Page 125 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Casey***

I’m getting married. Tomorrow. Dear, sweet Jesus, I’m

finally going to be Mrs. Ethan McKenzie. I have to say, our wedding planner is

awesome! She really pulled the whole thing together, and I can’t wait to see

the result. After trying on a million designer gowns that I hated, Madelaine

broke down and showed me a dress by a local designer. I instantly fell in love

with it. It’s the ultimate princess ball gown. The strapless, satin corset,

complete with lace-up back is covered in crystals and beaded lace appliques.

The same appliques dot the mass of tulle comprising the skirt. It has a chapel

train, which makes it beautiful but not cumbersome. I can’t wait to walk down

the aisle in it. Ethan is going to flip when he sees me.

Maybe I should pay my future husband a visit. He’s been

working too hard. Who works the day before their wedding? Ethan, that’s who. I

have a picture on my phone I’ve been saving for an occasion just like this.

Sandy’s taking a nap, so she won’t miss me. I reach for my phone and send him a

text.

Casey: Wanna do lunch, Mr. McKenzie?

Ethan: Sure, Mrs. McKenzie. Where?

Casey: I’ll come to you.

Ethan: Ok. See you soon.

I grab my purse and head downstairs to find Brad. He’s my

babysitter today.

“Need to go somewhere?” he asks.

“Yup, to see my handsome fiancé.” He rolls his eyes as we

head to the door. “Man, I can’t wait for you and Sam to find your mates. I’m

going to have a field day with the two of you.”

“I doubt we’ll be like you and Ethan.”

“Just wait and see. Take it from someone who knows.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

Right before I walk into the sheriff’s office, I send Ethan

the picture. It’s a result of a boring day at home alone when I set up the

camera and had myself a nude photo shoot. In this one, I’m on my hands and

knees on the bed, facing away from the camera. My thighs are spread wide, ass

in the air, and my pussy is on display for him to see. I tell Brad to come back

in a half hour and make my way inside.

Mary is not at her usual spot, but Charlie and Brick stand

as I enter.

“Hello, boys. You think you could give us a few minutes? I

need to talk to him… in private.”

Charlie’s brows furrow. “You’re not calling off the wedding,

are you?”

“Of course not. Don’t be silly.”

“Okay. We’ll make ourselves scarce.”

“Thanks. I just need like fifteen, twenty minutes.”

“Got it.”

They walk out, locking the doors behind them. As I walk to

his office, I find a song on my phone that suits the occasion well. He’s

sitting at his desk, eyes glued to his phone. When I lock the door, he looks up

at me with yellow eyes. I press Play and place the phone on his desk. The

sounds of “Break You Off” by The Roots fill the room.

“What are you trying to do to me?” he asks.

I walk over, dropping to my knees before him. The erection

threatening to rip through his pants brings a smile to my face. I unclip his

duty belt; he allows me to remove it, and I place it on the floor next to me. I

stare up at him as I undo his belt, button, and zipper. With a lick of my lips,

I reach into his boxers and pull him free.

“I told you I wanted lunch… and I’m hungry.”

He moans, burying his fingers in my hair as I close my lips

around him. I suck on the head, rolling my tongue around it.

“Oh, fuck.”

I peek up at him, and his head has fallen back against his

chair. I need to make this quick; his deputies will be back soon. I clasp his

dick with both hands, stroking him as I slide my lips up and down his length.

He applies pressure to my head, pushing me down, and I allow him. When he taps

the back of my throat, he groans, pushing farther. I grab his thighs, sinking

my nails into them as he begins to guide my movements. He pulls my head up and

stands, giving me a second to catch my breath before he forces himself back down

my throat. He jerks his hips forward, relentlessly fucking my mouth. My clit

throbs and my panties are soaked to the point that I feel my juices seeping

through, running down my thighs. I want so much to touch myself to ease the

ache, but I know he wouldn’t let me. Besides, this is for him, not me. I

vaguely hear Black Thought’s voice as the song progresses; Musiq Soulchild’s

smooth tones definitely don’t go with the ravaging my mouth is currently

receiving. His hold on my head tightens, and I know he’s close. I grab his ass

and pull him to me, regaining control. I look up at him, loving the play of

emotions on his face, and that Sheriff’s eyes are staring back at me. Both man

and wolf are mine.

“Casey….”

I stroke him with one hand as I pull his balls, one then the

other, into my mouth. I watch them tighten against his body and move back up to

suck on the head.

“Fuck!”

He growls and shudders, shooting cum down my throat. I slurp

him up hungrily, making sure I get every last drop. He pulls out of my mouth and

falls into his chair with a heavy breath. I swallow, lick my lips, and tuck him

back into his pants.

“Come here.”

I climb onto his lap, and he gives me a lazy, satisfied

smile. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him softly.

“That mouth of yours… that’s why I’m marrying you.”

“Then we have something in common, Sheriff. That mouth of yours

is why I’m marrying you.”

“I can’t wait for winter.”

“What’s happening in the winter?”

“Your wolf will be in heat.” His fingers work their way up

my thigh as he nuzzles my neck. “You’ll be jumping my lovely bones any chance

you can get.”

“I’m doing that now. So?”

“Trust me. There’s a big difference.”

He slips his finger beneath my panties, moaning as he strokes

my clit. Involuntarily, I spread my legs, giving him full access. I shouldn’t

be doing this—not having sex until our wedding night was my idea,

after all. I can’t help it, though; my body is his to do with as he pleases.

“Ethan, no.”

The whispered words come out on a shaky breath.

“You know how I feel about that word, Casey.”

“Please….”

“You know I can make you, right?”

“I do, but I know you won’t.”

His finger glides inside me, and I shudder from the

pleasure.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Yes?”

He moves in and out slowly while he bites down on my nipple

through the bodice of my dress. White-hot desire courses through my body, and I

tremble against him. He buries his face in my bosom with a groan.

“Goddamn, Casey. How do you get so wet? Please, I need to be

inside you. Please.”

He rises, places me on his desk, and I stare into his eyes

as he stands between my legs. If I’d been standing, my knees would have surely

given out. My breaths come out in puffs as I gaze into the chocolate orbs of

passion.

“Please,” he begs again.

“You promised.” He pulls me forward, pressing his erection

against my pussy. “Oh, God.”

“I know, but I’ll die if I don’t have you now.”

Fuck. Restraint be damned. I release him from his pants once

more while he struggles to remove my underwear. He grabs my ass, pulls me

forward, and slides inside me with a moan. He rests his forehead on mine and

sighs in contentment. I throw my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips.

“I love you, Casey.”

I’ll never get tired of hearing those words. They give me a

sense of peace I haven’t felt in a long time. He begins to move, slowly, as if

savoring every second. A soft whimper escapes my lips as he moves inside me,

circling his hips.

“I love you.”

He raises his head and gazes down at me. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Ethan.”

He moans and nestles his face in the crook of my neck. The

music from my phone fades into the background as his heavy breaths fill my

ears. He maintains his pace, slow and steady, pulling back and pushing deep. I

throw my head back as his lips move up my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and

I clench my muscles around him. He sinks his fingers into my hips, grinding

against me.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

He pushes even deeper, and I slide my nails across his back

as I feel my orgasm approaching.

“Again.”

“I love you!”

He grunts and picks up the pace. He’s close, too. I grip him

tighter, making him moan.

“Casey….”

My name on his lips is all I needed; I cry out as I come,

pulling him into me. He shudders, and we come together, holding each other

tightly. When the tremors die down, he presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss,

gently pulling on my lips.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Good,” I tell him. “Because after tomorrow, there’s no

getting rid of me.”

He smiles and pulls out of me, reaching for the box of

tissues on his desk, then tucks himself back into his pants. As he sits, he

places my foot on the arm of the chair. He grabs a few tissues and gently

cleans me up. Once he’s done, I slide off his desk, and he helps me back into

my panties. I sit on his lap and cradle his face in my hands.

“Now you say it again.”

“I love you, more than anyone or anything in this world.” I

lean forward to kiss him, but he stops me. “They’re coming.”

I hop off his lap, and he begins straightening his uniform

while I stop the song repeating on my phone. The moment he clips his duty belt

on, Brick, Charlie, and Mary walk in.

“I will see you later, Sheriff. Remember, the party starts

at eight.”

“Don’t remind me. I dread having all those people in our

home.”

“You’re the one who didn’t want a bachelor party. I would

have gladly hired you some strippers.”

“No strippers… for you or me.”

“You’re no fun.”

He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. A tingle

runs the length of my body, and I sigh.

“You’ll see just how fun I can be tomorrow night.”

“Promises, promises.”

He blesses me with a gorgeous smile and tugs on my hand.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out.”