W
hen she woke, the sun was high in the sky. She should have been chilled through, but her body was still heated, its core a radiator. She glanced around looking for Hawes, but she couldn’t see him. She was alone and she shivered at the realization. Had this been a nightmare? Had she dreamed the death of her professor, her trip to the underworld, her wild unfettered lust for a werewolf?
Her eyes grazed her body. No, this was not dream, whether she willed it to be or not. Blood mingled with semen on her legs, still sticky to her touch. Dried cum on her belly. Pain in her muscles, ones unused for fucking, between her thighs, the cheeks of her ass. Hands and knees scraped, her jaw aching from sucking him, her lips tender from his savage kisses. And the fear. The fear that was gone last night, welled up in her again. The Hunter’s Blood Moon was an aphrodisiac. It gave her strength, it made her great. Without it, she was… well… she was just Grace.
Except, even through the fear, the desire for Hawes still simmered. It was no longer overwhelming her. Her mind was back, teasing her pussy as she remembered Hawes’ body, his caresses, his maleness. She wondered if she could bring herself to orgasm now, ran her fingers through her folds, her sensitive clit shrinking from her touch. How many times did she come last night? How many glorious, dizzying times did she fall off that cliff? All her frustration, pent-up desire overflowed each time she orgasmed. It was maddening just thinking about it.
She looked up at the sky to reassure herself that it was daylight, that the Hunter’s Blood Moon was gone. That she was normal again. Maybe not quite her old self, but in control. The silence intruded on her thoughts and her eyes searched for Hawes. Where the fuck was he? She didn’t even know where she was. She struggled to her knees, every muscle in her legs protesting. She let the pain course through her, then ebb. Slowly, she stood, letting a wave of dizziness pass, making sure she was solid before taking a few faltering steps. “Fuck,” she said aloud. It seemed appropriate.
“Hawes,” she shouted into the trees. “Hawes, where are you?” She didn’t know what to do. Walk back? To where? She was disoriented, lost. And naked. The warmth she had when lying on the ground was rapidly dissipating. It was October, it was cold and she thought she was going to become hypothermic again. Then Hawes walked into the small clearing, dressed now, in jeans and warm jacket, leather boots on his feet.
“Where were you?” Tears seeped from her. “I thought you left me.”
Hawes’ eyes narrowed. Whatever happened between them last night, whatever desire they shared, had ebbed for him too. Last night he was her lover, careful and caring for her even through his dominance. Today he was a stranger. “I went to the cabin to get you a fur.” He held it out to her and she snatched it from him, wrapping herself in it. He approached her, gripped her bicep as he sniffed her. He grinned as he stepped back. “You have been well and truly fucked, mate.”
She didn’t smile. “As have you, mate,” she snapped. “And it’s over, right? We’re mated. We can stop all the bullshit?”
“It’s just started, Grace.” He brought his face to hers and mashed his lips to hers, sending a cascade of shivers through her. “Do you want me again?”
“No,” Grace said. But her breathing, her heart, her desire betrayed her. He told her as much as he pulled his hard cock from his trousers and fucked her upright against a tree. Hard, relentless until she came, screaming his name.