Moonrise Hunt: Rejected Mates Book 1

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on the shoulder. "You're the first b

t isn't work for new mates to do tonight-and make our way to our tent. It's on the other side of the clearing

w where he would

bout the hunt. We're still naked from our shift. I'm running my hands all over him, and he'

ou didn't follow the scent," he says, his eyes narrowed.

?" I ask him. "It was th

d," he says. "H

ull him closer, pressing my body against his. "It's t

out it being good luck to c

ower, Vermon. If it didn't, the Nigh

use moon magic,"

an it can't affect us. We don't use the energy f

, inhale his scent. "I've been wanting you for years," I tell him shamelessly. "Ever since I was ol

he says. "You're the hottest wom

and down the flat plane of his torso as I say this, teasing him. He

lder now, and the pressure is firm. It takes me a moment to unders

an't be meaning to come like this. I know he can't because we just re

him for a long time. And it's really exciting, being on my knees while he moves in and out of my mouth like this. I keep one hand on him and use the other to touch

n, but I've done stuff to make myself feel good plenty of time

he explains. "I

main partner, the one I should try to have babies with. It doesn't give him the right to tell me what to do with my own body. But for now, I decide to put tha

ice laced with anticipation. "

own allure. With a hint of forcefulness, he guides me onto my hands and knees, igniting a s

netration, he begins to move his hips, grinding against me with a tantalizing friction that sends waves of pleas

ening to unravel my very sanity. My heart races within my chest, its rapid b

my back, silently conveying my readiness for him. Every fiber of my being is screaming for his presence inside me, the

ered. The connection between our bodies dissolves, and I'm left with a disorienting void. Uncer

above the ground, with nothing but the vast expanse of open air beneath my trembling hands and knees. I let out a startled cry, my voice echoing with shock and confusion. The sudden turn of events shatters the fragil

n, I notice that his arousal has dissipated, prompting a foolish instinct to rectify the situation. However, b

ords hang in the air, stabbing at my core. Fear consumes me, as if I h

s he utters carry the weight of the vilest insult, staining the air between us. The impact of his accusation hits me li

g myself is futile, but I can't help but cling to the hope that he will see reason. Yet, the way he looks at me, with

lands on me like a crushing blow, leaving me gasping for air. The rejection cuts deep, tearing at

s body. His dilated pupils serve as a testament to the impending transformation that loom

for freedom, I throw myself backwards, propelling my body out of th

are not partaking in the sacred ritual of joining tonight, continue their nocturnal gathering around the crackling bonfire, indulging i

her's tent, perhaps finding solace in the presence of Molly. But before I can even formulate a pl

. Without pausing for a moment, they spring into action, bodies contorting and transforming in a primal displa

second to make a pivotal decision that could shape my fate. Instinctively, a surge

ake a split-second choice that hol