She smirked up at him, trailing her fingers down his chest and over his jumping stomach muscles, eyes full of mischief. “My turn.”
“What are you do— Ohhhhh, fuck…”
His question trailed away into a ragged curse as she sank to her knees.
She wrapped her hand around his length, squeezing slightly, the sensation almost too good to bear. Then she lowered her head and swirled her tongue around his swollen tip, licking up the sticky, salty liquid weeping from the slit.
He gasped sharply and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the tree. He wrapped her ponytail loosely around his fist and tried to catch his breath as she started to bob her head. At first she took in just the head, allowing her tongue to play over the silky skin before letting it pop free from her lips. Then she took him deeper, sucking in more of his length with each smooth motion of her head, hollowing her cheeks to stroke him and swirling her tongue in an undulating rhythm that made him curse and tense. Every muscle locked as he ached and shook on the cusp of orgasm, and he thought he’d die when she wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his shaft, holding him back. He was coming but not coming, groaning with the fierceness of the sensation.
“Watch,” she whispered.
He looked down at her, kneeling at his feet, her lips shiny from sucking him. He looked straight into her magnetic eyes as she jerked him off, stroking him quickly and smoothly until he came in a spasm of blind sensation, dotting her freckled breasts and collarbone with glistening pearls of come.
Savannah reached up and used the pad of her thumb to collect a drop of fluid that had splashed her cheek. Then she sucked it off her skin, never breaking eye contact, rosy lips suckling her thumb.
It was the sexist thing he’d ever seen.
He glanced up at the sky, feeling the power of the moon wash over him. He felt wild and lusty and full of crazy energy. The full moon wasn’t for another few hours. He couldn’t wait to spend his first full moon running through the woods with his mate.
Savannah stepped back into her pants and zipped them up. “Do wehaveto go back and join them for dinner?” She sighed. “I just want to spend time with you alone.”
“I’m afraid so,” he said reluctantly. “They’re already not happy about having Roy on their property. Can’t say I blame them. I know that bunker’s solid, but just as a show of good faith, until we turn, we should be nearby, keeping an eye on him. We shouldn’t even have come out here like this, but, you know.” He grinned at her. “Sorry not sorry.”
“You’re right, you’re right. Duty calls. Stupid duty,” she said. Then she flashed him a quick look. “But we’ll have plenty more time.Won’t we?”
“Of course we will,” he said, because he knew that was what she wanted to hear. And because he hoped it was true, even if he feared it wasn’t.
They trudged back to the little cluster of cabins, holding hands as they tramped through the woods. He liked the feeling of her hand in his. Liked how she glanced up at him, the look on her face. So happy and contented.
They found the pack sitting in picnic chairs, gathered around a campfire. Aberthol’s mate, Louanne, fetched them a couple of ice-cold beers from a plastic cooler. She was a skinny, fierce-looking woman with stringy brown hair and scowl lines stamped across her forehead.
Aberthol ladled them each a bowl of stew, and they settled in, sitting next to each other, facing him.
Austin shifted restlessly in his chair as he tucked into the stew, feeling the full moon’s energy rushing through his veins.
“Good stuff,” he said to Aberthol. “I’ve always loved venison.”
Aberthol patted Louanne on the shoulder. “My old lady made it. Not bad, huh? I think I’ll keep her.”
“Shoo,” she snorted. “Who you calling old? And who says I’ll keepyou?”
Austin looked at Savannah, and she flashed him a grin, and he knew what she was thinking.
That’ll be us in a few years. Together. Mated. Still giving each other a hard time.
She settled back into her chair with a sigh. “Tired,” she mumbled.
“I know. Me too.” It had been the day from hell. They’d both been driving too long, not getting enough sleep.
Still. Something was wrong. Should they be feeling tired right before a full moon? His thoughts were getting dull and foggy.
A feeling of lassitude seeped over him.Something is wrong.He should be feeling more energetic, not more and more relaxed.
He turned his head slowly, way too slowly, to look at Savannah.
Her head was nodding, chin resting on her chest. Eyes half closed.
His fingers felt thick and numb. He dropped his bowl of stew on the ground and tried to speak, but his lips wouldn’t move.
Drugged. They’d drugged their stew.
He struggled, trying to push the sedative from his system, but whatever they’d used was too powerful.
He shouted wordlessly, screaming a warning that his mate would never hear.Shavannahhhh…runnnn…
The world went hazy and he could hear Aberthol yelling “Now!” and Louanne yelling “Ooh, baby!One million dollars!”
And then everything went fuzzy and the world winked out.
