Blood Moon Sin

Ashton's POV.

His heat was overwhelming but I didn't run. Instead,  I took a step forward, my arms gently resting on his bare chest. "Hey." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Stay with me."

His head lifted. Even behind the warrior's mask, I could see how hard he was trying to hold on. His jaw tightened, breath dragging through his teeth like he was swallowing fire.

"Go," he rasped. "Run."

"I'm not running." 

"You should be afraid of me."  He pushed my hands away.

"I am.." I said honestly. " But i'm still not running."

His expression changed after I said that. I didn't understand what pulled me closer, but I could feel my wolf restless inside. I took another step toward him. Then another.

He growled... low, fractured, warning. "Don't."

"There's a way to stop this," I said. "The old history book in my packhouse... I saw something... something similar to this... The Aurion Frenzy."

He growled again. "Too much talking," his voice raised. " How would your old history book help?"

He moved away from me and crouched by the rocks.

"Moon wolves and sun wolves aren't meant to be near each other," I continued. "But under a Blood Moon, the rules break... A moon wolf's energy can pull a sun wolf back from the edge... This frenzy," I stopped in front of him. "My cold against your fire... I can reach you, but I have to be close," my eyes stayed on him.

His chest heaved. "How close?"

I didn't answer with words. Instead my knees hit the ground in front of him and placed my hands on his large shoulders.

The heat was searing. It felt like pressing my palms to a forge. I hissed through my teeth but didn't pull back. The blue light I had felt earlier... the one that bloomed under my skin without warning, it stirred again.

He went rigid under my hands. I felt it... the frenzy, massive and hungry, pressing against the thin wall of his control. And beneath it, something else. Something that recognized my wolf the same way I recognized his.

I have to pull him back, before he's far gone. "Look at me," I said. "Only at me."

His hands came up and wrapped around my wrists. Not cruel. Desperate. Then he raised his head, fixing his gaze on me. The gold in his eyes cracked wider.

For a long moment we stayed like that. His fire... my cool light, pushing against each other, then slowly, achingly, beginning to balance. 

It was working. He was starting to get calm. But then the frenzy surged suddenly.

A sound tore from him that was more beast than man. His control snapped like a rope pulled too tight.

"It's not working," I whispered. "This would not work... We need to be closer than this."

Before I could think, he moved, shoved me, and both of us fell. My back hit the cold floor, his weight above me. His burning forehead dropped to mine, and his breath ragged against my mouth.

"I can't..." His voice broke. "I can't stop it. I'm sorry. I'm..."

"I know." My wolf was no longer afraid. He was pressing forward, certain in a way I had never felt from him before. A pull I couldn't name and couldn't fight drew the word out of me before I had decided to say it. "It's alright."

He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes searched mine with a desperation that had nothing to do with the frenzy anymore. "You'll be hurt."

"I'm already in a cave, in enemy territory on a Blood Moon night," I said. "Hurt is relative."

Something that might have been a laugh broke out of him... brief and startled and gone immediately. His thumb grazed my cheekbone. Careful. Like I was something he was afraid to break.

"Tell me to stop," he said. "Say it, and I'll find another way to die."

I looked at him... this massive, masked stranger who had killed three Crescent wolves for a lonely moon omega he had never met, and I said nothing.

He kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It couldn't be. The frenzy was still in him, still burning, and the kiss tasted like smoke and something wild that called to the part of me I had always been told was broken.

His hands mapped me like he was memorizing something he knew he wouldn't be allowed to keep, and the blue light under my skin flared bright, flooding outward to meet his fire.

Where his heat should have scorched me, it didn't.

He stripped away my tunic, bracing his heavy frame above me. His large hands gripped my hips as he drove his thick, veined dick fully inside me in one deep thrust.

A sharp gasp caught in my throat, stretching me completely, but the expected pain never came. Instead, an overwhelming wave of sweet, intoxicating heat flooded my senses. 

A low moan escaped my lips, echoing off the damp cave walls.

If anyone found out, I would be charged and killed for betrayal.

But as he pulled back and drove into me again, harder, deeper, that fear shattered into nothingness. Nothing mattered but the weight of him. 

With every heavy, punishing thrust of his dick, I could feel the suffocating heat reduce, absorbing into my own cool essence.

My blue light flared beneath my skin, wrapping around his scorching fire, taming it, soothing him from the inside out.

The madness of the sun-frenzy made him wild, his movements relentless, forcing the breath from my lungs until I could barely breathe.

My fingers dug into the thick muscle of his massive chest, anchoring myself to him as he kept riding me.

Desperate for more of his heat, my legs lifted, curling tightly around his waist to lock him against me. I dragged my hands over his sweating chest, sliding them under his arms and finally resting them flat against his broad back, feeling the violent tremors of his muscles slowly begin to ease.

His lips traced a path up my neck, hot against my skin until it found my ear. He breathed out a ragged, broken sound into it and damn... it felt good.

He fucked me faster and faster, and finally, a loud, shattering groan filled the cavern. His entire body locked up, his muscles turning to granite beneath my hands as he  reached climax. I could feel his thick, warm seed flowing inside me.

He collapsed against on my body, resting his heavy head on my shoulder. I mapped his back with my fingers, tracing the rigid lines of his spine until I could feel his ragged breath balance again.

He fell asleep quickly. I stared at the cave wall and tried to understand what had just happened. I should have been frightened. His arm tightened around me without waking. Even unconscious, he held on.

"Don't feel this," I whispered to myself. "Don't remember this... This was survival and that's all."

But the warmth at my back said otherwise. I closed my eyes.

Outside, the Blood Moon began to fade. I told myself I would leave before he woke. The herb was still safe in my tunic pocket. El was still waiting.