by SL
was running. The next thing I knew, I was staring up at the sky from
this damn hole in the ground." Derek gave a heavy sigh. "I guess it
could be worse, huh?"
"Yeah, it could have been worse, but I'm glad it's not." Her voice
drifted down to him. "Ah, here we go!"
"What?"
"I found a sturdy tree trunk. Now let's hope my knots hold. I must
confess, when I was a kid, I was a really lousy Girl Scout." She peered
down at him again, grinning.
"You? A lousy Scout? I seriously doubt that." He chuckled, gazing
up at her as he felt the tension of the situation lessen a notch.
"Heads up!" she called out, tossing the loose end of the rope into
the vast pit of leaves and dirt.
"Got it!" Derek shouted back, the rope drew tight. "I'm coming
up!"
* * * *
Glancing over the edge, she saw him straining, the muscles moving
under skin as he carefully attempted to gain footing against the crusty
side of the hole. Slowly, cautiously he moved up several steps.
"Take it easy," she gently coaxed. "You don't want to – "
Before she could finish her sentence, the dirt crumbled beneath his
foot, dropping him back to the bottom of the hole. He let out a harsh
curse.
"Derek! Are you okay?" Her heart was racing in her chest as she
peered over the edge in distress.
"I'm fine. It's just so damn difficult to climb up because I keep
losing my footing."
"Just hold onto the rope, then," she suggested, taking the rope and
gripping it tightly in her hands. "I'll help keep the rope pulled tight
while you climb. Now, try again."
"Okay, here I come!" he shouted back.
The rough texture bit into her palms as the rope pulled taunt. It was
like a twisted game of tug of war – them against the pit. She heard
Derek grunting accompanied by the shifting of dirt. Straining to keep
a tight grip on the rope, her heart fluttered as a dirtied hand rose from
the hole, grasping for something to hold onto.
"Here!" she cried out, dropping the rope to grab onto his hand. She
held on tight, afraid to let go. "Almost," she panted, her voice
quivering with a sudden rush of adrenaline mixed with fear. Megan
pulled on his hand as he scrambled against the dirt, struggling to get
free. Letting out an animalistic snarl, he came up over the edge and
lunged ahead with all his strength.
Toppling forward, Derek knocked her back. She gave a startled
grunt of shock as she landed on her back with his hot, sweaty body
pinning her to the ground. Too stunned to move, Megan lay still
beneath him, gasping for breath and tried to regain her focus.
The weight of his body pressed against her caused the heat to rise
within her body. A low moan escaped her lips as Derek shifted on top
of her. His skin against hers ... the delicious friction made her gasp.
"Oh! Are you all right? I'm sorry if I'm crushing you." He propped
up on his elbows and gazed down at her. His eyes twinkled in the
afternoon sun, golden-hued with tiny flakes of green.
She hadn't noticed the warmth of his gaze until that moment.
Reaching up, she brushed her fingers down his cheek.
"You're messy," she teased, smiling up at the handsome man
hovering over her. "But at least you're not injured."
"And I'd still be stuck in that hole, if it wasn't for you." He cocked
his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "That's another
one I owe you."
Megan drew a ragged breath. The heat was now in her veins. She
blushed, feeling the moisture gathering between her legs. "Y-you
don't owe me." She attempted to smile despite the sensations coursing
through her body.
"Well, may I at least give you a kiss?" he inquired, playfully.
Yes! An unconscious shrug of energy rippled from her, calling him
closer. A response that came from deep inside her. Derek's mouth
covered hers, the touch of his lips burning with white-hot desire.
Megan yielded. She let his mouth consume hers with its searing heat
as her senses reeled in sheer, undiluted lunacy.
The moon fever rushed through her like a wildfire and her body
responded. The sithech inside her was begging for more than a mere
kiss. A groan escaped her lips as Derek's mouth pulled from hers and
began kissing a hot trail down her neck.
Megan tossed back her head, exposing her neck to his lips, and
closed her eyes. She reeled in the all-consuming passion that held her
tighter in its embrace. His hard body moved against her, stimulating
every fiber of her being with the strong, natural aroma of sithech-
male. A dark scent of forest, man and wolf blended together and
aroused within her a primal desire ... the desire to mate.
As his lips swept over her collarbone, she gave a soft groan.
Encircling her arms around his shoulders, she drew him close. Lust
was overriding her senses. She didn't want to pull away. Even though
it was afternoon, the Samhain moon still held sway, washing over her
with full force.
She heard Derek groan as he urgently brushed his cock against her.
He was hard, rigid and eager. I want you, Megan. Please,
sweetheart? His velvety-steel member grazed over her thighs, seeking
out her inner heat. There was also tenseness in his body. Restraint.
He was holding off, waiting ... for her.
The fever had them both wrapped in its embrace. Megan trembled
beneath him. Her body was aching as the resolve within her melted
away. Scissoring her legs around his waist, Megan let out a wordless
sound and flipped him over onto his back in the bed of leaves.
* * * *
Startled by her sudden display of strength, Derek blinked, gazing
up into her smiling face. Megan straddled his thighs. The heat of her
sex radiated from between her legs. The sithech-blood rushed through
his veins, burning him with wild desire.
"Yes, I want you, too." She flashed him a feral grin, encircling the
base of his penis with her slender fingers. Just her touch was almost
enough to make him snap. Derek panted. Sweat covered his body as
he struggled for an ounce of control, but the beast within him was
screaming for release.
Megan's eyes widened with surprise. She sensed it too, the
unmistakable surge of pure, raw sexuality and power drawing them
together like magnets. Clasping her hips in his hands, he held her
steady over his cock. "Please, Meg. Now." His voice was ragged
with intense emotion.
Seated on top of him, Megan raised her hips and sank down onto
his shaft in a swift, fluid motion. Heat engulfed his entire body,
searing him to the core. His vision blurred as she moved over him,
her sex clutching his cock. Derek moaned and thrust upward into her
moist, hot body, matching her primal rhythm.
His lower body tightened, sensing every impulse of her sex as her
hips rocked and swayed. The pleasure mounted between them. Her
hands splayed over his chest and burned as hot as a brand, marking his
heart. He was hers. She was his. They were meant to be together ...
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there was no doubt.
With a cry of rapture, Megan's climax reverberated through his
cock. Her joy sent him over the edge, his hips wildly thrusting inside
her until he erupted. A tremor of happiness rippled through him.
Derek wrapped her in his arms, letting the bliss of the moment
envelop their souls.
* * * *
Every fiber of her being radiated from the intense pleasure of their
lovemaking. Megan lay motionless in the bed of leaves. Lazily, she
watched Derek rewind the rope, looping it over his shoulder.
"It's getting chilly. We'd better get inside and take a hot shower
before we catch a cold." He grinned down at her.
"Do we have to go?" She smiled up at him. Her heart fluttered in
her chest as he bent down, effortlessly scooping her up into his arms.
The firmness of his embrace and the delightful scents that lingered on
his skin were stirring her sex again.
"Yes." He sighed, glancing up at the sky through the canopy of
autumn foliage. "It's late afternoon and I'm hungry. Besides, wouldn't
you rather be indoors than out here rolling around on the ground?"
"That depends." She smirked.
"Depends on what?" he inquired, raising his eyebrow.
"That depends on who I'm rolling around with." Derek chuckled as
Megan contently leaned her head against the expanse of his chest.
They both fell silent, listening to the sounds of the surrounding
woods. Megan smiled, recalling their passionate encounter on the bed
of leaves. It had felt so good and natural. Then something deep
inside her clicked. It was if a piece of the puzzle had locked into
place, revealing a complete picture.
"Oh my god," she gasped, pulling her head from his chest and
gazing up at him in astonishment.
"What's wrong?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "You look like
you've just seen a ghost."
"Oh no, it's nothing like that." She shook her head. "I've just had an
epiphany!"
"An epiphany?" Derek stopped and gazed down at her, bewildered.
"Yes, I've suddenly realized why some sithech believe the Samhain
moon's a 'bad moon'!" She grinned.
"Well? Don't keep me in suspense, Meg." The afternoon sun
sparkled in his amber eyes as he gently put her feet back on the
ground. "You've got me curious."
Megan focused, recollecting her thoughts. "I realized what my
brother said about how the moon affects the sithech is true. Since
we're part wolf, and closely connected with the moon phases, it can
magnify our emotions – whether it's fear, anger, jealousy or lust.
When our emotions are amplified during the Samhain moon, it can
bring on 'moon fever'."
Derek stood with his hands on his hips, deep in thought. Then he
glanced over at her and nodded. "Yes, that makes sense. The other
night at the bar, I was pissed off and the beast emerged before I could
control myself. I wanted to tear MacDonald apart."
"See? Your anger was magnified by the moon! It sparked your
transformation and you lost control. That's what we call a 'bad
moon'." Megan grinned, reaching out and taking Derek's hand in hers.
"But I was thinking, if the moon can affect our sithech-blood in a
negative way, I believe it can affect us in a positive way, too."
He angled his head, smiling over at her. "I think I know what
you're talking about. I felt the 'moon fever' today in the leaves with
you. However, this time, it was different. Yeah, I was horny, but I
also think it amplified the feelings in here." Gingerly, he took her
hand, placing it over his chest.
Beneath her palm, she could feel the steady pounding of his heart.
Each beat sent a shiver through her naked body. The gravity of their
'moon fever' was more than lust ... it was something deeper and more
profound.
Love? Megan conveyed, unable to tear her gaze from Derek's
handsome face.
He slowly nodded. Yes, I feel the same, too.
Megan returned his smile. Then, he stepped close, narrowing the
space between them, and drew her back into his arms for a
breathtaking kiss.
CHAPTER 5
Megan was happy as they returned to the cabin for a quick meal
and hot showers, both of them now clean and momentarily satisfied.
She was a bit disappointed the shower stall was too small to share.
However, Derek insisted on making love to her at a more leisurely
pace after their showers. "Now that we understand the 'moon fever',
we can enjoy ourselves and not be so rushed." He grinned. "And I
fully intend to savor every inch of your body."
Freshly showered, she stood in the bathroom door wearing nothing
except a towel and a smile.
Despite the zesty scent of the soap, Megan could smell Derek's rich,
musky scent beneath ... the scent of a sithech-male in heat ... as he
drew close. Her body quickly filled with desire, which rose up her
spine. Her sex moistened in anticipation as she flashed him a cheeky
grin. "Oh? You still sound like a hungry ol' wolf to me."
"And, let me guess, you're Red Riding Hood, huh?" He winked,
suddenly sweeping her off her feet.
Megan squealed with delight. "Put me down, you big, bad wolf."
She giggled.
With a triumphant laugh, Derek deposited her onto the mattress,
sliding his naked body over hers. "I'm so bad, I'm good," he
whispered hotly in her ear. His husky voice was laced with pure, raw
sexuality.
"I know." She saw desire burning bright in his eyes. His was
controlling himself, but only just. His lips possessed hers, burning
through to her very soul. There was such passion in Derek's kiss it
melted away any doubts or fears she might have had.
The 'moon fever' rushed through her veins, but this time it was
different. Delicious heat warmed her body as Derek brought up his
hands, entangling his fingers in her hair. He consumed her mouth
with a rabid passion that spiraled through from one set of lips to the
other.
She moved beneath him, a low moan escaping, rumbling from the
back of her throat. If one could combust from just a kiss, Megan
thought for sure she would. No one had ever kissed her like this
before.
* * * *
Derek moved his kisses from her lips to the softness of her throat.
She tasted like soap and sex beneath his hungry mouth. Megan
exposed her neck, surrendering to him. The gesture stirred his heart.
With eager hands he roamed over her body, peeling away her towel.
She moved beneath him, the brush of her silken skin fueling his
desire.
His cock stiffened, responding to the call of her sithech and the
powerful tug of the moon deep within him. But this time, he felt more
assured as he cupped her breasts. Their creamy swells with
strawberry-colored peaks begged to be tasted. Derek gently suckled
her nipples until she was panting wildly.
"Oh, Derek!" she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. The
moon filled his being as he lowered his mouth, kissing over the
smoothness of her belly. The scent of her sex drifted to his
senses,
teasing him with desperation and need.
Derek darted his tongue down to the apex between her legs. Megan
spread her legs, her body quivering as she let out a low moan. Her
pussy was pink and slick with moisture. The musky scent enveloped
his heightened senses as his tongue swiped over her nether lips,
savoring the exotic tang of her arousal.
"Oh god, Derek," she gasped once more as he felt her entire body
tense with impending orgasm. An unmistakable raw cry filled the
room. Her body tensed above him. Waiting a moment until the
rapture subsided, he raised his head and gazed up at Megan.
She was lying back on the pillow, her rich, red hair fanned out
around her face with a smile upon her luscious lips. Megan glanced
down at him, her green eyes shining like emeralds. "I-I want you
now," she uttered, her voice low and slurred with heated desire.
Derek grinned, sliding his body up over hers, his cock rigid and
flaring as the heated blood boiled in his veins. Desperation overcame
him. Sliding between her silken thighs, he plunged into the moist,
yielding heat of her sex with one swift stroke. Derek's mind melded
with hers in wordless bliss. The intense merging filled his senses with
a thrill of white-hot passion.
* * * *
Megan let out a loud groan, opening to Derek's passionate fucking.
Her sithech-senses were overwhelmed by the heated connection
between them. She felt every inch of his cock as it plunged inside her,
filling her and fulfilling her completely. The tension crackled in her
veins as he totally possessed her.
Locking her legs around his hips, she matched his thrusts. This
time, it was Derek's turn to moan in response as she fully embraced
him. Face to face their bodies entwined, slapping together with
heated, vigorous strokes until her body tensed, sending her over the
edge. Megan closed her eyes, the orgasm rush through her, taking
Derek along with her into erotic exaltation.
* * * *
Megan sensed it was almost midnight, the witching hour, as the
moonlight beamed through the window of the small cabin. With a
grin, she rolled over on her side and looked out, marveling at the
beautiful sight. She was completely sedate and mellow. The evening
had been a happy blur since they'd returned to the cabin. Her thoughts
