Can’t Fight The Moonlight
Leaving the chaos of the prom disaster, Todd tugs on my hand as we exit the ballroom through the back door, leading me across the quaint little patio and onto the grass. The moon is shining brightly above, and the only noise is that of the nocturnal creatures around us. I look up at the stars, a small smile curving my lips. Tonight hasn’t been all sunshine and roses, but as we stroll through the open space behind Shirdal, I feel a flicker of hope forming in my chest.
I know where we are thanks to my exploration at the open house, and my brows furrow briefly as my boyfriend continues to pull me away from the building and the lake nearby. We’re headed toward the Shifter Training Area where I saw the primal fight last week. My cheeks flush as I remember the sculpted form of the tiger. I realized he must be related to the other professor I saw from the courtyard, because they are almost identical. Twins, maybe, and that thought has my skin heating even more. I saw a video once when the Heathers hacked the Wi-Fi at my house so we could check out Preyhub and?—
“DD!”
A pair of fingers snap in my face and I blink, realizing I was fantasizing about the professors again. “Oh, sorry, baby. I guess I zoned out a little.”
“We’re here, babe,” Todd replies, gesturing toward the wide, circular stone arena I peeped at last week. It’s huge, and secluded, but the tang of blood that hangs over it speaks to the fights that regularly occur here. “Isn’t this perfect?”
“Perfect?” I ask, looking around in puzzlement. “Perfect for what? Hanging out while they clean up the puke?”
A disbelieving snort escapes him and something uneasy settles in my gut. “To fuck. Duh.”
“To... fuck?” I know I sound like a parrot, but after the bus and the scene inside, I’d kind of given up on the idea of losing my virginity on prom night. I didn’t tell Todd about my change of plans, true, but when would I have had a chance? He’s been drunk since before they picked me up, and after we got here, he spent his time clowning around with his boys. We haven’t been alone for more than a few minutes all night.
Until now.
“Yeah. I mean, we’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?” When I don’t answer, he steps closer, taking my hands in his and squeezes. “I want to make love, baby.”
I press my lips together, looking up at him. His expression is contrite, but something about this doesn’t feel right. His soft brown eyes gaze into mine hopefully, but the uneasy feeling in my gut won’t go away. “I do, too, Todd. I’ve wanted to for so long. Tonight has been a disaster—would it really be so bad to wait another day or two?”
His eyes darken, and I pull my hands out of his, taking a step back. A slow smile spreads over his countenance, and he edges closer to me again. Hands grip my shoulders firmly, and he leans in, whispering in my ear, “Baby, you make me so hard. I’ve been waiting for you so we can let our animals loose and get wild .”
This is what I’ve wanted; it’s what I planned for. The circumstances may be a little off tonight, but Todd’s been more than patient. He waited when I first asked him to, and he’s behaved like a gentleman about it ever since. I’m not saying that gives him the right to expect me to do something, but it shows what kind of person he is.
So why does this suddenly feel so wrong?
It must be the stress of the evening. Tonight has been a rapid-fire series of events I couldn’t predict, much less control, and it has to be affecting my ability to see things clearly. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be considering turning down my boyfriend of five years when he’s professing his love for me.
Todd must sense the shift in my resolve because he puts his hand on my cheek, leaning forward to kiss me. The familiar scent and feel of my boyfriend fills my senses, and I put my hands on his shoulders, kissing him back until I’m breathless. He gives me that sweet, love-struck grin again, and my insides squish. Todd may not be perfect, but he’s mine, and we are meant to be.
When we break apart, I push his tux jacket off of his shoulder, urging him to toss it aside. It goes flying, followed by his shirt, and suddenly, he’s naked from the waist up. He isn’t cut like the hot shifter professors, but he has broad shoulders and powerful arms. His muscles flex as he reaches up to brush a strand of hair off of my face.
“Turn, baby. I’ll help you with your zipper.”
The raspy tone of his voice makes my skin tingle, and I comply, closing my eyes when his hands work the hooks and zipper on the fancy gown. Slipping my arms out of the off-the-shoulder straps, I let the fabric slide down my body to the ground. It pools at my feet, and I instinctively put my hands over my breasts. I know we’ve been waiting for this for so long, but I’m feeling unsure and I don’t know why.
“Todd, I…”
His hands squeeze my shoulders, and I feel his breath on my neck as he moves closer. “Relax, DD, it’ll be over soon. Then you’ll change, and everything we’ve dreamed of will come true when our animals mate.”
I kick off the heels before I face him, my eyes wide as I take in his lanky frame. His lips curve up into a hungry expression and I shiver. Todd steps back again, undoing his belt and shedding his tux pants. My eyes track the skin as it’s revealed before stopping at his boxer briefs. I frown in confusion, wondering if I’m doing something wrong, because I’m not seeing anything that looks like what I’ve seen lately... including in this training arena.
Monsieur Growlvinchy assured me this was the perfect lingerie set for this dress, both in form and function. So what’s the problem?
Why does it seem like my boyfriend isn’t even a bit... excited?
“Do you....do you like my...” I pause, a flush creeping up my neck. This is all so painfully awkward, and he’s not doing anything to make me feel more secure. I lift my hands, spinning on the ball of my foot in a short pirouette. “Is this good?”
“Hell yeah, babe. It’s hot as fuck. My dick is like steel,” my boyfriend replies, yanking me against him. His mouth slants over mine, and I kiss him back, placing my arms around his neck.
I’m not sure I agree with the statement, but what do I really know? I mean, I watched those two hot guys get it on earlier in the week, and I saw the professor in the training ring, but seriously? It’s not possible that every pred has a dick that big. The one who fought in this ring looked like he could rip me in half. Maybe it skewed my expectations.
Yeah, that has to be it.
Todd’s hands skate over my breasts, tweaking my nipple hard through the sheer fabric of my strapless corset, and I wince. I’ve heard sometimes a little pain is sexy, but that felt like he was trying to remove a bolt. I squirm, hoping he’ll get the hint and move on to places more likely to feel good when he’s rough. At least, I hope it will. My barely there thong isn’t drenched by any stretch of imagination, and if he shoves those tiny baby fingers in now, it will not feel good at all .
Maybe if I…
“Babe, touch me. Feel how crazy you make me.”
Okay. That’s a good idea. If I can get him worked up, he might return the favor, right?
Sliding my hands down his pecs, and over his abs, I frown. There’s something… like little scars along them. The answer dawns on me as I keep my eyes trained downward and move my hands to his hip bones. My boyfriend is as vain as my friends—he’s had ab implants!
The urge to giggle almost causes me to make this moment even more uncomfortable and I swallow hard, trying to avoid hurting his feelings. I can’t imagine why he’d want to do that rather than some crunches, especially at our age.
But this is my mate, and I’m going to have to get used to the eccentricities I find as we learn one another’s bodies. I wouldn’t want him judging me for not getting enhanced, so I can’t judge him for doing the opposite.
Can I?
My fingertips graze the waistband of his boxers as he continues fumbling around my lingerie, clearly having trouble with hooks and snaps. The groan he lets out encourages me, and I bite my lower lip as I slowly work them down over his hips to his thighs. Instead of a coarse patch of hair, I’m greeted with completely smooth skin, and yet again, I have to struggle not to laugh. I don’t know if he had laser or if he does enough yoga to allow him to pretzel himself into shaving this close, but Todd Vandersnoot is as naked as a newborn below the waist.
Forget Hera, I’m going to need Aphrodite to get through this.
Movies and TV did not adequately prepare me for the tension, insecurity, and absolute shock I’m going through as I discover parts of my boyfriend’s body I’ve never seen before.
I finally let my gaze travel past his stomach to the shallow ‘v’ of his pelvis, and my mouth opens in a perfect ‘o.’
This is not what I expected at all.
“Yeah, babe. This is getting you all worked up, right?”
I’d been ignoring his lack of skill while I explored his body, but his fingers are fumbling around my lady parts like they’ve lost the map. I can’t tell him if he’s closer to putting a finger in my ass than he is to pinching my clit, and I also have no words for the sight in front of me. Reaching out, I clasp my hand around the base of his very short, thin cock, winging yet another prayer to the gods and goddesses that he’s a…
What do they call it? A grower, not a shower?
Hell, I don’t know. I zoned out for a third of the porn-fest the Heathers had in my room that fateful day, and I’m sincerely regretting it. Todd isn’t doing anything to set my pussy on fire, and his equipment is so unimpressive compared to what I’ve seen lately that I wonder if I’ll even feel it when he sticks it in. If he can figure out where to stick it in, because currently he’s rubbing my taint like he’s trying to erase a stubborn test bubble.
DD, you can do this. You’re both inexperienced, and it won’t be like this every time. Once you learn one another’s bodies, you’ll click, and you’ll mate, and it will be perfect again. Don’t hold Todd to unreasonable body standards; that’s not your style.
If I keep saying it, maybe it’ll be true.
“I want you,” I lie, brushing my fingers over him lightly. That does the trick because he shudders and gives me a little push to show that I should lie on the ground. I bite my tongue as the thought of my ass on the ground is even less pleasant than most of my discoveries this evening.
When I hesitate, he rolls his eyes, and I swear he mutters something under his breath as he jogs off to grab his discarded suit jacket. I’m not going to lie—even hard, his tiny dick looks like one of those bobbing pool buoys as he runs. I’m not sure there’s anything less sexy than every move he’s made so far, but I’m not eager to find out.
Throwing the coat on the ground, he gives me another grin, though this time, there’s a tinge of victory in his eyes that feels out of place. I drop to the ground, laying on my back, and he immediately sinks down to cover me. My thighs spread, and he settles between them—I think. It looks like that’s what he’s doing, at least. Todd glances up, his hand reaching over me to the flap of his jacket to pull a foil packet out.
“Gotta be safe, right? I don’t want any whiny little brats keeping us from partying like rock stars when we own this place,” he crows, wiggling his hips as he rolls the condom on.
I could tell him that Lucille made me get a birth control implant when I was twelve because I was ‘so chubby and homely’ that I’d probably let anyone stick it to me so I’d be more popular. I cried all the way to the doctor’s office, in the office, during the procedure, and for days afterward. It’s bad enough knowing you have no control over your life, but combining it with callous insults designed to cause insecurity makes it so much worse.
“Um… yes,” I murmur. “We can’t have that.” I don’t know why I just decided not to let him hop on bareback. It’s not like I’m saving that experience for anyone, but it feels wrong and I’m tired of doing things that feel wrong simply because I’m supposed to.
A grunt and thrust later, Todd is inside of me, pumping his hips like he’s trying to drive me into the ground. I hold on to his shoulders tightly as my body rebels against the dry prodding, and I wait for him to find the spot that will take my virginity and force my animal to emerge. It takes some creative maneuvering, but I finally tilt my hips just so, and the barrier rips. With a cry of pain, I clutch at him as he continues rutting for a few more moments, sweat dripping off his face onto mine.
The internet wasn’t kidding when it said two virgins having sex is more like playing putt-putt than porn.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he asks, his voice trying to achieve a growl but failing.
“N-no,” I say, biting my lower lip and closing my eyes to keep the humor in them from offending him. I think I’ve had exams that were more invasive than his dick, but I sure as fuck can’t tell him that. “Just like that, babe. Oh, I’m close.”
Lies—all lies. I’m no closer than I was in the ballroom full of puke, but I need this to be over. I need my animal to emerge, and our mating to be solidified. Then I can figure out how I’m going to teach him what to do with a woman’s body, even if I have to draw a damn diagram in crayon.
He breathes heavily at my words, and his hips jerk, his pained shudder letting me know something is finally happening. I let out a few breathy moans to ensure he believes I’ve climaxed, and he finally pulls out. His eyes find mine and he flashes a proud smirk as he rolls off and onto the grass beside me.
“And now, babe, we wait.”
I look up into the moonlit sky and wing another prayer to Aphrodite, hoping that I emerge a bad ass pred who can finally take care of herself.