Becoming Luna

Jane

“Focus.” Ethan’s harsh voice pierces the haze of my thoughts, drawing my attention back to his face.

“If I wanted to rut a wooden board, I would.” Ethan snaps, gripping my hair so tightly I’m afraid he’ll rip it out of my head. “What’s wrong, Jane, can you not feel me inside you?” He demands, slamming his hips into mine so forcefully I feel sure he’ll leave a bruise. “Am I not fucking you hard enough?”

Still I don’t respond. All I can do is imagine him with Eve, kissing and making love to her, giving her all the affection he used to give me. I can see their writhing bodies in my minds eye, naked and moaning, tangling the sheets of the Alpha’s bed. It makes me feel sick to my stomach to know my husband was inside the other woman mere hours ago; is his libido really so profound that one she-wolf is not enough for him? How does he even have the energy to use me this way when Eve was pleasuring him all night long?

The only blessing is that he must have showered in between trysts, because I cannot smell her on him. Still, I’m sure I’ll hear all about it before long, Eve never lets me forget just how much my husband enjoys her body.

Ethan doesn’t think I know. In fact he hides their relationship incredibly well. I’d never know if it wasn’t for Eve. She loves torturing me with every sordid detail of their sex life: how much pleasure he gives her, how they laugh about me when my back is turned.

Ethan’s muscular body glistens with sweat above me, so rugged and handsome it makes me ache with desire. My body responds to him out of instinct, brought to life by his powerful pheromones and skillful hands even though I want to cry knowing how little I matter to him now.

Ethan used to say I was his entire world; now I’m nothing but a sex toy to him. I’m not sure how much longer I can bear it. One way or another, I have to find a way out of this, or I’ll spend the rest of my days being tortured by these images in my head.

I feel like I’m about to explode – inside and out. All my horrible imaginings bringing Ethan and Eve’s affair to life in my head, and the relentless pounding of his hardness into my most intimate flesh.

“Ahh!” I can’t contain my moan as Ethan rams into that special spot deep inside me.

“Oh you like that, do you?” He smirks, making the same movement again and chuckling at my helpless whimpers, “That’s right Janey, tell me how much you love it."

I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. Growling, his pace increases again, and I know he’s close. I stare sightlessly up at the ceiling while he spills himself into my womb with a low growl.

Afterwards his lips seek mine, but before he can kiss me, I turn my head away. “No!”

His oversized hand, still fisted in my hair, pulls my face forward. “No?” He repeats in an ominous rumble.

“Do you kiss Eve when you’re done with her too?” I ask bitterly.

I can’t believe my own daring, I’ve wanted to ask him about his affair – to confront him for almost a year now. Yet Ethan barely registers my remark, he simply shakes his head and pushes away from me, muttering, “crazy woman,” under his breath.