Page 66 of In the Light of the Moon
On the way, I babbled, pleaded, “I understand, please. Please, oh fuck, please baby come in me, please.” I floated high above us, swept up in an orgasm that ended with my body already on its way to another. “Do it, please, baby, I want it,” I clutched one of his hands, squeezing to encourage him to stay, to keep going.
As if that was all he needed, Orion’s thrusts grew more erratic, and I felt a new pressure in me. It stretched me in away that was further than I thought possible, and I tightened my hand over his even more. My muscles clung around him, our movements shortening until he couldn’t move any more, and then he let loose a long, deep groan that was laced with a growl.
I followed him over the edge, stuffed fuller than I’d ever thought possible. It felt foreign, strange, but also right. To let him into me this way.
I giggled in surprise when Orion’s nose tickled my neck, sniffing along the curve of my throat. “I’m sorry… I should have explained more thoroughly before. I?—”
“Shh, baby. Let’s get more comfortable, I think you turned my body to jelly.”
Orion didn’t try to apologize anymore, and I heard the rustling of fabric before he carefully pulled us both onto our sides on the couch. Though he tried his best to keep our hips steady, his movements still jostled his dick inside me, causing involuntary whimpers from the waves of pleasure.
His arm pulled my back firmly into his chest, and our naked legs were tangled along the length of the cushions. I yawned, “How long are we… knotted? Is that what you called it?”
Orion shifted behind me, and I felt his eyes on the side of my face, though my eyes were closed. The ecstasy of having Orion finally finishing inside of me was settling to a humming bliss that I felt in my bones.
“You are taking all of this very well, Sylvie. Are you okay?”
I shrugged, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
He scoffed, “Because you’re currently trapped on my dick, and if the claws and fangs weren’t indication enough of my not being human,this,” he wiggled his hips a bit for emphasis, and I moaned, pressing back on him since it felt nice, “is—further evidence of that.”
“Mm. Well, I suspected for a while that you weren’t human. That you were a wolf shifter. So I had time to wrap my mindaround it. Though, it wasn’t hard. Maybe if I werejusthuman it’d be different, but,” I waved a hand in the air, “it’s who you are. And I love everything about you.”
He huffed and kissed me on my cheek. “Well. To answer your question, we’ll be able to move in about thirty minutes or so.”
I hummed and held his arm tighter around my middle. Now Orion’s commitment to pulling out made complete sense. When I’d skimmed over wolf mating habits in fear that Kara had startled a wolf pack and their newly born pups, the description of how wolves locked together during mating didn’t seem at all pleasant for both parties. But lying here with my own Wolf made me feel warm and goopy. Content.
“Is the rest of your family like you?” I found myself asking after some time of lying in silence. I still felt the knotted base of Orion’s cock in me and was relieved to have this for a little while longer.
His claws were still out, and he tapped his first two fingers in a steady rhythm on the crest of my hip. “My parents, yes. Ramona and her father, no.”
“Oh, well how do they feel about all this? Your sister and mom’s husband, I mean. I’m assuming they’re human.”
He gave a snort that wasn’t quite a chuckle. “Well, Sean doesn’t know about any of this.”
I turned my head as far as I could, peripheries catching the long, pale slope of his nose. His fangs were gone, and I wondered if it was easier to speak without them. Even though he sounded the same whether they were present or not. “My mother has kept our nature secret from her husband for their entire relationship. Ramona knows, because while she’s human, she’s also… different.”
“Different how?”
“Heightened senses, mostly. Sean just thinks we all have really great hearing. She also can’t be turned. Something about having a shifter parent makes children like her immune.”
I nodded along, though his step-father’s cluelessness made me frown. How could he be so unaware? “Isn’t that hard on your mom? And you guys?”
“Well, my mother is going to do what she wants to do. And I was away with Da or at school most of the time. Sean was away working more often than not. I’d imagine it’s hardest on my mother, but it was her decision. She never explained her reasons to me, so I stopped asking long ago.”
I puckered my lips in silent request, and Orion pecked the side of my mouth in answer. “Well, I’m glad we won’t have that secret between us. I want you to be yourself around me.”
Orion chuffed and snuffled in my hair, “I am so lucky. Thank you, my wonderful mate.”
I grinned toward the fireplace, wishing that we’d thought to start a fire before we committed to being stuck on the couch for a while. It was sweet, easy, and Orion let me ask all my questions about his life as a wolf shifter. His answers flowed out of him, and I swallowed down every story, like how his father had guided him through his first shift at age twelve, or when at fourteen, he spent an entire week in his wolf form so that he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.
“I just ran and hunted and slept under the stars. After a while, I’d started to feel more Wolf than anything else. It was like the land here spoke to me. I even convinced myself that there were creatures besides animals out there. Ones that ran with me through the snow and helped me find food.”
“So, have you never been in a pack then?” I remembered what Graham had called him but hesitated to use the word in case it was some sort of insult or slur.
Orion stiffened behind me, and it was then that I noticed the pressure inside me had lessened. Orion slid out but remained at my back. I waited, not wanting to push him to saying anything while he was still clearly thinking it through. I missed him inside of me, though.
He pressed up, bracing on a palm, and he ran the other hand up the back of his head. I watched and waited, and when he finally opened his mouth, I held my breath for what was to come.
