Moon Child (The Year of the Wolf #2) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,17
where our mouths joined. But it wasn’t about dicks. Wasn’t about crossing incestuous swords.
It was about me.
Fuck.
I loved that.
It always blew my mind too.
It was all about me.
And that was what did it. That was what had me keening into Austin’s mouth as his tongue did the tango with mine, as he primed me and pumped me, nipped at my lips, and tangled our tongues while Eli rode out my orgasm, and Austin stole my breath.
I could feel Ethan’s dick hardening, and I could sense it changing, physiologically, as his cock started to prepare for the knot, so when his cum splashed onto my throat, I wasn’t unprepared.
Austin might have been if he got caught in the spray, but he didn’t say anything. Just carried on kissing me. Just carried on riding me through another wave of delight that was born of intimacy and not pleasure.
I felt Ethan begin rubbing his seed into my tits, and because my boobs were so sensitive right now, the move had me twitching around like I’d been electrocuted. Which, admittedly, didn’t sound all that great, but trust me, it was.
It was like little sparks were dashing around my nerve endings, blinking to life, popping into being in a way that made me grateful Eli’s fingers had somehow doubled inside me.
Not by magic, just by him slipping two more in.
The feeling of fullness was enough to set me off again. I widened my legs some more as Ethan continued rubbing his cum into my skin like it was a cream, and the scent was powerful, like a fucking drug. I could feel it tripping all my wires, slamming into my system with the strength of a derailed freight train.
As Eli fucked me harder with his fingers, as Austin stole my breath, and as Ethan intoxicated me, I shot my lady wad and nearly exploded with the strength of my response.
Maybe they weren’t surprised when I passed out, but I was. Of course, I wasn’t so happy about where I woke up.
That goddamn clearing.
I moaned in distress when all those lovely pheromones and hormones and the dazed moments of before, as I experienced a pleasure so acute it was addictive, disappeared like they’d never existed.
I would’ve pouted, but there was nothing to pout about here. There was something to be scared of.
The cackle came. Louder than ever. Closer than ever. My skin prickled with fear, the gooseflesh standing up and surging into life as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
But like always, I didn’t understand.
I was standing in a kind of dazed twilight that reminded me of the realm where I’d claimed my mates. Only it was a little bleaker.
I was surrounded by trees still, and something that made me think there was water nearby. Maybe my she-wolf could scent water, or her ears were picking up on something that my human mind couldn’t focus on, not when that damn animal kept on cackling the way it was.
It hit me on a primordial level. Each. And. Every. Time.
It was like it was hunting me, taunting me into running, but if I did that, if I ran, I knew that was it. It was the end of me.
I just knew it like I knew my name was Sabina.
In my world, I was sure of only three things—my name, who my mates were, and who my baby was.
Baby!
I peered at my stomach which, until now, had shown no signs of a baby bump. But when I looked down, I saw the deep red tracks, the slight pooch of a belly that had borne the brunt of carrying a baby to full term.
The notion resonated in a way that very little could.
It made me aware of the fact that this was a dream. Lucid, nevertheless, still occurring while I was asleep.
It made me realize that I could see things from a different perspective. The dreams of before had been a portent. Telling me that what I was dreaming would take place after I’d given birth.
Knight was alive and well. And the dream was still happening, still on repeat, which made me think that the timeline had shifted.
I’d been so scared before that my lack of a baby bump meant that I was going to lose Knight, but I realized each time I’d been here before, I’d been clothed.
Now I wasn’t.
Now I was naked.
And because of that, it was as simple as breathing to shift.