Page 130 of Beneath the Blue Moon

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I wake up with my arms and legs wrapped around her naked

body. As much as I want her right now, I should get her out of the cold. The

moment I move, she wakes up, turning in my arms. She kisses my chest and lets

out a long moan.

Good morning, husband.

Good morning, wife.

It sure is.

We’re naked in the woods. We should go.

Okay… but only if you promise me morning sex when we get

home.

Morning, mid-morning, afternoon, evening, and night.

We’re on our honeymoon, remember?

I love the sound of that. When do we leave for Fiji?

In a couple of days.

Back at home, she races upstairs leaving me behind. I find

her standing by the bed, eagerly waiting for me.

“Let’s go… morning’s wasting,” she says.

Sheriff races to the surface, but this time is different; I

know my eyes have changed, but my top fangs have also descended. She looks at

me wide-eyed, biting her lip in excitement.

“Come here.”

Suddenly, her eyes change color, and when she speaks, her

fangs are visible also.

“No… you come here.”

“Holy fuck, Casey!”

“What?”

I take her hand and pull her to the mirror. She stares at

her reflection in shock.

“You can change at will, too.”

“No one could do that before?”

“Only the male alphas.”

“Okay, now I’m getting excited. I wonder what else I can do.”

Me, too. For the first time since I met her, sex is the

farthest thing from my mind. My appetite is for knowledge right now.

“Where the hell is that book?”