Chapter 6 #2
I stood gaping at the stag’s lifeless body as Josh approached me.
The kill had been quick, precise, and clean.
He nuzzled my neck again and gave me a gentle push toward the deer.
I stumbled forward, still somewhat in shock from what I’d witnessed.
He waited until I lowered my head to the white underbelly, then lowered his to join me, and we broke the tender skin together.
Josh
I stood on shaking legs and glanced over at where Elijah had recently finished his change. While I’d technically gone first, it also took me longer to regain my bearings. I rolled my shoulders to dispel the lingering pain and took a hesitant step.
“Does it always hurt that much?” I asked, not expecting much of an answer. I definitely had more respect for what werewolves went through. Seeing it was one thing; experiencing it was another.
“It gets better with time.” Elijah bent down, presumably to gather his clothes.
My mouth instantly watered at the spectacular sight.
Elijah was all smooth ridges with the definition most supernaturals seemed to have.
That, on top of his gorgeous tawny skin and broad shoulders, made him a delectable treat that I’d happily eat up.
Not to mention, the man had an incredible ass, the kind that made you wanna howl, wolf or not.
Come to think of it, why didn’t we howl?
I shook my head to shake loose the desire to do exactly that and took another step closer to Elijah. “Liar.”
He straightened, his clothes temporarily forgotten, and offered me a crooked grin. “Okay, you just get better at going with it.”
“Like hell you do.”
Elijah’s smile slipped as his gaze fastened on my chest.
I finished closing the distance between us. “Eyes up here, buddy.”
Instead of lifting his head to meet my gaze, he lifted a tentative hand and brushed his fingertips over the starburst scar. I hissed in a breath, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I quickly explained. “I just… wow.” There were no words to express how incredible it felt to have his hands on me.
Elijah’s fingers returned miraculously without hesitation to trail gently over the scar that almost perfectly mirrored where my heart was, and I moaned at the renewed contact.
The quiet of the forest wrapped around us as Elijah’s intimate touch ventured onto my other scars.
He flattened his hand, caressing as he glided it along my sensitive skin.
“Why does it feel like that?” I gasped, momentarily overwhelmed.
“New skin.” His whisper coasted over my fevered flesh while his hand continued its journey.
My heart beat erratically beneath his palm, and I panted through the borderline debilitating contact.
He’d scarcely touched me for a few seconds and I already felt ready to fall apart.
I placed my hand on his chest to ground myself, threading my fingers through the light dusting of soft gray hair.
He shuddered at the touch and gave the softest moan.
My breath caught at his visceral reaction. “So, no part of me has felt your touch?”
Elijah swallowed hard and shook his head, his hand having finally made it to my collarbone in its agonizingly slow venture.
“You should do something about that.”
His gaze snapped up at the same time his fingers slid around to caress the back of my neck. My heart stilled. The combined scent of our desire, along with the heat burning in his cognac eyes, had my legs ready to buckle. I reflexively tightened my fingers in his chest hair.
Then his mouth was on mine.
The forest fell away. His moan echoed mine as I parted my lips and his tongue slipped past. Still, it wasn’t enough. I slid my hand up his chest to cradle his head just as he cradled mine and urged him deeper. His teeth grazed my lip, and my world turned to pure moonlight.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?” I leaned forward to taste his lips again.
He groaned in response, but stubbornly pulled away again. “Because you still have to see Dr. Lyons.”
“And I will.” I eliminated the minimal distance still separating our bodies and pressed against him.
His breath hitched, and another groan slipped out, this one edged with a growl.
I laced my fingers in his hair and shifted my focus to nibble along his jaw, then sucked on his neck.
“Josh.” His free hand settled on my waist.
I rubbed against him and the unmistakable evidence that he wanted this every bit as much as I did. “What?”
“The moon is still out.”
I caught his earlobe between my teeth. “Pretty sure that’s the point.
” I wrapped my free hand around his length and squeezed.
His fingers scraped my lower back, and he let out a hiss.
I sought his mouth again, greedy for more.
He pulled me tight to him, and I gave up my hold on his length to wrap both my arms around his neck and keep him as close as possible.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he persisted.
“Less talking, more touching.” I followed the command with an even deeper kiss and arched into him. His growl as he conquered my mouth addled whatever was left of my senses. “I need you,” I whispered breathily.
He abandoned his delicate hold on my neck and gripped my sides, then promptly lifted me.
I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my legs around him.
His resulting groan vibrated through my core, obliterating every thought that wasn’t him.
His fingers dug into my ass hard enough to bruise as pushed me against the nearest tree.
I was so consumed with the man before me the rough bark didn’t even register.
Every fiber of my being cried out for him, desperate in a way that should have terrified me.
Except it didn’t, not in the least. I tangled my fingers in Elijah’s hair and squirmed in his hold, needing so much more.
He pressed me harder against the tree, wedging me in place so he could free one hand.
He brought it to his mouth, presumably to spit in it, but before he could, I grabbed his hand and sucked his middle and ring fingers into my mouth.
The smell of Elijah’s desire spiked, making me dizzy.
Once his fingers were good and wet, he held my gaze as he slowly thrust them in and out of my mouth before finally removing them.
He slashed his mouth over mine at the same time his now slick fingers tapped at my entrance.
I moaned into him with wanton abandon as he slowly pressed them inside.
He’d scarcely begun stretching me when I couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Now,” I panted. “I need you now.”
Where I expected him to argue about not wanting to hurt me, he removed his fingers, leaving my hole to clench empty air.
He hitched me higher, and this time when he went to spit in his hand, I didn’t stop him.
It took all my focus not to rut against his abdomen so he could slick his cock and guide it to my hole.
But whether it was the moon, Mein Zeke, or because it had been so damn long, my usual patience was conspicuously absent.
I bore down on his fat cock as he slid into me with a possessive growl.
There was a sharp sting of pain that vanished almost the second it registered as he pushed past both tight rings of muscle and buried his full length.
I groaned at the deep connection and tangled my tongue with his.
I’d never known just how empty I’d been before Elijah, and now I couldn’t ever imagine going back to that again.
I dug the heels of my feet into his lower back as he separated from the intense kiss to breathe heavily into the hollow of my neck.
When I didn’t think I could take a second more, he slowly slid out then slammed back home.
Electricity raced along every nerve, and a sense of rightness ignited in my soul.
I groaned deeply as I bucked into him, desperate for more, desperate for everything.
We’d had impressive sex before I’d turned, but nothing compared to this. The multitude of sensations threatened to drown me. The moonlight coursing through my veins burned brighter. I held on tighter to the only thing I could—Elijah.
“I love you.” The words seemed to have a life of their own as they found their way out between panted breaths. His mouth closed back over mine, completing the connection I’d craved for weeks, needed on an inhuman level. Time, the forest, even the moonlight vanished as he owned me body and soul.
Elijah
Josh stumbled on weak legs towards his abandoned clothes. That he was so unsteady only added to my guilt, not to mention that he was undoubtedly still high as a fucking kite on moonlight.
What the hell was I thinking?
The obvious answer was that I hadn’t been.
I’d been so desperate to be with him again, and he’d done so well.
There’d even been a few shining moments where he’d been my Josh again.
I hadn’t thought at all, and that rankled.
I snatched my pants from the ground, furious with myself and my utter lack of control in all things Josh.
“Seven hells.”
I spun around at the sudden exclamation, my forgotten pants falling from numb fingers. “What? What is it? Are you okay?” Panic threatened to strangle me. We’d almost made it.
Josh slowly turned around, his gaze focused on where his hand rested over his heart. “What? No, I’m not injured.” He massaged his pectoral. “Is it always like this?”
My brow furrowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Awe filled his green eyes as he lifted his head. He quickly closed the space between us, somehow steadier than he’d been moments before.
“Josh, what’s going on? Are you sure you’re okay? What are you talking about?”
He reached out a shaking hand, his fingertips hovering over my heart a moment before settling. “Is this what you’ve always felt? It’s… beautiful.”
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”