Chapter 3 #3
Damon pulls me toward him, so I’m in the middle seat in the truck.
I lay my head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around my chest in a weird kind of hug.
“Moon, I am sorry someone has done this to you, but know that I will protect you. Don’t worry for a fucking second, because you’re mine and that will not change.
You will not be touched.” He pauses before he gives me a sly smile. “Unless it’s by me.”
I laugh out loud at that.
A bit later we arrive at our land, and he pulls the truck up to the front of the house.
When I get out, the woods are calling to me.
“Want to run together?” I suggest. My wolf is itching to be let out.
She wants to see her new land and meet her mate.
He smiles, stripping out of his clothes.
My eyes hungrily take in his abs, his muscled body.
I am excited; my wolf is thrilled beyond measure to get to experience this with her mate.
The first run is very important. We may have bonded as people, but our wolves want to spend time with each other.
I hurry and take off my clothes, barely able to take my eyes off Damon’s amazing body.
Muscles ripple under his skin as his body prepares for the change.
He is just beautiful. His body is what you imagine when you envision a perfect guy—and he is mine.
I wink at him and take off my bra, giving him a split-second glimpse of me before I change.
He laughs and changes with me, and our wolves stare at each other intensely.
I stalk closer, my head bent down slightly.
His head nudges mine, and we nuzzle each other.
My wolf howls happily, being united with her mate.
I bend down on my haunches, my tail waggling.
His tongue shoots out, licking the side of my face, and I nip the side of his neck.
I spin around and run toward the woods. He howls loudly, and I speed up.
The trees are flying past me. I duck under bushes and run through creeks, and he is right behind me, nipping at my heels.
He grabs my leg and stops me, and I tackle him.
He lies down on his side, and I lick his face before lying down beside him.
He lays his head over my neck, and I close my eyes and allow myself—my wolf—to fall asleep.
What I never expected was waking up naked, lying in Damon’s arms—and I feel something resting against the side of my leg.
Oh boy.
I guess we both totally forgot that when you fall asleep, you usually change back into your human form.
“Uh, Damon…” I start, not knowing what to say.
“Hmm?” he mumbles, his hand sliding from my waist to my breasts. My eyes widen, and Damon raises his head and stares at the hand lightly grazing my nipple. I feel my face warm, but I can’t contain my glee that he is not letting go.
“Damon?” I whisper. His hand is moving with the rapid rise and the fall of my chest. His thumb moves, stroking the tip, and fire shoots through my body. His head rises further, I tilt my head, and he kisses me fully on the lips. I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Let’s take this home,” he whispers against my lips, and he sits up. Then we shift back into our wolf form, and I follow him as he hurries home.
Let’s take this home? What we are going to do? I don’t think sex is on our radar just now, but I want to see all of him, touch all of him.
I follow at his heels and, a few minutes later, the house comes into view.
One of our packmates runs up the steps and opens the door for us, and we run straight upstairs.
We step inside his bedroom, and we shift back into our human form.
My eyes move down his delicious body, right to his dick, which is growing and hardening before me.
I lick my parched lips. He is studying me, taking in every bit of me.
“My Moon,” he growls, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in deeply, taking in my scent.
I smile softy, loving the sound of my nickname on his lips.
“Want to shower with me?” he asks. I hold his hand and take controlled breaths to relax.
He leads me to the shower and turns on the water.
The large stone shower is big enough to hold a couple of people.
Each side of the shower wall has a shower head.
I shut the shower door, and we step into the spray together.
It’s slightly cool. Goose bumps break out across my skin.
I don’t dare take my eyes off of him; I want to remember every single moment. He can’t take his eyes off me either.
He lets my hand go, and I watch intently as he gently rubs my forearm, warming me.
He is a sweetheart. Leaning my head back, I let the water rush over my hair and face.
Damon’s hands move from my forearm. My stomach clenches as he wraps them gently around my neck.
He presses his lips to mine. My eyes flutter closed, my fingers drifting along his arms to the back of his head.
When we finally break the kiss, our foreheads rest against each other, and we stare into each other’s eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he tells me, his voice deeper than usual.