and need spilling out of my demanding tone.
He growls and gives me what I ask for, and I feel his hand move from where it’s holding my hip to drop back to my ass.
My body practically hums as he fucks me ruthlessly. “Yes, right fucking there!” I scream when he slams against the perfect spot, and I feel a finger press in against my ass. He breaches the tight ring of muscle just as my third orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave. He impales into me again and again until he goes still and bellows out his release, cumming inside of me, his knot already expanding to lock every drop in place.
I ride the last waves of ecstasy while he stretches my pussy and presses in, trying to get deeper than he already is. His thumb rotates inside of my ass, his hips and stomach applying even more pressure to what he’s doing as he rocks against me from behind.
“Good morning,” he rumbles before he pitches me forward again, and I laugh airily, floating in a warm pool of bliss.
“Good fucking morning to you too,” I pant, my body jellied and fuzzy and sated in every possible way. “You might be my new favorite alarm clock.”
“Might?” he teases, hips driving into me again, eliciting a gasp when he pulls his thumb out of my ass and rubs his palms tenderly over my butt cheeks.
“Definitely,” I correct with a euphoric giggle as Tyran drops his weight down on me and then rolls us to our sides as we ride out his knot.
He kisses my shoulder, and I look back to steal his lips before we both relax into each other. “Have you decided if you want to come today?” he asks before he nuzzles my neck, tickling my skin with the scruff on his face.
“I mean, maybe I didn’t scream loud enough, but I just did...three times,” I tease, and he nips my earlobe, his deep laugh resonating through me.
“Come to the Flux,” he reminds me, and the word steals some of my afterglow.
I try to shake it off and remind myself of what Britton and the others explained about how it’s different here. Then I remind myself that I’m now the luna, and at some point, I’ll have to stop running from these things regardless of how triggering they might be. I sigh, and Tyran brushes strands of hair from my face.
“I’ll go on one condition,” I declare.
His eyes are patient and molten, and I can feel tenderness and excitement filter through him. “And what might that be?”
“Shower sex,” I announce shamelessly with a mischievous smirk.
“You’re insatiable,” he groans, but he’s already picking me up—carefully, so as not to jostle where we’re still connected—and carrying me into the bathroom. “I suppose a mate’s gotta do what a mate’s gotta do.” I laugh until he turns on the shower and plunges us both beneath the freezing water.
I do my best to ignore the stirring apprehension in my chest as I follow Britton through the trees to the sacred grounds they showed me yesterday. The smell of familiar herbs in the air causes anxiety to pool in my gut, flashbacks flickering through my mind of what happened during my Flux. I try to shake the trepidation away, but my wolf is pacing inside of me as though we’re expecting the worst.
“You okay?” Britton asks as he surveys me from the side.
“Yeah, I’m good. I’ll feel better when I see Tyran and my brain can stop convincing my body that we’re reliving something fucked up,” I confess, probably a little too candidly, but I don’t think Britton is going to look at me like I’m a lesser wolf because of it. He nods, his eyes kind and filled with empathy, which only confirms his character.
The trees thin out, and I can smell and hear the pack just ahead as we get closer to the sacred circle set to the side of Ruin Falls territory. My wolf whines, as though she’s trying to comfort me while fighting her own restless unease. I do what I can to reassure her that everything is going to be fine, just as Britton and I step out of the woods. I look around at the large round piece of land currently containing what looks to be at least half the pack.
A small group still in their human form is split apart, making way for the pack’s Second in command and me. I spot Tyran off to