Hunter's Moon, Loribelle Hunt [story reading TXT] 📗

The orgasm seemed to start in her fingers and toes, worked quickly through her limbs, came to settle and explode in her womb. She trembled with the power of it, unable to stop herself from yelling out his name. Like that was a signal he’d been waiting for, he sat up and claimed her mouth. There was no other to way to describe it as his cock and tongue thrust into her in the same short, fast rhythm. He only broke the kiss to cry his release into the silent night.

After a moment, he lay back against the chair, pulling her with him. With her ear pressed against his chest, she could hear his heart pounding, his ragged breathing, and she finally realized this was a huge mistake. Yeah, there was a ton of sexual chemistry between them, but they got on each other’s last nerve in the best of circumstances. How was she going to deal with him now? Would there be constant references to this incident? No, he’d probably pretend it’d never happened. That should suit her just fine, but it didn’t. Damn, what a mess.

She rose, reluctant to break the quiet peaceful moment, but determined to get it over with. Like ripping off a Band-aid. Standing, she pulled on her underwear and skirt, struggled a bit with the zipper before he sat up, turned her around and helped.

“Where are you off to?” His smile was slow and sexy. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Her heart lurched in her chest at the words, but she refused to read anything into them other than a bit of lingering lust. It couldn’t be more than that. She didn’t have it in her to trust a werewolf with more than casual sex.

“I need a minute. To get cleaned up.” She was making up excuses to get away, knew by the way he narrowed his eyes that he knew it too. “I’ll see you back inside.” She hurried away before he could protest. She needed more than a minute or few to compose herself. She was afraid anyone who saw her now would know what had happened.

She almost got away. He had to put his costume back together, but it wasn’t long before she heard his quick steps behind her. She’d only made it as far as the porch when he stopped her with a hand on her elbow.

“Let’s get out of here. I want to talk to you. Alone, Gia.”

Damn. He had that hard undertone to his voice, the one he used when he refused to be denied.

“I promised Julian I wouldn’t leave. Give me a minute and I’ll meet you back at the party.”

She fled before he could stop her. She went straight to her old room. Julian kept it ready for her even though she’d moved out years ago, so when she walked into the tiny bathroom she found just what she wanted. Her fingers shook as she brushed out her hair, getting rid of the I’ve just been very bad and loved it look. She took several deep, steadying breaths before picking up the tube of lipstick. Anthony had kissed hers off and once reapplied she felt more like her old self.

Figuring she was about out of time, and he’d come looking for her soon, she returned downstairs but she still wasn’t up to facing him. She went into the office first, willing her heart to slow, wiping damp palms against her thighs and thankful for the distraction of the beeping fax machine.

When the page was printed, she picked it up and scanned it, her attention not really on its contents, which was a little disturbing. Since when had reports of rogue werewolves become blasé? Man, she needed a nice long vacation. The only thing of major interest to her in the report was the location. The rogue was suspected to be in the next town over, the town her mother had died in.

She left the paper on the desk and went to tell Julian. The party was in full campy swing when she returned. “Monster Mash” blared from the stereo, and humans and werewolves mingled in their costumes. A couple posed for pictures with a fake skeleton in one corner and others with the Dracula staged against the windows. She shook her head. It was hard not to grin at the silliness.

“There you are,” Julian said behind her right shoulder. She turned to face him.

“Here I am,” she answered, her smile slipping when she recalled why she’d been looking for him. “There’s a new report. I left it on your desk.”

He pressed his lips together. “Tonight is supposed to be about fun, not work. You remember what fun is, Gia?”

She shrugged. Had she ever known what fun was? Someone jostled her as he moved by, and she grabbed Julian’s elbow to steady herself while staring at the offender’s back. “I needed to decompress. Big crowd this year.”

She didn’t care for crowds. It wasn’t debilitating or anything, but she avoided them when possible. It wasn’t possible at Julian’s Halloween parties, though, and this year was worse than usual with the addition of the werewolves. She made the mistake of looking around the room. Not because she wanted to check Anthony out in that skin and muscle revealing outfit. No way. She just needed to know where he was so she could avoid him. But my oh my.

He had his back to her and had tossed the long red cape over one shoulder, leaving his back and his ass in clear view. She had the urge to sneak up behind and squeeze. Just to see if his glutes were as impressive as they looked.

“Your man is hot. Not as hot as mine, mind you, but damn, who knew Anthony’s been hiding that all these years?”

God, she was off her game tonight. Ellen was the second person to sneak up on her in the last ten minutes. She turned to meet the other woman’s