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“What did you say to him?”

Larc has me pressed against the kitchen cabinets. I slide my hand down his shorts, stroking his cock, and he hisses, rocking his hips into my hand. His eyes close and I turn us around, leaning him into the cabinets. My wolf-charmer is the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s amazing to watch him surrender. To lose himself to desire and sensations.

I kneel in front of him, and he looks down with blazing amber eyes. His cock is too big for me to take all of him in my mouth, but I can get the head in while using my hands. Larc twists my hair around his hand as I stare up at him. My magnetic wolf-charmer and I lock gazes, and through my eyelashes I watch him as the head of his cock slides into my mouth. I swirl my tongue and then wiggle it into the slit. His breath hitches, jaw tenses, tightening his fist. It doesn’t hurt, and to watch this gigantic man waver on the brink of control fascinates me. To know I’m the one responsible for his desire is the best.

My hand cups his thick balls, and using my index finger massage his P-spot. A growl resonates through the kitchen. I pump his shaft using my other hand, bobbing my mouth on the head, and work his balls. His abs tighten, which tells me he’s about to explode.

Instead of letting me finish, Larc flips me over his shoulder, carries me upstairs, and stands me in front of the full-length mirror. I gaze at his reflection in the mirror while he removes our clothing.

He places my hands on the sides of the mirror frame and leans over.

“Get ready, my little sprite. Don’t take your eyes off the mirror while I fuck your pretty little pussy.”

Larc’s hand circles my ass cheeks, patting each one lightly before gripping my hips. He pulls his pelvis back, aligns his cock at my opening, and thrusts in. I lose my breath for a moment until I adjust to him. His eyes glow amber, fangs extend, snapping his hips back and forward. This causes my body to wobble forward, except he holds me in place. I’m clinging to the frame as Larc fucks me from behind. It’s spellbinding. His wolf hovers near the surface, attentive to Larc’s movements. The idea of satisfying both of them makes me dizzy.

When Larc speaks, his voice is much deeper, as if it’s his wolf talking to me. “Mate.”

His tongue runs over his fangs.

“I’m going to rut so far into you, you’ll meet my wolf and taste us for weeks.”

I’m so wet he has no problem drilling into me. My arms are shaky from holding on so tight. Saliva accumulates in his mouth, and it drips, cascading down like a waterfall into the crack of my ass. He has huge enough hands to hold onto my hips while a finger douses in the saliva and plunges into my asshole. I’m crying, begging him to let me come. One. Two. Three. Shouts and a thank you splatters against the walls. One. Two. Larc stiffens, shooting cum inside me, but he doesn’t relent, pumping his hips forward and back, grunting as a shudder runs through his body.

He wraps his arms around my waist, tossing us both on the bed. I’m talking gibberish, stuck in my head, not wanting to join this world. I’m floating. Weightless. Drifting in and out of consciousness.

It’s early morning when I open my eyes to a lazy sun taking its time to rise. There’s a mist poised above the dewy grass. I smile, angling my head back to check out my wolf-charmer, whose snores can wake the dead. He looks at peace. I slink out of bed, wincing from yesterday’s fucking session, but it’s a good pain. And it brings on another smile.

After cleaning up, I leave Larc sleeping and prepare the coffee. The weekend is here. Thank God several guests checked out of the cabins yesterday, so the workload is decreasing. I’ll clean up those cabins, but not before I have a talk with Larc. He never answered me regarding what happened when he met the detectives. Instead, he fucked me into oblivion.

While the coffee brews, I wrap a blanket over my shoulders and sit outside. There’s a couple of howls coming from the nearby woods. From the lightness in the trees, two wolves shift, dress, and walk toward me. As they get closer, I notice it’s Kyle and Amanda. Maybe they hooked up for a quickie.

None of your business, Ivy.

Amanda walks past, gives a small wave, and keeps on going while Kyle crashes into a chair.

“The coffee’s brewing.”

Kyle rubs his hand over his face.

“I could use a cup.”

He appears tired.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

Glancing over his shoulder in the direction of Amanda, he adds.

“There’s a reason I stay away from women.”

I snicker.

“Oh! I thought they’re the ones staying away from you.”

His eyebrow lifts, showing he’s not amused.

“Why don’t you do something nice and get me a cup of coffee?”

To my surprise, Kyle goes inside, returning with two mugs. I close my eyes to the stillness of the morning. Since Kyle isn’t much of a talker, I soak in the serenity. My wolf-charmer must have heard us, because he’s outside shortly after, carrying his own cup. He plops down next to me, curling into my body, applying a kiss as he wishes me a good morning. We all lavish in these hours before our time is shared with the pack. Larc inhales deeply and releases it, resting his cheek on top of my head.

I lay my hand on his thigh.

“You never answered me yesterday.”

The smile is evident from his sluggish response.

“I didn’t? Are you sore my little sprite?”

Kyle spits out.

“Oh Goddess, please don’t go into detail.”

“Jealous?”

I cut in.

“I believe him and Amanda got some action last night.”

This amuses Larc.

“Amanda? Really? Haven’t you learned your lesson?”

“I needed to release some pent-up energy.”

“You’d have done better humping a tree than letting her claws sink into you. Soon enough, she’ll become your shadow, moving her things into your cabin.”

Kyle gulps down the rest of his coffee.

“Fuck no! I sure as hell won’t let it happen again. I’m out of here so you two can talk about…I don’t even want to know.”

When he’s gone, I say again.

“Larc, don’t try to deflect. Tell me.”

“To make a long story short, one of the detectives knew you, or at least, of you, so he was a friend of Ben’s.”

“What was his name?”

“All I got was Cooper.”

My head snuggles into the curve of his arm.

“The name doesn’t sound familiar.”

“Anyways, I threatened him that we’d go public about him and his friends’ nasty kinks. It was enough for him to make a deal. He’s going to write a report, explaining the bare minimum. Ben and his friends showed up, got rowdy, and we had to remove them from the premises. That’s it. He’s also going to add we were on vacation the weekend of Ben’s death. He’ll send me a copy of the signed document. Afterwards, he’s going to resign from the force, and make himself scarce. I’ll have Declan let me know when he does resign.”

“And you think he’ll keep his word?”

“Ivy, he knows if you ever testify about Ben, his name will come up. Shit always floats to the top.”

I sigh.

“If you think so.”

“Are you doubting me, little sprite?”

He tickles my side, and I grasp his hand. “Never.”

“Good to know. People are starting their day already.”

“Do we have time?”

“You want another go? I thought you’d be sore today.”

I shake my head.

“No, not another go at sex. To talk.”

“About what?”

“Becoming Luna.

I can’t recall a time I’ve seen Larc speechless until now. His mouth hangs open, closes, opens, and closes, exhaling hard. When his thoughts finally catch up to him, he suggests we discuss it later. It’s a big subject, and right now, we have work to do.

Three cabins have been vacated, so I strip the beds and collect the towels, all the while thinking back to our discussion of becoming Luna. More like, lack of discussion. Does he not want me to be Luna? I thought this was the goal. Does he not think I’m worthy? My head shakes away the thoughts. Of course, Larc wants me to be Luna. He wouldn’t have done all he did if this wasn’t what he wanted, too. Going against the pack, especially his mother and Kyle, to help me mend. Nurturing me. Obliterating Ben and his scum friends. This is the ultimate goal.

Then why did my request meet silence? Why did Larc not want to talk about it?

Throughout the day, I play different scenarios in my head. Tears fall when the idea comes to me that maybe the pack will refuse a human as Luna. Maybe living with Larc is as far as I can go in the pack chain.

I haven’t seen Larc or eaten all day. Instead, I wallow in my self-imposed misery. By the time I arrive home, the lights are out, yet candles light up the entire kitchen, living room, and outdoor terrace. The smell of food ignites a rumble in my stomach. It’s heavenly, and the atmosphere is soft and warm. When I step into the kitchen, Larc swoops me into his arms, presses his lips against mine, and then whispers song lyrics in my ear. Big bad wolf won’t let you go. Gonna show you how much our love can grow.

“I missed you, little sprite.”

My arms wrap around his neck, and I let out a contented sigh.

“I missed you more.”

“I’ve made your favorite meal, and afterward, we’ll talk about you becoming Luna.”

I pull back to see his face.

“So, you want me to be Luna?”

“Ivy. There’s nothing else I want more than for you to be by my side, leading, but there’s a lot to tell you about it.”

“But—”

Larc shakes his head.

“Later, little sprite.”

God, I melt when he calls me that, especially in his deep voice. It sends chills up and down my body.

We enjoy a glass of wine with our meal and discuss our day. Larc wound up going into town to fix some shelves in the store. The bakery owner stopped by and hooked Larc into a conversation, lasting longer than he expected because he wanted tonight to be special. While I tell him about my day, he keeps kissing me, stroking my hair; thanking me for my hard work. After cleaning up, we snuggle in the chaise lounge, sipping another glass of wine.

Larc starts the conversation.

“So, you want to be Luna.”

“I believe I’m ready, don’t you?”

He scrubs his hand down his face.

“I do, but it’s important you understand what it entails.”

“Standing by you, leading the pack.”

“Well, yes, and the traditional werewolf ceremony.”

“Why? You don’t think the pack will accept me?”

“Love, the pack loves you. You’ve even won over Kyle. It’s the ceremony itself I’m worried about.”

I place my glass down, straddle his thighs, and ask.

“I thought this was the plan.”

“It was. Is. When you came here so shattered by what Ben did, I hadn’t given it much thought. My focus was on you healing.”

“What about the ceremony has you worried?”

“All of it.”

Before I can say anything, he adds.

“Let me explain.”

Larc pauses to gather his thoughts and starts.

“This traditional ceremony has been around since the beginning of our existence. It cannot be changed.”

I nod in agreement.

“I’ll give you a short summary. Everyone will be at the ceremony, which takes place outdoors. We’ll have tiki lights planted all over the place and chairs facing a makeshift altar. Ellen is the pack ceremony officiator. She’ll say some things, we’ll remove our smocks, and we will be completely naked in front of the pack. You’ll lie down on the altar, more words will be said, and then my wolf will partly come out. Not all the way, but part of the way.”

“Like yesterday in front of the mirror.”

“A little more than that.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“I don’t want to scare you, but it’s important you understand all that’s involved. My fangs will extract, my cock will grow a bit, and then I’ll fuck you in front of everyone.”

I shift back to the chaise.

“Oh. That’s going to be uncomfortable. I mean, yeah, I’ve been naked in front of people for most of my life, and I’ve also fucked in front of others. Usually, I was drunk or on drugs, and even if I wasn’t, I blocked it out as it happened. Doing it in front of the pack, the women, people I know and love, is kind of…”

“Embarrassing?”

“Yeah.”

“This entire ceremony is taken seriously, so number one, none of the werewolves look at it as fucking. It’s the joining of leadership. Two, wolves are used to nudity and fucking. And three, the bite seals the deal.”

“The bite?”

“Yes. I’ll mark you while I’m fucking you by biting you here.”

He indicates the curvature of my neck and shoulder.

“It’s going to be excruciating, and on top of that, my cock will inflate at the base when I come, locking us together for some time.”

I squeak out.

“What? A bite and knot.”

“Yep! The knot is to ensure no semen escapes, so I can impregnate you. It can last up to thirty minutes. You’ll also bite me, too.”

The air is ripped from my lungs. Now I’m speechless.

“After hearing about it, do you think you can handle the ceremony?”