“How did you know that?” she asked in disbelief.
“Recite them again tonight, my dear.” Greta nodded, once again pointing to the book. “Then you may go out under the full moon to your mate.”
To her mate? She stared at the two older women. What they were saying was nonsense. This was nothing more than old superstition.
But what harm could there be? She looked down at the book.
On the night of Hollow’s Eve…
While your soul dances to be free…
Your life mate will come to thee…
With the full moon rising.
She spoke the words out loud, her skin suddenly tingling.
“Now go.” Greta waved toward her back door. “Enjoy the full moon. Dance. He will come to you. You’ll see.”
Beth decided there was no harm in enjoying the evening. The sky was clear, thousands of stars shining while the moon climbed high, the perfect round orb radiating its brightness across the sky.
She left her mother and the healer behind, walking down the street, the night air cool against her skin. Even though, a fever seemed to run through her, the poem still in her mind, the words creating a rhythm while she walked. After a minute she realized she headed toward the field where Ethan had found her the other night.
Would he be there again tonight? She had spent the day in her office, and then running errands with her mother. More than likely he was busy with pack business. Whatever he was doing, he hadn’t contacted her.
Tonight there were cars parked in the parking lot, many of the businesses still open. She strolled around them, glancing toward the shops, not sure of which direction she should head, or what she should do.
She turned her head at the sound of a motorcycle rumbling. Ethan coasted toward her, his dark features adding to his sex appeal while his long legs straddled the huge bike. He didn’t speak when he pulled up alongside her, staring at her, his expression masked. Without speaking, she reached for him, and he held her while she climbed on behind him. It felt so good to crush herself against the heat of his body while he accelerated, pulling out of the parking lot on to the main road.
Beth wondered why he headed out of town but decided not to question him. The country sky was so beautiful, stars full and bright while the moon seemed to grow in size, its brightness glowing across the sky.
Ethan pulled off the road, parking at a rest area. He shut the bike down but didn’t climb off. She sensed his energy, anxious and overflowing. The night had him weirded out, too. She doubted it was because of some stupid childhood poem though.
Whatever the reason, she enjoyed feeling the strong muscles of his legs pressing against her inner thighs, his firm ass brushing against her crotch. She sat behind him, resting her cheek against his back, the smell of leather consuming her. Holding onto him still, she could feel his breathing. Her hands were clasped at his waist and after a minute he put his hand over hers, his warm flesh caressing her.
She wasn’t sure how long they sat like that, in silence, being one with the night, before he moved, implying they should climb off. Her legs had been stretched over the bike for so long she took a minute to stand without feeling wobbly.
“Why were you out walking by yourself?” he asked her, his hand moving to her cheek.
“I’ve taken care of myself for many years, mister.” She noted the concern in his expression but ignored it. He wasn’t going to keep her from taking a night stroll if she felt like it. “I can still take care of myself.”
His fingers slid through her hair. “Is that what you want?”
The poem chanted without permission through her head. Your life mate will come to thee…
“What do you mean?” Suddenly she felt nervous. Looking up into his dark expression, she licked her lips, her stomach tying into knots while she stared at him.
“Do you want to be alone for the rest of your life?”
“I…” She hesitated. Her heart suddenly raced inside her chest, her breath coming faster.
Ethan leaned forward, brushing her lips with his. “Why did you go out tonight on the night of Hollow’s Eve?”
“Why did you say that?” Panic brushed through her. He had just quoted part of the poem. But she was being foolish.
“I think you know what I mean.” He kissed her again, his lips hot and moist. She leaned into him, running her hands up his chest, drawing from his strength.
“You said, ‘On the night of Hollow’s Eve’.” She didn’t open her eyes, and kept her face raised to his, her lips still tingling from his kiss. “Do you know what that is from?”
“Are you referring to the poem? Or the night when we were teenagers?”
Now she did open her eyes. His face was right there. Those blue eyes more intense than she’d ever seen them. His black hair shone under the moonlight, falling around his face while he held her in his arms.
“I didn’t think you would remember that.” There was no way he could have known how humiliated she had felt that night. She had no clue why it had stuck in his memory.
“No bitch had ever turned me down before you, or since. You marked me as yours back, then; I just didn’t realize it at the time.” He attempted an impish grin, but the seriousness in his eyes held her captive. “And so I was wondering if you were going to turn me down again?”
“Turn you down? Again?” She felt like the foolish teenager all over again, stuttering over her own words.
“Yes. You remember the poem.”
“Yes.” It chanted itself repeatedly in her head. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t get the words to leave her alone.
On the night of Hollow’s Eve…
While your soul dances to be free…
Your life mate will come to thee…
With the full moon rising.
“You are my life mate, Beth.” He didn’t ask her. That shouldn’t have surprised her. He stated it simply, like it was common knowledge. But his heart pounded in his chest, she could feel it beating against her hands, matching the same rapid pulse of her own heart.
“Yes. I think I am.” She watched the side of his mouth twitch, possibly a smile threatening to appear. “And you, Ethan, are mine.”
She barely had the words out when he picked her up, crushing her to him while he devoured her mouth. Her heart swelled, while she almost laughed into his mouth. Relief washed over her and she realized the words to the poem had quit chanting in her head.
“I want to fuck you, right here, right now.” He lowered her onto his bike, so she sat sideways, his legs between hers.
She leaned back, grabbing a hold of the bike to brace herself while he reached for her pants, tugging on them until he had them off of her.
“What if someone comes along?” she asked, a giddy rush of excitement soaring through her. She couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness to get them both undressed.
“Then I will tell them it’s a werewolf tradition to fuck your mate with the full moon rising.” He looked serious.
And she realized he was. They were mating. His fucking her this time would join them for life. That thought alone had her soaked. She reached for his cock, taking the hard as steel shaft in her hands and stroking the velvety flesh that covered his hard cock.
He bent over her, holding her in place while he pressed his cock against her pussy. The large bike barely moved when he drove into her, offering a nice seat for her to spread her legs, feel him penetrate her, the smell of leather and lust filling the air around them.
Pressure filled her instantly. Wave after wave of passion drowning her while she exploded, feeling the hardness of his cock stroke her inner pussy walls while he fucked her hard and fast.
“No werewolf has ever come inside me before.” She had to let him know how special this moment actually was to her.
He came quickly this time, his cock pulsating inside her while his hot cream filled her pussy. She smiled, a rush of excitement filling her when he smiled back.
“You saved yourself for me.”
The gleam of satisfaction in his eyes sent a rush of aftershocks through her, her pussy quivering while she came some more.
And maybe she had. Ever since that night she had walked away from him, shoved him out of her life, no other werewolf had come close to meeting her standards. Only her fantasy man, who in actuality had never been a fantasy, could give her what she wanted. Ethan Masterson. He had been hers all along.
“You know, I think there is a full moon every month.” She grabbed onto his leather jacket, pulling him toward her.
He resisted, instead grabbing her, and straightened while he lifted her into his arms, his cock still buried deep inside her.
“I believe you are right, counselor. And if you don’t behave, I might bring you out here with every full moon and fuck you silly.”
Beth laughed. “Sounds like a damned good reason to misbehave.”
Ethan growled, and she knew there was no mistake. The poem had worked. She had found her life mate.
About the author:
All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.
The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.
Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.
Lorie welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
Also available Lorie O’Clare:
Lunewulf 1: Pack Law
Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood
Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams
Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature
Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul
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