Page 123 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Casey***

Hmm… this could be interesting. What should I make

him do first? Oh, who cares? I just want him to touch me.

“Kiss me.”

He leans closer, his lips hovering over mine. My chest

heaves and I forget about breathing through my nose.

“Here?” he asks.

“Everywhere.” The word comes out on a gasp.

“Yes, ma’am.”

His lips touch mine, and I moan, threading my fingers

through his hair. He doesn’t linger, moving down my neck, kissing, licking, and

nipping at my flesh. My body quivers as he slowly kisses his way to my breast. His

lips explore every inch of skin before he finally pulls my nipple into his

mouth. He swirls his tongue around it and then moves to the other. What was I

thinking? I won’t be able to endure this! I writhe beneath him as he places

featherlight kisses on my skin, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. He

dips his tongue into my navel, and I desperately call for a timeout.

“Wait.”

He moves back up, curiosity in his gaze.

“I wasn’t doing it right?”

“No… I mean yes. It was all kinds of right but… I changed my

mind.”

He smiles at my flustered babbling and awaits his next

instruction.

“Lick me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He slides down my body and off the bed, positioning himself

between my legs. Wasting no time, he instantly seeks out my clit. I sit up,

watching his head as it moves slowly up and down. I grab a handful of his hair

as he presses his tongue down on my clit, swirling it.

“Ethan…” He wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me

closer. “Faster.”

He flails his tongue on my clit, pulling it into his mouth.

I rock my hips back and forth as pleasure courses through my veins.

“Faster!”

His arms tighten around my thighs, and he growls. Oh, shit!

I release his hair and fall back on the bed, shaking as his tongue moves at alpha

speed. I cry out, grabbing at the sheets, scattering the pillows.

“Oh, God!”

He growls again, and I feel the vibrations run through my

body. Everything from my pelvis down is rooted to the bed by his hands. I

thrash about, head going from side to side, arms flailing. I scream as the

tremors begin.

“Ethan!”

My body erupts with the force of a thousand orgasms and my

limbs go limp. I stare up at the ceiling, my body twitching, tiny lights

flashing before my eyes like a million lightning bugs. Oh. My. Fucking. God!

Maybe he should keep holding back; I don’t know if I can withstand the full

force of his lovemaking.

He appears above me with a smug grin and kisses the tip of

my nose.

“Anything else, Madame Alpha?”

“No. That’s it. I think I’ll go to bed now.”

His brows furrow in confusion, but he says nothing. Seeing

my struggle to move, he picks me up and places my head on the solitary pillow

left on the bed. He retrieves the rest from the floor, climbs in beside me and

pulls the covers over us. Poor thing. He thinks I’ve left him hanging. Not a

chance. I just need to get the feeling back in my limbs. He’s lying on his

back, arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. I look down, and the

sheets are tented by his massive erection.

“I’m cold.” I slide next to him, and he wraps his arms around

me, rubbing my arm. “Mmm… That’s good, but I can think of a better way to get

warm.”

Moving beneath the covers, I crawl between his legs. I grasp

the base of his dick and suck on the head. He draws a sudden breath, throwing

the covers off. I look up, and he’s watching me, his bottom lip between his

teeth. Maybe I should try out my wolf abilities. I sink down, taking him as far

as I think he can go, and then I push him farther.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans.

I don’t feel my gag reflex kicking in. He passes my uvula

and hits the back of my throat. Still, I press on. One last push and his dick is

lodged in my throat. Holy shit.

“Fucking hell!”

I’m too amazed to go any further. I slowly pull back and

release him. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes dark and intimidating.

“Come here.”

“Uh-uh, you’re not giving the orders, mister.” I crawl up

his body and straddle his hips. “Did you really think I was going to go to

sleep and leave you like this?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

I lean close to his ear to whisper my instructions. “I want

you… to fuck me from behind… just like you did this morning.”

His eyes flash yellow and, before I can even blink, I’m on

my hands and knees before him. Whoa! It’s going to take a while to adjust to

this speed thing. He grabs my thighs, pulling them apart to his liking. When he

nudges at my entrance, our earlier conversation comes back to me.

“Ethan, until I get my pills, maybe you shouldn’t—”

“I understand.” He cuts me off.

His palms slither up my back, and his fingers curl over my

shoulders just as he pushes into me. We moan simultaneously, and he leans

forward, placing a delicate kiss in the center of my back. He sinks balls-deep,

and I have to adjust my position to better accommodate him.

“So fucking tight….”

He pulls all the way out and slowly pushes back in. I don’t

think I’ll ever get used to this feeling—the exquisite stretching and filling.

He’s perfect… and he’s mine.

“Are you ready, Casey?”

“Yes.”

He starts off at a leisurely pace, taking his own sweet

time. I match his rhythm, moving back and forth. He gradually increases the

pace, going faster with each stroke. My heart hammers in my ears as he moves,

and my mind empties itself of everything except him. There is only him and me,

right here, right now. I press my face into the pillow, muffling my scream as

his thrusts become more powerful. He pauses, drags me to the edge of the bed, and

stands behind me. Shifting his hands to my hips, he pulls out and slams into me

with a grunt.

“Ethan!”

He resumes his earlier pace, and my orgasm builds. I grip

the sheets, eyes shut tightly, teeth chattering. He calls my name as I clench my

muscles around him. As they begin to contract, my eyes fly open, and I scream,

my head falling to the bed.

“Fuck, Casey!”

He quickly pulls out and I turn to him, wrapping my lips

around him as he comes. Fisting his hand in my hair, he grunts, fucking my

mouth until the last drop of cum falls from the tip. I release him, swallowing

as I stand.

“You taste so good,” I say, licking my lips.

“Not as good as you, sweetheart.”

He presses his lips to mine in a loud smack then lifts me

into his arms, placing me on the bed and pulling up the covers before walking

around to his side.

“Come here, fiancée.”

I shuffle over into his arms and lay my head on his chest. “I

like that, but wife sounds better.”

“Better than alpha?”

“Definitely. Mrs. McKenzie sounds even better.”

“Very well. Mrs. McKenzie it is.”

Wow, I’m getting married! There are so many things to do. I

have to find a dress, plan the ceremony, the reception, send out invitations….

“We should discuss dates.”

“Tomorrow’s perfect for me,” he replies.

“I want a big wedding.”

“I’ll give you a few weeks. That’s it. We have to wait until

the next full moon for the mating ceremony anyway. You want to do them both on

the same day?”

“No! I’m not spending my wedding night as a wolf. And how do

you expect me to plan a wedding in a few weeks?”

“You’re the one who never even wanted a relationship. Why do

you want a big wedding?”

“That was before I met you,” I say in a quiet voice,

trailing my finger down his chest.

He sighs deeply. “We’ll get a planner. That’s my compromise.

I’m sure Madelaine can find the perfect dress for you.”

“Ugh! Fine.” I hop out of bed and go in search of my phone.

Once I’ve found it, I bring up the calendar and return to the bed. “Look… If we

do it this last weekend in October, we have a few days until the blue moon. We

could have the mating ceremony then.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Whatever you want, Mrs. McKenzie.”

“Oh, Ethan!” I squeal. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“Me, too. Maybe we should just go to Vegas.”

“Big. Wedding. Oh! I have to call Sandy!”

Before I dial, I turn to Ethan, biting my bottom lip

nervously. “Ethan….”

“Hmm?”

“Can I tell Sandy… about us?”

“Casey….”

“She’s my best friend. I can’t hide something like this from

her.”

“You think she’d be able to handle it?”

“I have to try. Please.”

“Okay, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks!”

I give him a quick kiss then dial Sandy’s number. She

answers on the first ring the way she always does. I swear her phone is

permanently glued to her ear.

“Hey, Case!”

“Hey, Collins. How’s Shaolin?” I ask.

“Horrible! How’s Mayberry?”

“Great. Sheriff Andy’s taking real good care of me.”

“See, that’s why I miss you. Life is boring without you.”

“You should visit. Ethan’s treat.”

I smile over at him, and he nods, pulling me closer to him.

“You should come,” he says. “She misses you.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Hi, Eee-than,” Sandy says with a giggle.

“Sandy says hi.”

I know he heard, but I guess I have to keep up appearances.

“Hello, Sandy,” he answers.

“I do have like a week of vacay time left.”

“Great! You should come around the third week of October.”

“Why? What’s happening then?”

“I need you here so you can be maid of honor at my wedding.”

“Be your who in your what?” she shrieks.

“My maid of honor in my wedding.”

“Is that a joke, Miss Fear of Commitment?”

Ethan raises a questioning brow, but I ignore him.

“I’m serious. Ethan proposed, and I said yes.”

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God!”

She screams so loudly, I have to move the phone away from my

ear. Ethan and I both laugh at her theatrics.

“I’m putting you on speaker,” I tell her.

“Case, I’m so happy for you!”

“Thank you. So you have to come.”

“Of course! But why so soon?”

“Mr. Impatient can’t wait.”

“I don’t blame him. After what you put him through, he

should have dragged your ass to Vegas.”

“That’s what I said,” Ethan says.

“Shut it, McKenzie.”

“Leave the man alone,” Sandy scolds me.

“You’re my best friend, why are you on his side?”

“The truth has no sides. Now, we need to start planning!”

“I know! I need to get the save the dates—” Ethan takes the

phone from my fingers, interrupting my conversation. “Hey!”

“Sandy, she’ll call you back tomorrow, and you can talk

about all that. Right now, I need some time with my future wife.”

“Sure thing, Sheriff. Congratulations, and welcome to the

family.”

“Thank you.”

The word “family” replays in my head. Family… something I

don’t have. Mom, Daddy, my babies….

“What’s wrong?” Ethan asks.

“I’m getting married, and my parents won’t be there.” My

bottom lip trembles as tears spill onto my cheeks. He hugs me to his chest, gently

stroking my hair. “My Daddy won’t be there to walk me down the aisle.”

“I’m sure they’ll both be there watching over you.”

“Daddy liked you. I think he’d be happy.”

“I think so, too.”

I slip my arm around his stomach and close my eyes. Yes,

Daddy would have been proud, and Mom would have adored him. He’s going to be my

family now.