Semua Bab The Luna He Can’t Have: Bab 201 - Bab 208

When he turns to shoot me an apologetic smile, I breathe a little easier that it’s his deep green eyes I’m meeting, and not his wolf’s lighter green.“I know, I’m sorry for growling.”“It’s okay. I wanted to know whether Kier is coming back to the cabin after…” My voice trails off because I’m still not sure what happened back there. “His fight, I guess, with those shifters. Or if he’s going back to his cabin?”Marshall snorts. “It’ll be no fight, baby. When he learned those shifters had taken you, he was ready to kill me just for wanting to help.”“I don’t understand. How did he know? And how did he know to bring candles and firewood?”“He heard a howl, but he didn’t immediately recognize the wolf, but later he did. By the time he drove out, wanting to make sure you’d gotten home safe, it was the next day, and the fight was over. He found the truck on the side of the road and tracked us to this cabin. He said we were sleeping when he got here, so he headed back to his cabin to grab so

Marshall doesn’t have to ask what I want. It’s clear when I wrap my arms and legs around him and turn my attention to his throat.He buries his hand in my hair, gripping me and holding me there. “Fuck, I should stop you. I shouldn’t…”His voice trails off and ends in a growl as I trail a line of kisses over his throat.“Baby…” His voice is a husky growl, as needy as I feel.I nip his throat, and in response, he thrusts hard enough for me to lift my head and cry out. For a single breath, I don’t move as my stomach tightens, warning me how close I am to finding my release.Not yet.I peel my eyes open and kiss the spot on Marshall’s neck that I want to bite.Marshall’s grip on me turns almost painful. I lap at his pulse, and my wolf growls her pleasure at the taste, the scent, the feel of her mate. Already, before he’s even bitten me, he feels like mine.How can that be?My wolf refuses to let me ponder it for long. She growls again. Is surprisingly vocal about her desire, about her nee

After we make love in front of the fire and then later in the stream, we clean up the cabin and put the fire out before shifting so we can run back to Kier’s cabin.Along the way, we play a little, racing and wrestling in the quiet forest on what is a fresh and mild late morning. At least I think it’s morning. It could be afternoon, but since I’ve lost all awareness of time, I have no clue.But before long, we arrive at Kier’s cabin. Without us having to knock, Kier is swinging the door open, looking relaxed in a flannel shirt, black jeans, and bare feet.After Marshall and I shift and slip into sweats that Kier leaves out for us, I’m ready to go home despite his offer of a shower and a meal. Marshall isn’t eager to stay either, and it isn’t hard to work out why.Even though we’re mates now, Marshall’s narrowed-eyed stare if I venture too close to Kier gives him away, until I grab his hand and tuck myself under his shoulder. At that point, he stops glowering, not that Kier seems to no

Despite Kier saying he would think about coming to our mating ceremony, I’m not surprised when he doesn’t attend the midnight ceremony a few days later. Our brief meeting hasn’t left me with the impression he likes to be around people.Still, the night is as simple and as perfect as I was hoping. Marshall and I wear white. Him in a pair of white trousers and nothing else, while I’m in a plain white dress that hits my knees and my hair loose.The moonlight shines brightly overhead as, surrounded by our pack and family, Marshall and I invite the pack to share their joy with us as a newly mated pair.This is nothing like the moon-blessing ceremony that Talis and Dayne had. Those haven’t been popular in years. Decades. Or maybe in some packs they still are, I don’t know.But this version doesn’t involve me and Marshall having sex in front of everyone. This is the Blackshaw moon-blessing ceremony. An event where it’s as much about the pack celebrating the love and coming together of a newl