by Selena Scott
“Ida,” he said, making her jump with how close he unexpectedly was to her at that moment. “What exactly are you doing?”
Seducing you, driving you wild, hopefully making it so you’ll never forget me. “Dr. Durant said that I should do my best to distract you.” She said it with a straight face, stepping into the hot spring. “I’ve found no better source of distraction for you than me being naked.”
She didn’t turn to see if her tactic was effective because she didn’t have to. Approximately four seconds after she’d sat herself down in the hot pool of water, he was right there next to her, naked as a jaybird, his clothes in a pile on the ground. She bit her lip to keep from laughing while her heart declared victory.
He slid into the hot water, right up next to her, not hesitating in pulling her close. Her legs slipped perpendicular over his lap and they both tipped their heads back, watching the sky darken and the leaves tremble in the light breeze, the air chilling every place that wasn’t under the water.
“I have a relationship rule,” he said in a low, quasi-grumpy voice.
“Shoot.”
“No saying Dr. Durant’s name while you’re naked.”
Ida laughed, her eyes still on the sky. She just loved how irritated it had made him that she’d obviously found Jackson Durant to be attractive.
“There’s so many trees obscuring the sky,” she noted. “How will we know when the moon rises?”
He chuckled humorlessly. “Oh, I’ll know.”
“Without even seeing it?”
He pulled his head back from where he’d been resting it against her hair and gave her a droll look. “I’ll know the second the moon rises. In every molecule of my body.”
“It hurts?” she asked quietly.
“Not quite,” he sighed. “It just feels bad. Like every part of me wants to go in a different direction. My heart races. My mouth goes dry. I feel panicked and just… wrong. It goes on for hours.”
“What’s a shift like on a regular full moon for you? How does it normally feel?”
“Good,” he answered immediately. “Different than for most shifters, I think, because they’re going from their human forms into their animal forms and generally, when I shift on a full moon I’m going from wolf to human. It’s whatever your non-dominant form is that you’re compelled to shift into.”
“What’s it like?”
“It feels energizing and tingly and clear. Everything comes into sharp focus. I feel my tongue in my mouth, my hands stretching, my muscles pulled and changing. It just feels good.”
“It sounds kind of sexy,” she murmured, blushing a little bit. “Orgasmic.”
“I’ve never really thought about it that way before,” he said after a minute. “But then again, before I met you I wasn’t spending very much time thinking about orgasms.”
He nuzzled against her neck and she was more than pleased to feel his thick erection against the back of her leg. She thought her plan of distraction was going quite well indeed.
“The moon’s almost up,” she told him, kissing his neck just below the ear, relishing the rasp of his stubble against her lips. “Does it feel bad yet?”
She deliberately let herself float forward and planted her ass on top of his erection, the heat from the water nothing compared to the burning imprint his cock made against her skin. His hips started to move below her.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
Ida framed his face with her hands and just looked at him through the blue of the evening light. It hit her right then how much of a mistake this was, to trap herself alone with him in the woods. With the moonlight and the fresh-damp smell of soil, the sounds of the creek, a big warm bed waiting for them in the tent. And him. His gigantic, gorgeous, dangerous body spread out beneath her, his head tipped back, water droplets on his eyelashes, hers for the taking.
She was going to fall in love with him tonight. She just knew it.
How could she have been so naive? She should have taken him to a crappy motel near a truck stop. Somewhere gross and unsexy. Instead, she’d practically put a rose between his teeth and tied a Christmas ribbon around his dick. She’d never stood a chance.
His blunt erection pressed into the softness of her ass as he watched her mouth, his hands at her hips, obviously waiting for her to make the next move. And that sort of killed her too. As zealous and rude as he was, he was so freaking respectful of her, never wanting to push her too far.
What’s done was done, she decided. She’d made her bed. She’d dragged this sexy-ass man out into the sexy-ass woods and all of it was for his own good. So she wasn’t going to balk now, not simply because she’d realized, once again, how close she was to loving him. No. Her job tonight wasn’t to cower in fear. It was to make this even a little bit easier for him.
She put them both out of their misery. Leaning forward, Ida sipped from Phoenix’s mouth for just a moment before she leaned back. His eyes already closed into the kiss, he leaned forward mindlessly, chasing her back.
She didn’t let him catch her. This was part of the distraction. Keep him on edge, keep him focused on her.
His eyes fluttered open when the kiss didn’t continue. Ida leaned forward again, poised her mouth just a half an inch from his and pressed slightly down with her hips against his erection. He grunted and again tried to catch her lips. She didn’t let him.
His hands tightened on her waist and she removed them. Set each one on the rocks beside him, stretching out his lovely, impressive wingspan. Spreading him out for her. He was so beautiful it hurt. But she refused to think about that now.
Again she moved her butt against his dick and leaned forward, breathing his air. He lunged, trying to catch her in a kiss and she danced back, a smile on her face. His eyes were half lidded and mildly frustrated, needing her. She was frustrating herself as much as she was frustrating him, but she didn’t stop playing the game.
She licked her lips and his eyes followed the movement. He licked his own lips and again tried to catch her in a kiss. She danced back from him, this time off his lap and stood rib-deep in the hot spring. If he’d moved his arms, he’d have been able to catch her, but he seemed to understand the game without her having to explain it. His hands clenched into fists as his arms stayed pinned open.
Ida couldn’t believe the look on his face. Had any man on earth ever looked at another woman like that? Like he wanted to do primal, unspeakable things to her. She thought of the other men she’d dated. Hair gel and taxes and dental cleanings and tailored shirts and careful workouts at the gym. There was nothing wrong with those things -in fact, they were all things she was planning on teaching Phoenix- but she saw now, with stunning clarity, that they had no place whatsoever in the bedroom.
Because Phoenix seemed utterly devoid of his human side right now. His teeth were bright and glinting in the moonlight, his eyes feral, his nostrils flaring. He looked like an animal that was as likely to drink her blood as he was to fuck her. Maybe both at once. Shit, why did part of her totally want that? She wasn’t into cavemen. She didn’t want to be dominated and mastered. But she wondered now if he knew how to have sex in any other way.
He still only knew of the that one position in which to have sex and they hadn’t watched any other porn together beyond that first time. She got a flash now of what he’d be like, rutting behind a woman, feral, direct, guided purely by instinct and primal desire.
Yeah. She really wanted that.
She didn’t want the slightly awkward missionary of her past, the occasional -tentative- hair pull that she and her former partners had fully gamed out pre-sex. She wanted Phoenix to unleash himself on her. She wanted to experience him. Fully.
Ida bit her lip as she stared at the man in front of her. Her hands pressing against her cheeks for a moment before she slid them down to her neck, and then to her breasts. Tentatively, watching his riveted gaze, she weighed her breasts in her hands.
His nostrils flared and she could see him disturbing
the water with the slight thrust of his hips, trying to find a comfortable position, she was sure to no avail.
She pulled gently at her own nipples, a moan breaking through her lips without permission.
He looked ready to drink her down like the freshest water.
She dragged one of her hands down her belly, underneath the water line, her lip still caught in her teeth. His eyes darted from the hand over her breast and the hand that had disappeared under the water, obviously conflicted about where he wanted to watch the most. But when Ida found the promised land, and her head dropped back in pleasure at the feel of her own heat, Phoenix was no longer conflicted. And he was apparently no longer playing keep away.
Because there he was in front of her, water streaming down his chest, his hands grabbing her hips and picking her up so that her legs had no choice but to twine around his waist. He stepped forward until she was pressed up against the far side of the hot spring. Her back grinding into the soft bank of the river, an unexpected stone or two, but she didn’t care. Because she was opened to him, her fingers tugging at his hair, his hands trapping her to his body and then -yes- his mouth took ruthlessly from hers.
In the past he’d always matched her kisses, her pace. This was not like that. He drank from her mouth, his tongue pushing everywhere. His teeth tugged at her lips, her head tipped back and pinned for him. His body a hot band of muscle smashing her into the riverbank. She’d never in her life experienced being wanted like this before. It was alarming and thrilling and she wanted more of it. She wanted to lose herself in it. Drown in it if she could.
She clawed at his shoulders, smashing her wetness against his lower belly. She didn’t have an inch to move in any direction, but when she started wiggling, his pressure against her eased and she suddenly found herself sliding along his slick body.
His cock, which had been pressing into the cheek of her ass, was suddenly pinned between them, Ida’s pussy pressing flat against it. She cried out and he made a low, growling sound, his eyes finding hers, dark lightning spearing through him.
He opened his mouth to say something -something that would wreck her, she was sure- but then he stiffened, his eyes slamming shut and every muscle in his body going completely rigid.
For a moment, she thought he might be coming, but then he released her gently and stepped away, his palms pressed hard against his temples, his body doubling over and Ida realized that this wasn’t pleasure. No. This was pain.
The moon had risen.
***
Phoenix had never hated the moon more than he did at that particular moment. Right at the first touch of Ida’s perfect pussy to his dick, the useless moon had to rise and tear him away from her.
He felt like every part of his body was strung so tight he might shatter. He wanted to scream, to black out, to run a hundred miles in one go. Short grunts were leaving his lips and the spring water at his waist started to seem cloyingly, smotheringly hot. Meanwhile the chilly autumn air against his face and chest was piercingly cold. He grunted again and realized his body was screaming for the air that he seemed incapable of providing it. His chest needed to rise. It needed to fall. But how could it when he was trapped in time like this?
He stiffened against the warm hands that landed on his shoulders. God. Ida was here. Witnessing this. He’d thought that having her around would make this easier, but now he realized how foolish a thought that had been. He didn’t want her to see him like this. He was weak and out of control, whereas just moments before, he’d been strong and hot and about to pleasure her beyond anything she’d felt before.
The loss of that energy was almost as debilitating as the zinging discomfort his inability to shift was wringing out of him.
But she didn’t leave him alone. Instead she flattened her soft, precious self against his back, her chin tucking over his shoulder. “Breathe, baby. You have to breathe.”
She took slow, long breaths in his ear, asking him to breathe with her. He did as she asked. Deep breath in, open-mouthed breaths out. They did this for a long time, with her clinging to his back, her hands moving up and down his arms until his palms fell from his temples.
She was gone for a moment and then suddenly, there was a water bottle at his lips, the cool water heaven as it slid down his throat. Next, she was leading him back down into the water, his freezing cold chest grateful for the heat.
She sat behind him, guiding him so that he reclined against her soft body like she was an armchair. Her hands, surprisingly strong, kneaded at his shoulders and neck, even rubbing his ears and jaw and scalp.
She moved down to his biceps next, one arm and then the next. His forearms and wrists and hands. When he thought she must be exhausted, the massage had been going on for so long, she tucked him back into the river bank, the grass tickling at his neck, and started in on his chest.
She rubbed the muscles in his pecs, kneading underneath his collar bone. He grumbled and he could feel her smile even though his eyes were closed.
He tightened up again as she lifted one of his legs up onto her lap. “Deep breaths,” she reminded him.
He did as she asked and breathed deeply. She massaged his calf and then his feet. Giving the other leg the same treatment. Next she slowly worked her way up to his thighs, working each and every muscle with surprising strength. Her patience and kindness didn’t surprise him though. This was Ida he was talking about. The sweetest person he’d ever known. The most selfless. The one who made it her mission to make him see the good in the world. And how much good she had to show. The thought filled and expanded within him like a light, like his own personal sun in his chest.
Ida was good. This was what it felt like to be loved. Truly loved. He was certain of it.
The heat in his chest, combined with the massage, the hoot of the owls, the wind in the leaves, the soothing trickle of the creek, the heat of the water, all of it worked in unison and then, for a moment, Phoenix felt the way he usually felt during a full moon. He felt the strength of his shift inside of him. He felt his wolf, close to the surface. He knew he wasn’t going to shift tonight, that much was clear. But he suddenly wasn’t undergoing all the deeply stunted discomfort from before. No. He felt … good.
And maybe it had something to do with her hands on his thighs. His cock stirred. He felt really good.
He moved his arms through the water and grasped her around the waist, gently pulling her forward until she straddled his hips, his cock pressing into the soft cheek of her ass again.
“You’re the sweetest woman of all time,” he told her, that energy coursing through him, his body still lazily relaxed from her massage.
Her eyes flared. “I just want you to feel good.”
More blood pumped into his dick. There just really was something about a sweet, soft, willing woman saying that to a man.
“You want to take care of me, Ida?” he murmured, his lips teasing over hers.
“Yes,” she whispered immediately. “Anything you need.”
“You’ll give me anything I need?” His arm, braced around her hips, started to rock her back and forth against his erection.
“God, yes,” she gasped, letting her head drop back, her hands gripping his shoulders.
But he didn’t want her mouth out of reach. He laced his fingers through her hair and brought her mouth to his, he kissed her deeply, not as forcefully as before, but just as demanding. He opened her completely to him, his tongue touching every surface in her mouth, drawing her into him.
He wasn’t sure if it was her or him who moved but suddenly her slick-hot pussy was slipping along the length of his cock, almost to the tip, before she eased back down, resting at his base. He tugged at her waist, she rolled her hips, and they did the move again.
Their kisses were long and drugging and messily slow. His arm, tight at her hips, dragged her up and down his dick, teasing them both into rough breathing, stars in their eyes, the night narrowing down to just the two of them. Nothing else. Not the moon in the
sky, not even the oxygen in the air. It was just them. This moment, this feeling between their legs.
Every time her pussy met the head of his dick, she tipped her hips down and ground down a little bit. She was playing with her clit, he realized. She’d taught him about that particular part of her anatomy and Phoenix had to say, he was a major fan. Up to now, it had been his fingers or mouth pleasuring her clit, but he wondered now if he could do it with his cock. His arousal spiked at that idea.
He started working her faster over him. She was gasping into his mouth, her lips between his teeth, her fingers biting into his shoulders. The moon energy was bursting stars in his veins, or maybe that was just Ida, that was just what it felt like to be this close, this connected with the woman he—
Loved.
There was no doubt in his mind that he loved her. She’d brought him back to life. She’d shown him the beautiful parts of the human world. She’d magicked away his pain and now she was gifting him with the most pleasure he’d maybe ever felt in his entire life. This was love in its most primal, most desperate form and he wanted more. He wanted it all. He wanted all of her.
She was trembling against him and this time, when her pussy ground against the head of his dick, she tipped her hips forward, just a little bit more and for a glancing second, caught him inside of her. He ripped his mouth away from hers and made a rough, breathless noise. A thought occurred to him.
“Humans have sex like this? In this position?” They’d never gotten around to watching more porn, so he was certain there was still a great deal he didn’t know.
Ida bit her lip and nodded her head, her eyes half lidded, looking almost delirious with pleasure. She did it again. She slicked herself up his length, ground her clit against the head of his dick and then tipped forward, slipping him inside a half an inch before she was sliding back.
Now Phoenix was genuinely seeing stars as each time she slid up his length she let him inside just a tiny bit. God, he wanted it. To be inside her. And in this position? His mind was sort of blown. Her sitting in his lap, his cock spearing into her from below. It hadn’t even occurred to him that she would like this, but now he could fully see why she would. If she took him inside like this, he could touch her clit and suck on her breasts. He could kiss her mouth while they had sex.
