Chapter 43

Luka’s POV

Things were going well for Cabel and me. I was getting tortured in Red Moon Pack history, and reading at a higher grade level. I wanted to be a good Luna and make Caleb proud.

However, as the full moon closed in on me, I became more anxious than ever before. With Nela awakened, my strength vastly improved, and having shifted a few times, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen on the full moon. I was freaking out a little.

On the night of the full moon, I paced my room. The mate bond to Caleb was seductive, stroking my every thought to be near him. I could hear his heartbeat in my ears. His scene was everywhere, dragging me under. There was an undeniable magnetism building between us. Could he feel it?

The night was warm. With my balcony door thrown open, I peered into the night sky. I was clear and beautiful. I pulled air into my lungs, trying to calm my pounding pulse. His scent was there. I leaned over the edge and saw Caleb sitting with a drink on the back patio.

I needed to be near him. Nela perked up and began to whine in my mind, crying sorrowfully to be near Caleb. To be near Logan. Mine, she snapped. Heat flooded my veins, no adrenaline. Nela was taking hold. I was going to shift. “Nela, what is wrong? You can’t just take over and force me to shift.”

Mine.

With my body stronger and healthier, I couldn’t control the power Nela willed. Energy vibrated around me, the mark on my wrists burned, and I shifted. Nela leaped from the balcony gracefully and landed without a sound.

She rushed for Cabel on the patio. When Nela pranced around the corner of the mansion, he slowly rose to his feet. Tonight, the moon was large and glowed brightly.

The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his perfect mouth. Nela sat and licked his face. Her tail was wagging wildly. He ran his fingers through her fur.

“Hello, beautiful. What has you so worked up? Is it the full moon?” She barked and licked him again. Her whole butt wagged now, excited to be with him, to Nela’s utter surprise, Cabel shifted, and Logan took hold.

Logan was a large, muscled wolf with a gray coat and a black face. His eyes glowed blue. The two wolves stood and then tore off in a run, chasing each other all over the grounds. Finally, with their energy spent, Nela lay down, Logan beside her. He licked her muzzle, and they rested their heads on each other in the grass under the moonlight.

After a time, they shifted back, and Caleb’s naked body was draped over mine. My skin was electric. Every sight move he made set my blood on fire. My sex heated, and I wanted to press my body into his.

He pushed his chest up and gazed down at me. I smiled shyly at him and turned my head. He gripped my chin and drew me back to him. We gazed at each other for a long while, saying things that there were no words for.

“Stay right here, just like that. Don’t move,” Caleb jumped up and sprinted toward the house. I roll to my side, watching him go. Every muscle in his legs were flexing as well as his upper body. His skin looked delicious in the moonlight. I wanted to touch every inch of that man. God, that man was sexy as hell. I rolled onto my back again and closed my eyes. I imagined him touching every part of me. I let out a heated sigh.

A moment later, he was back, throwing out a soft blanket and sitting down. I couldn’t deny the spark of excitement at the prospect of making love with Cabel.

He patted the blanket beside him. “Come, I need you.” He reached out a hand and glided me onto the blanket. His gaze devoured my body. I lay down and he pressed his body to my side.

I had saved myself for my mate. I never lied with another. Never placing myself in a position where another thought they could use me.

My body pulsed with need. He pressed his lips to mine, sending spirals of ecstasy through me. He quickly gathered me into his arms, holding me snugly against him, his hand moving gently down the length to cup my bottom. He squeezed, deepening the kiss.

I wanted him to take me. I wanted to be his forever. There was still a part of me that was holding back, even though my body betrayed me.

He trailed kisses down my neck and to my breast. He lifted me, and I arched into his kisses, my sex aching, heating, and getting wet from his touch. He suckled my breast, then the other.

“I have dreamt of you so many nights,” he said, fingers sliding down my stomach. Pulling at the back of my knee to open my legs.

Nervous, I swallowed and relaxed into him. His fingers played with the curls between my legs while biting my neck.

“You’re mine,” he said, in a husky possessive voice. The sound floated me with desire, and my sex coiled tighter.

He dipped a finger in between my legs, and I gasped. He groaned.

“Yes, I’m your,” I said on a gasp of pleasure.

“Yes, you are.” He sank another finger inside me and stretched my opening. It stung in all the right ways.

I ran my hands over his body. His erection was hard and resting against my thigh. Feeling bold, I reached down and stroked it. It was the softest thing I had ever felt. I couldn’t believe how hard it felt. I stroked it harder, and Cabel ground loudly. It excited me, and I wanted to hear him do it again.

He nipped at my lips. “You keep that up and things will end far too quickly.”

My body blushed. He slid over me, his hips waiting for me to open to him. I did happily, and his erection glided between my lips, and I cried out from the friction, sending waves of anticipation through me.

He kissed me deeply, stirring so much desire I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, he was at my opening pressing his shaft against my sex. He pushed harder and then lifted to look down at me. I pulled my knees up, making more room for him. He pressed again. I wiggled beneath him. Surprised, registering behind his eyes.

“Only me,” he whispered.

I nodded. “Only you. For now and always.”

He smiled down at me as if he had just won a prize. He pressed harder. I stretched around him, and my nails dug into his shoulder. There was a sharp pain, and he stopped moving, giving me a moment to absorb his size. God, that feels good. Instinctively, I began to rock, needing him to move.

He groaned and obliged me. Slowly, the tempo built, and I was panting, coiled so tight I thought I would come undone if he didn’t move faster. I rocked harder against him. Needed more and more. I felt myself rush high over the edge of a cliff and fall. Ecstasy consumed me. I cried out, and he pounded harder. Forcing the feeling of desire too high, I never wanted to come down. He poured himself into me, moaning and pumping slower. He collapsed onto me and we sat there breathing hard, bathed in moonlight. It was perfect.