by Eva Harper
I told Rush to leave so I could change my undergarments, to which he smirked, sat down on the ottoman, crossed his legs, and rested his chin on his fist. I asked again, adding a sarcastic ‘please’ to my demand. He relaxed in his seat and smiled.
Playfulness spiked in me, he expected me to become uncomfortable and leave, he had done this before. I saw his eyes stare at me daringly, teasingly, like he was enjoying me squirm.
My shoulder arched back as my hands reached behind me, unhooked my bra, and tossed in on the ground. I slid the panties down my legs, stepped out of them and stood back up. My bare body was on display, and although Rush’s eyes darkened, I suddenly became aware of how small my breasts were, how thin I was, and how small my butt was.
I stood my ground, gulping down the anxiety, and tilting my chin up higher. Rush rose from his seat like a predator, slinking across the room to me. I stumbled back, nearly tripping over my panties, but Rush grabbed my waist. His hands stayed on my back and stomach as he looked over my body.
My cheeks were a flaming red, hiding my eyes under my thick eyelashes. He tilted my head up with his finger and bent his head, kissing my lips softly, reassuringly. The kiss wasn’t hurried, it was slow, purposeful.
He was telling me he loved me with his body.
Amplified
As he released me from the kiss, he whispered, “You are so fucking gorgeous.” My lip hitched in a crooked smile. “I’ve never seen anything as perfect as you.”
“Rush,” I breathed.
He groaned, eyes closing. “Say my name again.”
“Rush.” I smirked, a teasing tone unraveling on my tongue. He let out a guttural noise and pushed me up against a set of floor to ceiling cabinets in the closet. My body was pressing against the cabinets and Rush’s body, my feet dangling, trying to touch the ground.
His lips hungrily devoured my neck and jaw, occasionally kissing the bottom of my ear. My legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders.
His hand gripped my skin, closer and closer to my exposed areas, lingering just above or below where I knew he wanted to touch. He kissed my lips again, tongue dragging across my lower lip.
I suddenly become aware of how he was dressed as I moved against him, knowing it wouldn’t be safe for his fabric the more he aroused me. I pushed his shoulders back, and his lips latched onto my collarbone.
“Rush,” I stuttered, closing my eyes as his teeth nipped my skin. “We’re going to be late, and I’m going to ruin your clothes.”
“I don’t mind.” His voice vibrated against me as he talked.
“Well then, at least take off your clothes, so you don’t ruin them,” I teased. Immediately, he was holding me to him as he walked over to the bed. He laid me down slowly, taking his time to kiss down my body as he stood; once on my lips, collarbone, one between my breasts, near my belly button, my thigh, and then he stood fully.
He sauntered to the door, checked the lock, and strolled back to me. I lifted my hand and bit my fingertip, trying not to smile as widely as I was. He kicked his shoes off languidly in the middle of the floor. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, eyes never leaving my body, and let that fall to the floor as well.
His belt and pants were next, his boxers disappearing somewhere in the mix, and then he was bare in front of me as well. He crawled back to me, kissing my lips. His lower half brushed against me, and I jumped a little, startled. He pulled back and let his forehead touch mine.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, fingers drifting over my stomach that quaked at the ticklish feeling.
“Absolutely,” my voice wavered, hand reaching up to graze the stubble on his cheek. He kissed me, nose touching my cheek. Every movement was exaggerated, every touch amplified, electrocuting my skin.
The hand that was resting on my stomach dragged over my waist, tenderly pressing into my hip, his fingertips resting on the outer curve of my butt. I lifted my leg, my knee resting over his leg, aching to have more of him against me.
The mark on my neck throbbed, angry that we were taking this slower than I wanted. I wanted his hands on all the places he was hesitant to touch. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted more of him.
He was taking his time, remembering every dip and curve of my body with his fingers. I pressed my lips more firmly against his and grabbed his shoulders, pulling my body practically on top of him, hoping that he would see how much I wanted this.
I groaned as his finger trailed up my arm, across the top curve of my breast, down the valley between both, and then down to my stomach again. He was making a game of it, teasing me, and he could tell how flustered I was getting.
His breath was short, laughing silently at my frustrated groan. I was growing tired of this, desiring more than he was giving me. My hand trailed down his shoulder, over the muscles rippling under his stomach, and touched him where I knew he couldn’t ignore me any longer.
His breath hitched, and he paused his movements. I held him tighter in my hand and stroked him. He groaned and shoved me back on the bed, roughly grabbing my waist. I continued to stroke and play, loving the feeling of his defenses weakening.
I crawled down and took him into my mouth, tasting, teasing. He groaned loudly, and I wanted to reach up and cover his mouth so no one could hear him. His hand gripped my hair, and I knew he was trying to control himself. He wanted to dominate my actions. My tongue swirled around inside my mouth, and he jerked. I whined as he pulled too harshly on my hair, and he immediately let go, grabbing the covers instead.
I felt him swell in my hand, and he quickly pulled me away, taking my face in both his hands.
“You little devil,” he murmured, as his head dipped and his lips sucked my nipple into his mouth. He suckled on it, and I arched my back, loving the feeling. He did the same to the other one, his hand pulling my leg around his waist again.
I loved the feeling of his lips and tongue and hands on my body like they belonged attached to me. His lips left my breast and kissing their way down my stomach. He stopped above my core, closing his eyes and breathing in my scent deeply, before moaning.
I grunted, a strange sound from my lips as he kissed the small strip of hair that existed like a roadmap to my most intimate areas. His tongue snuck out and touched the small bud, and my thighs clenched around his head. He nursed the area, sucking every bit he could into his greedy mouth.
I was bucking my hips as his finger traced my entrance, pushing in slightly. I barely felt the ache, utterly enamored with whatever Rush was doing with his tongue. My arms lifted to my hair, pulling it off my shoulders, pulling on it to give me some sort of relief.
As Rush’s second fingered entered me, I grabbed onto his hair instead, yanking roughly on it, earning a glare. He sucked harder, and I let his hair go, nearly forgetting who he was to me, almost forgetting how to speak.
His eyes remained on mine as my body began quivering, close to the release that I earnestly longed for. I pressed myself harder onto Rush’s face, wriggling under his assault. Finally, his fingers curled inside me, and I shattered on him.
He stroked my hip as my back settled against the bed again. I gripped the hand on my right, clutching onto him. He climbed up and kissed my lips, our bond throbbing painfully against my neck, I knew he could feel it. We continued to kiss, neither of us instigating our final act, neither of us wanting that to be our last step.
He smiled against my mouth, nipping my top lip, pulling apart. “Are you sure about this?”
“Are you?” I hated how insecure I sounded, and I hadn’t meant for it to come out that way, but Rush’s boyish smile stopped me.
“I love you.” He shook his head slightly, disbelieving. “I love you so much, you’re so perfect. I’m sure about this.”
“Me too,” I agreed weakly, my heart swelling at his sweet words.
He stroked the side of my face; his other hand caressed my breast. His hot breath on my neck warmed me, and I opened my legs on instinct.
He positioned himself abo
ve me, and in one smooth motion, he connected the two of us as one. He grunted, groaned above me, and held still, allowing me time to adjust. I moaned at the feeling, our bond sending pleasurable sparks down my body.
He continued the motion, and I lifted my hips to meet his movements. Hands gripped my waist, my back, my breasts, my hair, any part of me he could touch. He crawled behind me, and I lifted my leg, fingers shaking in absence.
He filled me again, and I called his name wantonly. He moaned into the back of my neck, placing a kiss there, and grabbing my hip for control. My leg quaked, and he leaned forward, kissing it as he chuckled at the effect he had on me. I bit his thumb gently as it stroked my cheek.
I began panting his name, needing him to give me the release that he had built up. I didn’t know how long I begged him for it, it seemed like seconds and hours all at once. His thumb grazed down and found the small bud again, and on his next thrust, I was falling; out of bed, off this planet, I didn’t know where I was, I just kept saying his name.
I didn’t notice him finish while I was coming down from my high, but he stayed curled behind me for minutes after.
“That was,” he panted, wiping his forehead.
“Brilliant?” I voiced, smiling teasingly to the side so he could see.
He kissed the cheek that was presented to him. “Yes, it was perfect.” He scooted off the bed, and as the cold air hit my once warm back, I pouted. He emerged from the bathroom a moment later with a warm towel and began to clean my skin. I moaned at his touch, still so sensitive. He chuckled and kissed my lips. “I can’t wait to have kids with you.”
He left the room to go to the bathroom again, and I remained frozen, eyes comically wide, and struck on the ceiling. I wasn’t ready for that, and I thanked the moon my heat hadn’t appeared yet. Rush’s head peaked out from the doorway and motioned for me to follow him. I paused and then scurried across the floor, jumping onto him.
“I hope you didn’t think we were finished.” He smirked into my neck, biting his mark. I giggled loudly, and he swung me around, pressing me into a warm shower, and starting all over again.
Fighting or Healing
The drive to Duncan Trissur’s territory took hours, around six of them to be exact, and that was only because of Rush’s lead foot. I loved road trips and excitedly watched as the environment around us grew thicker and darker the further north we got. Rush told me about his other Alpha friends and their Beta’s. I could tell that he was excited to be around other Alphas; he missed his friends.
We arrived on the Luchador Pack lands in mid-afternoon, greeted by a flurry of other Alphas and Betas, eager to get Rush’s attention. He was attacked as soon as he opened the door, large men all grabbing him in hugs and slapping each other on the back, rubbing their fists roughly on his head as their elbows wrapped around his neck.
He laughed loudly and tried to shove them away with little force, secretly happy with the attention. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned my head away from the scene. My window had been rolled down and now a woman, pale with large, yellowish, hazel eyes, leaned her arms on the window’s edge.
“They’re like little boys,” she said, chuckling, her shoulder-length, rich, brown hair shook. She looked away from the men and me and moved away so that I could open the door. “They don’t get any better as they get older, it’s all a lie they tell us.”
I tried to fight a smile as I listened to her musings.
“I’m Cherry,” she told me, still squinting through the car windows.
“Sloane.”
Rush fought his way past the men and broke free, standing in front of me with a large huff.
“You okay there, killer?” I teased.
He smiled inwardly and came to greet Cherry. “It’s nice to see you again.” He hugged her, a short quick motion. I bit my lip and ignored him as he looked at me knowingly.
“You too, you big lug.” She patted his shoulder. “Come on, I’m sure Duncan and Francis are dying to get things started now that you’re here-and late, I might add!”
Rush shot me a humorous look, and I blushed, pulling my lips into my mouth. He slung his arm over my shoulder, and we walked into the rustic packhouse, slightly smaller than ours but just as beautiful.
A man ran up behind us and slapped Rush on the back of the head playfully. Rush flinched and let go of his grip on my shoulders.
“Oh, now ‘big man’ is ready to get going!” The man called to him, jogging away slightly. “Too bad you weren’t here on time. I’m sure this pretty little thing had something to do with it.”
Rush chuckled loudly and reached for the man who dodged him skillfully. “Duncan, this is my mate, Sloane. Sloane, this idiot is Duncan Trissur.”
Duncan stopped in front of him and bowed at the waist, holding his hand out towards me. I placed my hand on his, and he kissed the back, smirking up at Rush, who was glaring at him.
“It’s a pleasure,” Duncan purred.
“Get your hands off my mate, Duncan,” Rush said condescendingly, but without fear. Duncan let my hand fall to my side and stepped to walk on the other side of me.
“What, afraid she might like me better?” I could hear the mocking tone in his voice, and I snickered, happy that someone else liked to pick on Rush as much as I did.
“Not a chance,” Rush bit back. Duncan and Rush carried on talking over my head. I ducked out from under them and walked towards Cherry, who was standing near two other women. She smiled big and waved me over when she saw me.
“Did you finally get tired of the terrible two? I swear they’re inseparable, it’s a shame they’re both Alphas and can’t be in the same pack, or God knows what would happen.” Cherry ran a hand through her hair, exhausted at the possibility. “Sloane, this is Valentina and Dominica, Luna’s of the Mordidta Pack.”
The women turned to me; identical blue eyes, pale pink lips, and brown hair confronted me. They smiled in synchronization and bowed their heads in greeting. I did the same and lifted my head to marvel at their harmonization, every hair on their head pinned the same, every freckle of their skin matching the other.
“It’s strange to see wolf twins, I know,” Valentina giggled.
“We’re quite the gossip of the town.” Dominica rolled her eyes, still smiling.
“Don’t be rude,” Valentina whispered. “It’s not something you see every day, especially because we share a mate.”
“You share a mate?” I asked, bewildered.
The twins laughed and pointed to a tall, dark-haired man.
“Thatcher!” Dominica screamed suddenly. The man jumped and looked over at us, Valentina waving her arms. He touched his friend's shoulder and wandered over to us. “Come meet our new friend.”
“Oh no.” He smiled. “Another friend? Don’t you girls already know everyone in the werewolf community?”
“Not Sloane; she’s Alpha Weston’s mate. This is her first gathering as a Luna,” Dominica said smartly. Thatcher chuckled and grabbed my arm, welcoming me. “She’s fascinated by our mating.”
“Isn’t everyone?” Thatcher laughed. Valentina and Dominica leaned into his sides, relishing in his warmth as his arms wrapped around their waists. “It’s lovely to meet you, Sloane.”
“You as well.” I smiled back. Rush’s arms circled my waist and spun me the other way before he began walking. “I guess I’ll see you later!”
The girls and Thatcher laughed as Rush carried me away, swinging me from side to side. Duncan walked beside him, still discussing things from when they were boys.
“The gathering is about to officially start,” Duncan declared, calling to all the wolves to meet at the back of the house. There was a large open field where a few tables were set up. I stood next to Rush, watching the Alphas, Lunas, Betas, and Warriors filtered through. People of all shapes, sizes, races, and ages stood in a circle around Duncan, waiting to hear his opening speech.
“Welcome,” Duncan called loudly, spreading his arms in a show of goodwill. �
��As you probably all know, I’m not one with words, and instead of me standing here giving you all a grand speech, I figured I would keep this brief. This threat of human hunters is affecting us all, and if we don’t put a stop to it, our race may cease to exist. These humans don’t know what we’re capable of, they don’t understand us, and they don’t know us. They think we will just die out and leave them this planet for them, but they couldn’t be more wrong. We will put an end to this, we will end this war, and we will come out on top even if it means we’re the only race left.”
A low murmur of agreement settled amongst the Warriors and pack officials, testosterone, and adrenaline pumping through the air like a gust of wind.
“Are we just going to kill them all?”
Everyone looked around, and their eyes settled on me, although I was confused about why. Rush’s hand squeezed my hip, not harshly, but enough to call attention that I was the one who had spoken up. My eyes went wide. I had a habit of saying things I was thinking of without knowing it, and I cursed myself for letting it happen then.
“Luna,” Duncan smiled, walking slightly towards us. “Our packs are at risk. We need to do whatever it takes to keep them safe.”
I nodded and lowered my head, embarrassed that my quick tongue had once again gotten me in trouble. Duncan was smiling still, allowing the ambiguity of the situation to disappear.
“We’re going to do everything we can to make this go smoothly,” Rush promised in my ear. “Now, you little spitfire, will you just listen and relax?”
“Probably not,” I said honestly.
He chuckled. “Thought as much.”
We dispersed into different groups; Warriors, Betas, Alphas, and Lunas, all set in our task of protecting our packs. The women gathered in the foyer of Duncan’s packhouse under the exposed wooden beams and nearly steel walls.
Cherry linked her arm with mine and pulled me towards the twins and a few other women. They welcomed me wholeheartedly, and once all the Lunas had arrived, we moved out into the front of the house for more room.