Blood moon

Are you an alien?

Andrea knew it was a bad idea to take him home, but she still followed her instincts. The walk home seemed extremely short to her, the air around her seemed to feel warmer being in his arms. He had given her his jacket, but she thought she wasn't warm enough to drape her arm over his shoulder, letting his lotion fill everything.

—What lotion do you use? — It seemed to be a mixture of forest essences with something stronger that he couldn't identify, it was something masculine, attractive.

—Lotion? Those things are for humans. I don't like them— his words seemed funny to the girl's ears. Who was talking like that? Were you an alien?

—Are you of another species? —Although the words were spoken with grace, the man's smile did not reach his eyes. His sharp gaze was analyzing the woman's expressions. —You might be surprised at the answer.

They had no idea of the uncertain future that was waiting for both of them. As soon as they were preparing to leave the bar, the group of men had left them. They all thought it would be a long full moon. It was not the first time something like this had happened. Hunter did not rule himself out for being the most devoted son, the reproachful comments would come to them loud and clear as soon as they were transformed by the leader of the pack. The whole family should be united for the seasonal changes. It has been a tradition for many generations.

—Are you an alien? He brought his mouth close to her ear, brushing the tip of his nose against her ear, making her skin crawl.

—I'm something supernatural— his tone was low and more guttural when he said that last one. Andrea thought his uncompromising voice was no joke, but the unreal sense of peace she had at his side made her feel confident.

—Yes? — They had arrived by the time he made that statement. She leaned against the door and the space between them was almost non-existent, they could hear each other's heart beating, their eyes clinging together.

—That's right— his hand caressed her waist. She raised her head until it was in the hollow of his neck, sniffed that masculine fragrance, wanting to cling to it, thinking how different it was with her ex-boyfriend, scented a strange security, as if she could hold onto them and everything bad that could ever happen, would never happen. Andrea felt this strange instinct of comfort in him, especially settled against his chest.

—Do you mind? —That astonishing confidence took her breath away.

—Even if you were a fairy, I couldn't care less —he commented. He had a chuckle as he let his lips brush her skin like a soft caress. As he reached out his hand to find the doorknob of her house, he turned weakly to open the door. His hands were shaking a little and he couldn't coordinate to put the key in correctly because he felt embarrassed about doing this with a stranger.

—I'm sorry— she said to the air, feeling like she was ruining the moment. For his part, the alpha beside her found her deliciously charming, it was refreshing that he could make her feel that way. He put his hand on hers to give her more stability.

—You have nothing to be sorry for, because I brought you home safe and sound— that was like a bucket of cold water for Andrea. She couldn't believe they were flirting like that and he was just going to let her go like that, she wanted to know much more about him, especially in a horizontal position. As if he had something she desperately needed, she turned and took his chin to join their souls in a passionate kiss.

She could hear his gasping in the dark, then she bit his lower lip. He groaned and staggered in the darkness, taking her with him to a nearby wall, she was barely conscious when Hunter used his foot to close the door. He surprised her by taking her legs to lift her up and encircle her hips. She felt his sweet, minty breath as he rested his mouth on her lips. She moaned again, undulating her body in a sensual surge against his chest, letting him know through the thin fabric of the garment that her n*****s were already stiff waiting for his touch to be relieved. With her legs wide open. He could feel the scent of her arousal hit him as hard as a gunshot. Hunter felt trapped by that intoxicating warmth she was offering him.

Oh, my goodness! He couldn't even remember the last time he felt that way. In the darkness Andrea stared at him as if she could see the depth of his soul and wanted to absorb it. She wiggled her hips dangerously against the bulge growing between his pants, making her pulse soar, feeling the heat exploding in her body. He had not been able to take a step towards another place, because he feared he could not contain himself. Hunter thought he had to restrain himself. The girl had a difficult night, he could not just take her to the corridor of his house. He was a young wolf, he could control his instincts, but when Andrea's tongue ran along his jugular following his pulse, he thought it was too strong a temptation. He let out a groan aloud.

—You don't have to take me to bed— his teeth grazed her earlobe. Game Over, he thought, his hands clutched at her windbreaker, trying to pull it off her shoulders.

He yanked the garment off, and when it fell to the floor with a thud, she giggled with satisfaction. Andrea slipped her tongue inside his mouth. His tongue met hers in a frantic duel before he withdrew his face from hers, then descended with his tongue to her neck. This time, when she pushed her breasts up, he slid a hand under the thin T-shirt and roamed the soft, warm skin. Her belly was flat, and he slid his palm over it, feeling the space between her hip bones.

Eager to know the rest, he removed her garment and tossed it aside. Her bra was light in color, and he ran his fingertips along the edges before cupping her breasts with his palms, which he covered with his hands, feeling the hard buds of her n*****s under the soft satin.

—Hunter— moaned his name.

The man could barely pass saliva, bit down on the front clasp of the bra. The mechanism popped open. He kissed one of her n*****s, taking it into his mouth. As he sucked, he shifted his body, settling it against the wall, he wanted to kiss her mouth again, he had his members ready to explode and his body trembling with the urgency of possessing her. She was beyond delicate and subtle with the moon rising and arousal building up in her body, so she worshipped her breasts with her tongue. She felt something explode in her head as her scent hit her in a fresh wave, then she could make out something that left her legs weak. It was the unmistakable smell of the onset of ovulation. She wondered why she hadn't been able to make it out on the street or in the bar before, but now that it was so close to her skin, she knew there was a chance that if they did it now, she might end up pregnant.

When he was about to say something, she insisted on pulling his shirt off over his shoulders, leaving his chest exposed. When she leaned back down, her breasts brushed against his rock chest and her body shuddered beneath him. She hoped he didn't notice the scars covering her stomach, most of them she had gotten during her initiation fighting for her place in the pack.

—Where? — it was hard for him to understand what he was saying because the word was so slurred from deep in his throat.

—Left— Andrea could barely articulate. He did his best job of keeping them upright as they crossed the hallway, without losing focus on the n****e between his teeth. It took him a few stumbles to get through the door to the left. He entered the room hoping to find the bed as soon as possible. He staggered onto the bed and fell, pinning her under him.