Finding the Orphaned Luna

A Meeting

Avery’s heart fluttered involuntarily as her body took a step towards the strange man in her living room of its own accord. What the hell did he mean mate? What was even happening?

Conley had finally reached her and stood just inches from her, taking her in. She could see that he was still deeply inhaling her. She finally looked up into his eyes, as he was much taller than her, and she was shocked at what she saw in them.

Desire. Thrill. And pure, primal instinct. She had a feeling that if she ran, he would chase her. And looking in his eyes, she wasn’t sure he’d have a choice. This was a man absolutely and completely ruled by instinct. He was just as much beast as man. Even though she supposed she should have panicked, she wasn’t in the slightest, and instead she really looked at him for the first time.

Conley was 6’2” to her diminutive 5’3”, so he absolutely towered over her. It didn’t help that he had the body of a Marvel hero. Or a dorito. EIther describe the broad, ripped shoulders and chest and the tapered waist. His arms were corded with years of training and hard muscle, and they were riddled with stretch marks, and his light olive skin was tanned from being outside.His hair was brown, streaked with red, and he had a bit of dark stubble covering his skin.She could clearly see the bulge starting to grow in his pants as he took her in the same way she was. She subconsciously sucked in a breath and bit her lip, the wetness between her legs growing and sliding down her thigh. She realized she was really breathing quite hard and her head was roaring. A voice, not her, was frantically repeating ”mate, mate, mate” in her head. He moved and suddenly, he had her pinned completely against the wall and was kissing her neck and groaning. She moaned without even knowing and pulled her arms free to wrap them around his neck.

Conley took her moan, and her arms as permission to go further. In seconds, the blanket was on the floor. He palmed her breast, running his thumb over her already piqued n****e. Then he pinched it, and she gasped. Soon, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and began sucking on her n****e, then her boobs, and then her other n****e as his hands wandered all over her body. She dug her nails into his back and pulled him closer, nibbling at his ear, drunk off of his completely overwhelming scent. She dragged her nails down his back and he growled, the noise causing her to clench her legs and bite her lip again, grinding into him. At this point she could certainly feel the hard bulge pressed against her, and the heat rising off of him made it no secret what his plans were. She almost started to undress him when she finally came to and pushed him off. He complied quickly, though she could tell it was hard for him, and she saw from the shame and lust on his face that he was afraid he’d gone too far, and he hadn’t been expecting his instinct to take over like that. He gave her one last long look that she felt barred open her entire soul, history, mind to him, and he took a deep breath.

Avery carefully breathed in order to regain her sense. She looked up at him.

“Before this goes any further, which I’m going to be honest, feels absolutely inevitable, can you please explain what the f**k is going on?”