Page 39 of Accidentally Wedded to a Werewolf (Claw Haven #1)

Luna was lost in the sensations: his big hands under her thighs, holding them open.

Oliver’s mouth slowly but surely devoured her own.

His sweat-slick body was on top of her while his hips ground slowly against hers.

His cock was soft, but his knot was still swollen, so he could only manage the smallest thrusts.

Every time he went to pull out, his knot bulged tantalizingly against her opening.

So big. Too big, stretching her to the point where she didn’t know if she could bear it—and then he’d push back in.

Luna whined. Every once in a while, she caught a flash of Oliver through the bond: how good she felt against him, how her big wet eyes made him want to pin her down and fuck her until she wailed.

Luna squeezed around him hopefully. Oliver’s thrusts stuttered, his knot pulsing inside of her. One word drifted through the bond, low and growling: mine.

Luna shivered. She sent a wordless agreement back through the bond.

Oliver’s hips stilled. He pulled back, fixing those dark eyes on her. “You have to block it out. Don’t go too deep, remember?”

“I’m blocking,” Luna said. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on closing herself off. It took more effort every time. But Oliver faded obediently from her mind, the warm glow of the bond replacing it.

“There we go,” Luna said. She bumped their noses together, giving him a shaky smile. “Hey. It’s not like I can see anything shocking, right? I already know all your dark secrets.”

He frowned.

Luna bit his chin. “Hey, none of that. Tell me what I smell like.”

His eyes went half-lidded. “Mine.”

“Yeah,” Luna said, squirming. She could feel his knot going down, his cock hardening up inside the condom. “That’s right, big boy. All yours. Oh, shit!”

His knot popped out of her, then back in. She thrashed against the pillows. It was one of her favorite parts: the knot not completely gone but small enough to fuck her properly.

“Yours,” Luna gasped, the noise verging on a sob. “Oh my god, Oliver—fuck—make me yours!”

Oliver growled into her neck, hips snapping harder. The knot popped in and out, cock finally hard enough to press that spot inside of her that made her cry out.

Luna clung to him, whimpering. It was getting harder to tell what was her and what was him, the bond twisting them together as their pleasure mounted.

Luna was getting fucked, and then suddenly, she was doing the fucking; her knot was going down, and the bedframe creaked under her hand as she carved new splinters in it with her claws.

It was impossible to block each other fully when they were twisted together so closely. Luna let it wash over her, only distantly aware of tears spilling down her cheeks as he emptied himself inside of her for the second time. Oliver licked her cheeks clean, and Luna tasted salt.

She lay there, quaking, his cock softening once more inside of her.

They were both putting their walls back up, but Luna still caught it before they slammed the door shut on their bond: longing.

Oliver wanted to keep her. For one moment, lost in their combined pleasure, Oliver had wanted her to stay with him in Claw Haven.

Luna swallowed over her thick throat as he pulled out.

People thought all sorts of things during sex.

It didn’t make it true once it was over.

And if it was true, that was…not ideal. She wasn’t staying.

She couldn’t stay. She had a fiancé waiting for her.

She had a life, filled with maids and spas and places to buy coffee if you got a craving at 10:00 p.m.

Oliver touched her cheek, catching a stray tear. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” Luna pulled up a hasty smile, wiping her face. “That was intense.”

He touched her cheek again, and for a moment, Luna thought she must’ve missed a tear.

But his thumb stayed there, resting against the corner of her eye so tenderly that Luna almost welled up again.

For a second, she let herself entertain the fantasy.

Staying here in Claw Haven and having breakfast at a crowded table every morning.

Nodding at everyone in the street and helping stores to set up marketing campaigns.

Going to sleep every night wrapped in Oliver’s arms, warm and safe and seen…

Oliver’s stomach growled. The look on his face made Luna burst out laughing, only a little watery.

“Luckily, we have soup,” she giggled. She pushed at his shoulder. “Come on, the microwave awaits.”

* * *

They brought their warm bowls back to bed. Oliver scarfed it down and went back for seconds before Luna was even halfway through.

He was strange when he got back. Stiff and awkward, keeping a distance between them like he had in her first few weeks at the inn.

“Let’s not do that again,” he said finally.

Luna froze, spoon halfway to her mouth. “What? But we don’t have the flower yet.”

“No, not…” He gestured toward the tangled sheets they were sitting on, which would have to go in the wash for the third time this week. “The mine crap.”

Luna snorted, her panic dying down. She wasn’t ready for their last time yet.

“It’s sex,” she said. “Stuff you say during sex doesn’t mean anything.”

He shrugged, digging into his second bowl of soup. “Still. Feels weird.”

Luna arched her brows at him. Then at the huge borrowed shirt she was wearing on her sweaty body, and then the claw marks in the bedframe.

He aimed an equally pointed look at her engagement ring.

“Oh, whatever.” Luna twisted the ring around her finger, feeling it pinch. She had fished it out of the bottom of her bag earlier—it felt like the right thing to do, with what was waiting for her. “I am kind of yours. Until we get that flower, anyway.”

He grunted into his soup. “I’m not counting my chimeras until the ritual’s over and done with.”

“True.” Luna sighed. “It’ll be weird not having that little squirmy warmth in my chest. I was getting used to it.”

“Yeah, well.” Oliver opened his mouth like he was going to say something else. Then he crammed another spoonful of soup into it.

Luna resisted the urge to push at the bond and see what he was holding back on.

She stretched out, her toes skimming his leg.

“Then again, it’ll be good to get back to normal.

No more being stuck together. No cold front when you dare go more than a dozen feet away.

No more feeling you get annoyed when that dog food commercial comes on. ”

“A border collie would never abandon its owner for a treat,” Oliver replied. “They’re very loyal.”

“I know,” Luna said, her throat going thick again as she contemplated a future where she never talked to him again. She swallowed until it was gone, then repeated more softly than she ever meant to, “I know.”