The Moon Chose Me Twice
The friction, the fear, the relief.
"Kaleb," I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders, drawing blood. "I’m close. I’m so fucking close. I love you so much."
"I’m yours, Charlie. Forever. Now come for me," he commands. "Let go."
He speeds up, his hips snapping, the movements feral in spite of the absence of his wolf.
I shatter.
My body clamps around him, milking him, pulsing with the force of my release. I cry out, the sound echoing off the cavern walls, raw and broken.