Page 8 of Bitten by Bloodmoon (Mateless Shifters #2)

A zip of electricity dances around my back, electrifying the very air around us.

For a moment, it makes me jump until I remember it’s Ambrose.

It’s his magic doing this. Suddenly, I’m falling onto my back.

I cringe at the thought of how hard the ground will feel and how heavy Ambrose’s weight will be on top of me.

But a cloud of softness greets my back, and Ambrose’s full weight never hits me despite his body being on top of mine.

“Open your eyes, my beautiful queen.”

I do, and my mouth falls open in awe. A thousand fireflies are dancing around us as we lie on a bed he produced out of thin air.

“You’re incredible, my mate.”

He smirks knowingly. “I can’t wait to show you all of me. Everything I can be. I don’t want to hold back anymore.”

“Then don’t.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, and then I remember his curse.

He can’t love me; if he does, he’ll kill me.

So no matter what, he won’t be able to fully be himself.

He can’t let go fully, not until we break the curse.

Soon—soon he’ll be able to, and that’s enough for me.

For now, I get to have him. His body and power.

“No more hiding,” I say.

“No more hiding,” he agrees and then lowers his mouth to mine.

I squirm underneath him as his kiss deepens, awakening all of my primal urges.

Gravity pulls me to him with an unrelenting burn.

I’d probably kill countless innocents just to be with this man; that’s how desperate I am for him in this moment.

It’s like the mating bond controls me. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him. That should scare me, but it doesn’t.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” I whisper.

His eyes sear into mine. “I’ll ask no such thing of you. Ever . Just being with me is enough.”

His cock slides through my wetness in one swift motion, at the same time his tongue presses deep into my mouth, and his magic swirls around us, pressing against every nerve ending on my body. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

And then we both open our eyes, staring at each other with all of his magic surrounding us. I grip onto his muscular back until I’m sure my nails must be drawing blood. But he doesn’t pull away.

“Gods, you feel incredible,” he says through a pained whisper.

“Fuck me.”

He rolls his hips, hitting deep inside me as I arch my back up, letting my own hips match his thrusts.

I try to hold onto this memory. Try to cling to it like this is my life now, fucking my mate in a magic dome he built just for us, but I know even in my magic bubble that this moment is fleeting.

Soon it will be a memory I have to hold onto to get me through everything else.

It just makes me grip onto him harder. I hold my breath, trying to keep my orgasm from coming. From letting this moment end too soon. But Ambrose doesn’t need magic to build me. He doesn’t need any special powers to bring me to the edge, just him. His body is more than enough.

He strokes my hair so tenderly as he thrusts deep and hard into my body. The combination undoes me. My teeth clamp down onto his shoulder, but it doesn’t stop me from screaming his name as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through my body.

Ambrose doesn’t stop thrusting. He picks up speed, fucking me harder as my orgasm rolls through me, continuing in one long, powerful spark as if I can create my own magic.

I combust over and over, not even realizing that he pumped his seed deep inside me, that he slowed and collapsed on top of me.

He had stopped fucking me for a while now, but we both just lay on the magical bed he created in a dark bubble protecting us from the outside world.

The fireflies’ light has gone out, and nothing but darkness surrounds us.

I can feel Ambrose’s heavy breath on my neck, but neither of us speaks.

We don’t need to after what just happened, and as soon as we speak, we know we’ll leave this bubble both literally and figuratively.

The magic that happened here will soon be nothing but a distant memory.

So neither of us speaks. We both want this moment to last forever. Speaking would ruin everything.

I love him.

I want to say the words out loud to him even if he can’t reciprocate. I want him to know this because I’m uncertain about our future and the dangers we’ll face. I might never have the chance to say those words to him again.

I forgive him. I forgive him for everything. Hiding that he was a witch from me was nothing. A small fib that doesn’t matter.

I should tell him my own truth. That I grew up in the Wintermoon pack. That my pack caused the curse, which is why I’m destined to be the one to break it.

But I know it won’t matter to him. Not anymore, not after everything we’ve been through.

I love you —the words almost leave my lips, but then I pull them back. Maybe I can tell him in his head. Just whisper them through our mental bond so that he has to second-guess if he even heard them at all. But I will have said the words I needed to say.

I’m still fighting with myself, though, when Nyx breaks the silence.

“You’re very loud when you come, love.”