True Moon
Serafine POV
I know he didn’t see it. He asked me what I saw, which means he didn’t see. How is that possible? When I wrote hello, words vanished, and words appeared below it. It was like there was a person inside the book who responded to me. The reply wasn’t anything big, major, or world–altering. It wrote back, ‘Hello Serafine.‘ It was just that, nothing else. The thing is, though, Xander didn’t see it and couldn’t see it.
It amazes me that someone like me, who should be Alpha, everyone thinks is weak and useless.
No one believes I can be something more. While Xander is saying I am, I’m not. My wolf is back again, lunging and craving Xander.
I know that tonight will shift everything, though, and I don’t know if I should avoid this night or just accept it for what it is. Xander’s hand moves up and rests on my neck. Heat instantly explodes within me, and my wolf pushes me forward. Before I can think about it, I’m straddling him and kissing him fiercely.
The trees sway under the moonlight, casting shadows along the forest floor. Everything is quiet, but the stillness is not one of peace. It’s the silence and stillness before something moves, before something sacred binds.
The light above spills around us, and it seems to only ignite the tension that is already thrumming beneath my skin. As it settles into me, it coils around my spine and begins to pulse through my veins with purpose.
My body stays staddled against his, and his body is solid and warm against mine. My fingers rest against his chest, feeling the way it rises and falls with his breath. His hands move and grasp my hips, like he wants to keep me here, like we belong here. His hands ground me while the storm inside of me becomes uncontrollable. My heart pounds with recognition. There‘ s no hesitation, pause or spoken need for permission
Leaning forward more, I kiss him more forcefully, and something pulls him into me completely. His mouth is hot, unyielding
and hungry. It’s not simply a kiss of want, it’s knowing, it’s a kiss of claiming something that was always his. Our mouths part and return again, over and over, feeding a need that burns hotter with every passing second.
His hand slips beneath the fabric at my back, and grips the dress before he pulls it up, as he does, my hands remove his shirt and unfasten his trousers. He doesn’t stop me. Our bodies move as we pull off the rest of our clothes until we’re both
naked.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and his hands grasp my thighs, spreading them more as he guides me down until I sink onto his cock with a gasp that rips free from my throat.
My head falls forward, and I press my forehead against his. Our breaths mingle in the small space between us. There’s no pain, only a fullness that consumes and stretches me. It roots me to him and somehow to everything around us. He holds me still for a moment, giving me a chance to adjust and just letting me feel everything that he is.
Lifting my hand, I stroke my fingers along his jaw, and his gaze meets mine. Those golden eyes are wild and glowing. He looks so different in this moment; there are no traces of the cruel man I first met.
He begins to move, the rhythm is steady, deep, but still just as consuming as everything else. His thrusts are powerful, and roll through my body like thunder. I can feel them everywhere, in my chest, my legs, and the place where we’re joined. There‘ s no part of me that isn’t impacted by his movements and the sensation of him inside of me.
My breath comes fast and broken against his mouth, as he lifts his hips and pulls me down onto him harder than before, ensuring he goes deeper, he pulls me closer until every part of me is stretched around him.
Crying out, the sound is something between pleasure and more, something unspoken but that is understood by every instinct that I have. My wolf rises to meet his, not in resistance but craving and longing. It’s not submission but fierce need, and power. I move with him now, meeting every thrust, my hips grind against his, and I match the same desperate rhythm he has. My hunger for him matches his for me.
The sky somehow seems to burn brighter despite the lateness, the stars are sharper, and the air feels richer. The world narrows so much, and all that exists now is the first, this moment and the bond. My body begins to tremble already. The tightness within me is building and spiraling higher with every roll of our hips, every sound and breath. I feel him getting closer, his body tightens beneath my hands, and his breathing is growing louder against my throat.
His grip on me shifts, one hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me closer to him as his hips begin to move faster. His pace is relentless now, purposeful, and every thrustis drawing us to the edge of something that we won’t be able to return from. I feel the pressure inside of Successfully unlocked!nks and washes through me like a wave that leaves me gasping.
My release comes with a cry that is raw and helpless, my body seizes around him, pulsing and clenching. I draw him in further, and he growls against my neck, the sound is primal, and low. He slams into me harder this time, and locks inside of me. His knot swells and stretches me further, locking us both together. I can feel it take hold, and I can feel the tether that
True Moon
was in place between us tighten more and become stronger. My entire body shakes now as I cling to him.
His hips continue to grind into me, pushing himself deeper as he draws out his own release. He ensure’s he’s buried to the hilt so I can feel him pulsing within me as he cums. I feel it deep, the heat of him claiming me with everything. My hands slide up his back, and I breathe against his skin, the bond now burns more, and I can feel it through every inch of me. We don’t move, not that we can right now. We’re locked together, both physically and spiritually. We’re tied together with something that goes beyond the heat and instinct, I can feel him, even in my thoughts. I can feel his heartbeat echoing inside of my chest.
Our bond isn’t a thread anymore; it’s more of a cord, pulled taunt. The moon continues to watch us from above, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I belong, here, in his arms.
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