Page 67 of Moon Claimed

He took himself in hand again, stroking slowly, in time to the sliding movement of his finger.

Was he making this feel like sex on purpose? My need just slightly outweighed my embarrassment, but I wished he’d stop looking at me that way. Timing the movement of his hips and the push of his hand between my thighs.

Look away.

Pretend this doesn’t mean anything.

Because it didn’t.

Sascha crooked his finger.

Air seized in my throat. “It can’t.”

“What can’t, little bird?”

I choked on my words as he hooked his finger again.

“Yes, mate. Your body is mine to memorize and nurture. I will always give you everything you need. I’ll give you what you never knew you wanted.”

I needed what his finger could give me now.

I’d never admit that I wantedhimspecifically to fulfil that need.

A force so strong it almost scared me began to push upward from my core. A confused moan left me.

Sascha’s shoulders bunched as he moved both of his hands, and the sight of him pleasuring himselfwas the sight that began to unravel me.

“You’re close, mate,” he murmured.

I nodded, unable to speak. I could only beg him with my eyes not to stop.

Never to stop.

“Let go, mate.” His low voice rocked through me, and I was inwardly lifted and thrown into a place I could never return from.

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Ouch.

Fucking ouch.

Groaning, I moved my legs through the blankets tangled around my body. Someone had driven a battering ram into my sides.

One hundred and two times by the feel.

“You’ll be sore for a few days,” a honey voice said. “The first change isn’t easy.”

I wrenched my eyes open and sat.

Across my cabin—thank shitI wasn’t on pack lands—sat the man-beast who’d last occupied the space between my legs.

Very well if memory served.

I ran a hand through my hair. “What happened?”

“The part where you shifted alone, then I found you, and we nearly entered the heat? Or the part where you passed out from the best orgasm of your life?”

Yeah,that was 2000 percent gloating.