When skies are gray… I didn’t ne
Kayleigh “Kayleigh, I’m sorry. I know what I did wasn’t ideal, but we’re here now. Will you please stop being mad?” Andrei breaks me out of my trance and literally stops me from a self-induced panic attack. “Okay,” I say, softening my tone. “But you’re still mad.” “Andrei, truly, I’m not mad. Okay? But I can’t talk about this right now. It still hurts too much, and frankly, it still… gives me anxiety.” I swallow the lump in my throat that formed from subduing my tears. “Well, when do you want to talk about it? Because I’m tired of walking on eggshells. We’ve been skirting around this conversation for several days. Why am I being punished for my heroic actions? Pray do tell.” “Oh, Goddess. Heroic actions? Really?” I roll my eyes, almost blurting in a laugh. He’s not the only one who calls what he did, “heroic.” In retrospect, I guess, you can call it that. I just really have a hard time accepting his gruesome solution to
Kayleigh “Are you going to shift into your wolf or just stay in human form when we go for the wolf run to scatter the ashes?” Cillian mumbles between our kisses. My body burns with his touches. I mentally remind myself that we’re out in public so I have to swallow my moans and tell myself that I cannot just straddle him and grind my center on his growing hard-on. “Your pack nurse said I should be good. But I’d like to march with the non-Wolf-blood mates and the children. The mourning she-wolves can join you guys in the run without worrying about their kids. Gisella and I can get a head start walking with them. We’ll meet you at the casting spot.” I rub my nose against my mate’s before devouring his lips again. I truly want to get to know the pack members starting with the women and the children in the most natural way, by mingling with them. Cillian stops kissing me and pulls his head back to stare into my eyes. His golden hazel eyes glisten, from what, I don’t know. “What’s that
Cillian It’s been a long day. I’m glad that we were finally able to do a tribute for the fallen Wolf-bloods. It was the last thing on my list before I can finally focus my attention to my mate and give her much needed time together, just the two of us, no one else. Even just for the night. After a quick take-out dinner and a joint shower, Kayleigh passed out while waiting for me to finish last minute mind-link briefings with my pack members. I’m exhausted. I’m spent. I’m sleepy. I’m horny. I’m hungry. I’m drained. Whether in human skin or werewolf form, my mind and body are in a state of complete exhaustion. But I can’t just sit back and relax when there is so much to do to put my pack back to something that resembles orderly. You’d think that after I survive a near-death experience I’d get a pass and a day-off from all pack duties. But, no. Thanks to my fucknut dad who bailed out on us the minute his traitor Beta pulls a rebellion, I was already swamped wit
CillianMy phone pings from a text notification from my sister. The fact that she’s texting and not mind-linking means that she’s made it to the business meeting location, a few hours from home. She and Gio left shortly after the memorial tribute and I’ve been on edge since, waiting for the result of this business appointment that will help cement our financial stability.REAGAN: Just closed the deal with the buyers. Waiting for the wire transfer to finish processing as we speak.ME: Are you sure you’ve done an extensive background check on this company?REAGAN: Hybrids. Like Andrei. Almost a year dealing with these guys and they haven’t hurt me. So, I think they’re all right. From what I gathered, they’re really not that bad like how others portray them to be.ME: Have your security detail on standby. I’m still a little suspicious about packs that aren’t our allies. REAGAN: Copy that. We can’t really afford to be suspicious right now. We need this money. It will help the pack a lo
CillianMy lips move to nibble on her inner thighs while my fingers gently push her silk panties to the side, revealing her bare pussy, already glistening with wetness. My fingers sink inside her, playing with her outer lips as I move to the apex of her opening and press on the little crux of pleasure. “Cillian…” Her raspy voice causes my skin to prickle. My cock pulsates hearing my name called in her breathy tone. I don’t wait any longer. I pull her panties to the side hastily and dive my mouth on her slick pussy. My tongue swirls around her clit for a few minutes before spearing in and out of her sweet hole. My mouth moves all over her plump pussy, kissing and making out with it like I do to her upper lips. Slurping and smacking sounds fill the room as I indulge in her delectable honey pot. I moan while sucking and blowing on her aroused clit, knowing that the mild vibration from my mouth will fully awaken her in the most delicious way.Kayleigh shifts to giv
Cillian Holding her body tightly against mine, I get up off the bed and carry her towards the window and sit her down on the wooden window sill. I unlatch the window lock and push the glass pane outwards to allow the cold fresh air in. The night breeze coming from the outside hits her back and makes her gasp. As werewolves, we’re more receptive of how different sensory stimuli can enhance pleasure. Like how hot and cold together can heighten sexual experience. The cold wind kisses her back while her front takes the hot friction from our bodies rubbing against each other. The contrasting temperatures mixed with the sensual strumming of our sexes release a different level of sensory pleasure. It’s magical. “Now it’s my turn to fuck your pussy. Brace yourself, because I’m not holding back. I’ve waited too long for this.” I band an arm around her waist to hold her down as I thrust my cock in and out of her with a desire that can probably move mountains. She holds onto my shoulders whi
Cillian To claim my mate. To make her mine. To mate, to mark, and mate again. To rut and knot. These are the primal needs of a werewolf. Setting aside the new reality and responsibility that the Moon Goddess just dropped on us, Kayleigh and I shift into our human form. We continue to kiss and touch and drown in our passions as if the last several minutes didn’t just change the course of our lives. “What’s on your mind, Kill?” she asks. “Nothing serious,” I say to down-play the weight of our awaiting duties to the Wolf Blood circle. “Is it bothering you? Do you think it’s bad?” The fact that she’s asking me these questions tells me that she already knows what thoughts and questions are running in my head. “Let’s talk about it later… I have some more important things to attend to,” I say as I catch her slightly parted lips with mine and run my hands on her back, squeezing her round and firm behind. For the l