Dark Moon (Illumination Book 1)

by Paige Taylor

  “Because I lost them, I was determined to never let lack of training be problem against an enemy, I trained every week in two different martial arts trying to get my black belt.” A smile forms on my lips at the memory of my black belt ceremony.

  “That’s amazing, Angel, you are amazing, ” he whispers gently, cupping my face and bringing his head close to mine, his forehead resting on top of mine.

  “I want to take you out tonight, okay? I can’t tell you what it is, but we can go straight from your afternoon class to this event, so make sure you pack some clothes,” Zane says, pulling his head back from me before I could get my lips near his, his lip ring just touching my face.

  “Goddamn tease. Fine, we can do that, what do I wear?” I ask curiously, my eyes skimming up and down the built torso of my newest Mate. He really does have the body of a body builder, every muscle so defined, and strong. He has the most beautiful depiction of a phoenix stretching from shoulder to shoulder. I stretch out my hand to trace over the colourful artwork, feeling his body shiver under my fingertips, goosebumps raising up across his chest.

  “A dress, not like a fancy dress, but just a nice dress,” he explains with a blush once again staining his cheeks. I raise my hand up to his face, rubbing my thumb across the colouring.

  “That has to be one of my favourite things about you so far. You look like a tough guy, but you blush for me, I like it,” I state, smiling broadly when his stoic features stretch into a breathtaking smile, his piercing moving across his lips.

  “I also cannot wait to feel this. Do you have any other piercings?” I ask, flicking my finger over his lip piercing.

  “I have six piercings, a few of which you can see on my face,” he replies, chuckling under his breath before standing up and reaching a hand down for me.

  “Ooo, this is going to be fun!” I giggle, so many games I can play to find the rest of those piercings, the possibilities running through my head.

  “Let’s go have some fun, wolf style,” Zane says as he pulls me up from the ground and drags me towards the forest.

  It was so good to be back on a bike, feeling the world zoom past, wind breaking across your face. My poor baby, Hera, must be feeling so neglected. With the crazy rollercoaster that is now my life, I haven’t ridden her in a while. I must admit sitting behind Zane on his Harley, surrounded by his addictive scent of fresh-cut wood and flowers, is one of the best bike trips I’ve ever had. For the last thirty-minutes my legs have been wrapped firmly around him, my arms and hands roaming up and down his six pack and dipping down that sexy V of his hips.

  We pull up in front of the doors of the Dojo. I hop off the bike first so that Zane has the room to move his ginormous leg off the bike. He grasps my hand and walks towards the doors as I stare down at our intertwined fingers wondering how in the hell it’s possible I still haven’t been able to kiss this man! He is being a vagina tease of epic proportions!

  Walking into the gym I’m utterly shocked to see all my students lined up all ready to start.

  “Am I late, or am I just imagining things?” I ask the children in front of me, letting the smile take over my face. I receive a scattering of little laughs and giggles from almost every child. Luckily, I had already dressed in my gym gear, I throw my bag to the side and have the children running their laps in under a minute. I had asked Zane earlier if he would mind being part of a demonstration during this session. Saturdays were always the fun day where I tried to show the kids something fun or interesting, not just the regular routines of defence and attack.

  “Okay guys, I have a special treat for you today, my friend, over there by the wall, has agreed to do a little demonstration with me!” I say, clapping my hands to get the attention of the children whose eyes had wandered over to Zane.

  “He and I are going to fight, then you guys are going to pick two defensive manoeuvres that we are going to learn, today. One from me, and one from Zane. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Miss Ava,” the little voices cry out in excitement.

  “Well, you heard them, Z, get over here!” I yell towards my Mate. I see his emerald eyes sparking in excitement from here, his smile once again taking over his usual intense features.

  “Bring it on, Angel,” he whispers when he is standing in front of me. His feet moving into a fighting stance.

  “Oh, it’s on!” I laugh before lunging forward.

  “Jesus. Did you have to hit me so hard?” Zane huffs, rubbing his hand across his jaw for the hundredth time in a row. I push open the door to exit the dojo and get slammed in the face with fresh air for the first time in an hour, a lovely change from the crusty, old, sweat and blood smell of the Dojo.

  “Well, I couldn’t go easy on you! You’re built like fucking tank, I need to use every move in my arsenal. Hence the foot to the face,” I explain with a shrug. He really should have seen it coming, it’s not like it’s a little foot to miss. We trudge over to his bike and wait for him to unlock the compartments to get the helmets out.

  “Well, it still fucking hurt, Angel,” he grumbles, before putting on his helmet and swinging a leg onto his bike. I quickly swing my leg over, starting to get excited about where the hell we are going. I had a dress on just like he requested, which was going to make riding this bike fucking hard. My black, skater girl dress lands mid-thigh, tight around my waist and flaring out. I slide my arms into the leather jacket Zane is holding out for me, the damn man couldn’t have let me wear my pants underneath this dress, even just for the ride.

  I hook my legs around his, one hand bracing my weight on his shoulders, the other trying to pull my dress as far as possible underneath my ass so that it doesn’t fly up when we take off. I feel Zane’s hand slide up the outside of my leg, his fingers just touching the edges of my dress before tightening and pulling me even closer into the shield of his body. I lift my legs up onto the pegs as Zane backs the bike onto the road, and we speed off. I hide my body behind the muscle man between my legs, trying to minimise as much of my exposed skin as possible. Goddamn, that wind is cold. Thankfully we only drive for twenty minutes, before Zane pulls up across the road from a building I’ve seen many a time. The fact that he had planned this without me knowing, was equal points creepy and perfect.

  “Shut the fuck up! You did not buy me tickets to this band tonight!” I scream over the rumble of the engine. I quickly squeeze his torso, and throw myself off the bike, turning around to stare at the building. In big bold lettering was the name ‘Beyond New York’ one of the bands that I had been following for years. I grab hold of my helmet and yank it off my head before I start jumping on the spot like a spastic kangaroo. I feel hands grab my hips and spin me around pinning my feet to the floor, I throw my hands around the huge wolf that is my Mate and jump up so that my head is at his level. His guarded, beautiful green eyes stare into mine, his smile pulling his piercings upwards. I lean my head forward to kiss him, I just want my lips to finally touch his, but at the very last second, he slides my body back down to the ground, moving me further and further away from the one thing that I’ve wanted since I met him. I hang my head and let it rest against his muscled chest, just listening to his heartbeat to calm down my raging hormone.

  “Soon, Angel, very, very soon” he whispers as his hands slide up and down my back.

  “You’re being a tease, and you know it.” I laugh, far too excited about the band to get too frustrated at Zane’s hesitations.

  He grabs my hand and pulls me across the road towards the door where people are lining up to get in. I take a step to veer towards the back of the line, but Zane’s strong arm pulls me closer to him as he walks straight up the bouncer at the door. The large, bald man extends an arm and grasps Z’s forearm in a familiar manner. Almost immediately, we are waved into the club despite the angered groans and whines of the other people waiting in line.

  “How did you work that out?” I ask, genuinely curious as to how he got us in here without having to wait in the line.

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p; “I sometimes fill in as a bouncer here,” he explains shortly as his head rotates around the room. Zane guides us to a table just off to the side of the stage, but close enough that I can see everything. In what feels like minutes, the club fills up, and the thrum of guitars being plugged in rings throughout the room. The whole room vibrates with excited nerves, people shuffling towards the front of the stage trying to get the best view, and other people giving up their quest to find a drink because they don’t want to miss the start of the performance.

  “Wow, you’re big,” I breathe, only now realising just how much bigger Zane is in comparison to just about every single person in this room. He is at least a head taller and the most muscle-bound person in the room.

  “We’re wolves Ava, we don’t breed little,” he replies, chuckling to himself as if just the thought of wolves not being big is a joke. I laugh with him, but more at how cute he is when he laughs more than the words.

  I jump from my seat unable to sit still for a minute longer. Surprisingly, Zane stands with me. I expected him to just watch from his seat, but I’m all for that tank of yumminess coming to dance with me. We reach for each other’s hands at the same time, and I pull him right into the thick of the growing mosh pit. The five-man band swaggers onto the stage, each taking up their designated spot. With no introduction they kick off with my favourite song of theirs, the guitar and drums battling for dominance. I half turn to the man guarding my back, my grin eating up my face. This is, without a doubt, one of the most thoughtful dates I’ve ever been on my life.

  Zane’s hands thread into my hair, pulling my head up towards him, he gives me a few seconds to pull away before his mouth descends on mine. Thank fucking Christ! Every time I’ve been in the same room as this man, all I’ve thought about is his lips on mine. The world falls away at his soft mouth on mine, exploring the feeling of having us finally connected, his little light in me shining just a bit brighter. The piercing on his lip pressing into my skin as his tongue traces my lips, and his hands angle me further back. My mouth opens of its own accord, our tongues meeting in the middle in a tangle of tongues and lips. I jump a little at the surprise of the cold metal through the middle of his tongue. Fuck me, how did I not notice that tongue piercing before. Our lips turn hungry, moving harder against each other, my tongue flicking over the ball in his tongue, causing a groan to rip through his throat. All too soon he pulls back, the blaring of the song thundering through my ears once again, a playlist to our first kiss.

  “Definitely worth the wait,” Zane whispers in my ear before turning me around, his arms wrapping around my torso pulling me tight against him, swaying us with the beat.

  Halfway through the set, a very slow, seductive song comes on. Zane and I stop our fast dancing and jumping and move in closer together. Every accidental touch throughout the set is setting me on fire. Every time I feel his large hands close around one of my body parts, I moan in pleasure. I back myself into the shelter of Zane’s large frame, pressing my ass against his growing length. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one affected.

  I feel his hot breath fanning down my neck as one of his hands run down my arm and threads his fingers through mine. Zane’s lips kiss down my neck causing a shiver to slice down my spine. His hands begin roaming across my stomach, one hand dipping down my leg and slowly rising under my dress. I look around, finally catching onto what his wandering hands are trying to do.

  “Bub, there are people everywhere!” I whisper yell at him even though my legs spread as I say the words. I look around at the people surrounding us, waiting for them to look at us, but everyone is too engrossed in the band to pay much attention.

  Zane’s hand slip further up my dress, his fingers moving past my underwear and straight to my dripping slit. His index finger runs up and down, before finally settling on my clit and pressing down. I try to strangle a moan, but it comes out regardless. I dig my nails into his forearm, not knowing whether I want to push him away or pull him closer. His index finger slipping down my slit and pushing into me with no pause. I almost fall over at the feeling of Zane’s finger inside me, slowly pumping in and out of me. I press myself further into his chest, rubbing myself against Zane’s impressive length that’s being strangled in his jeans. God, I’m about to scream in ecstasy in a room full of humans, but right before I fall over that edge he slips his hands out of me and has us racing through a crowd of people towards the bathrooms.

  Zane locks us in the empty bathroom, my back thrown up against the wall and his mouth pressed onto mine before I can form a coherent thought. His kisses dominate my mouth, all the passion coming out in a clash of lips, tongues, and piercings. The sharp bite of the metal pressing into my skin causing almost as much pleasure as it does pain. Zane’s hands move to my shoulders and pull down the top of my dress, exposing my braless chest and pinning my arms to my sides. Zane pulls his head away to kiss across to my ear which he bites before licking down to the base of my neck. His tongue barbell is a few degrees colder than his wet tongue, the sensation sending my body quivering.

  “God, Yes! Zane, don’t stop touching me,” I cry, squirming under his firm grasp.

  “Never, Angel, never,” he pants before my nipples become the primary focus of his ministrations.

  His mouth closes in on my nipple, sucking it in tightly and flicking his piercing over the bud. With the little movement I have in my hands, I manage to get my fingers hooked around his jeans, undoing the button and running my hand along his length, exploring the full, huge cock of my Mate. I get to the head of his cock and stop, my head drawing up slowly in surprise.

  “You have a piercing in your dick,” I state with a combination of fear and excitement coursing through me.

  “Yes, I do. Got a problem?” Zane questions before he bends down to lick my neck again.

  “No, no problem at all.” Grinning, I pull his cock out of his jeans and run my hands up and down it harder than I had before causing Zane to groan.

  He shoves his pants down until every glorious inch of him is revealed, I can’t stop staring at the huge cock in front of me. Of course, he is huge there, too. I must have been starting just a little too long, contemplating all the deliciously dirty things he could do to me with that.

  “Ava, do you remember what I said about breeding?” He growls out, his breath coming faster. My head nods numbly.

  “What did I say, Ava?”

  “Wolves don’t breed little,” I whisper right before I’m pounced on.

  I’m spun around towards the bathroom sink to my left, Zane’s imposing figure standing behind me, staring at me in the mirror. I lift my head to meet his gaze, I move my hands to the hem of my dress and slowly move it upwards, until it’s at the small of my back exposing my black thong. Zane’s large hands palm my ass and grasp the sides of the thong and slowly moves it down towards the floor, before he holds himself against my squirming, lower body. I had totally forgotten the piercing till I jolted at the cold metal running up and down my warm centre. I don’t have much time to think upon it before he slides into me, the added height and shape of the piercing totally changing the feeling of him. I feel him sliding in and out of me at such a slow rate that my hips start pushing backwards, trying to fuck myself on his dick. Zane’s speed starts to gain, the metal of his jeans jangling with every thrust, I look up and stare at his face as I brace myself against the counter. His emerald eyes lock onto mine, as he leans his torso down and licks up from the middle of my spine to the back of my neck, the wetness only adding to the sensations of building euphoria. I take one hand off the counter to wrap it around his neck, causing his body to move in even closer, his cock burying deeper and deeper inside me, the pain only making the pleasure better. His large hand comes around to paw at my bouncing breast, his fingers closing around my nipple and squeezing, which only makes me squeeze tighter around him. The prince albert piercing presses up against places I didn’t even know I had, my cries getting louder with every movement. Zane’s getting faste
r and faster with every single thrust until we reach a punishing rate, our bodies slamming together, the sweat pouring off of both of us. His hands leave my breasts and one dips down to rub against my clit, the added touch making my body tighten and contract around him rhythmically.

  “Do you take me as your Mate?” he moans out, his hips continuing to pump into me.

  “Yes!” I scream as I feel his teeth break the skin, his mating mark completing the ring around my neck. The bite causing an orgasm to explode from me, my legs shaking to the point I feel like I’m going to collapse. Zane grunts as his hips slam against my ass, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room as he continues to pump faster into me.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum!” he roars before his rutting stops suddenly. His hands clamping down on my hips, as waves of pleasure rush through his body. The sound of our heavy breathing fill the room, seemingly louder than the muted music I can hear through the walls.

  For a few moments, we do nothing but stay connected and breath heavily, trying to regain whatever oxygen we just utilised. When he finally pulls out of me, I shiver again at the sensation of his piercing leaving me. Just as I’m straightening up, Zane bends down and wipes away the cum dripping down the side of my leg before pulling my G-string back up. Before he can stand, I hold his shoulders and walk around behind him.

  “Do you take me as your Mate, Zane?” I whisper into his ear, brushing my lips over the back of his neck in the same place he bit me.

  “Always, Ava,” he replies, his large torso rising with a deep breath. Before he can exhale, I quickly bite into the back of his neck and then release him.

  He stands, closing his hand around mine before striding through the bathroom door, not even bothering to acknowledge the people who had been waiting outside of the bathroom. With no small amount of restraint, we listen to every song in the set, rocking against each other to the rhythm. The entire night was exactly what I needed to get away from the responsibilities crushing us and just be young wolves for the first time since I was introduced to Marco.