Gypsy Moon

Chapter Eight: Aiden

. . . . . . (late June)

I didn't mean to say that so loudly. Thank the Goddess, Bryce was distracting the human girl. Rhys had popped up in my mind and just announced it like it was the most normal thing in the world, and then vanished. The pixie's eyes flashed with irritation. Okay, so the human girl DOESN'T know about shifters, that was going to slow things down.

"My name is Sinah Richmond, daughter of the White Moon Gammas." Her voice made me want to melt.

"White Moon clan? I thought I met all of the White Moon pack last when we passed through here last year." She seemed to understand my confusion immediately.

"I don't live with the pack, I've lived in town with Lilian for a year, since I'm pretty much human myself. I lost my wolf in an accident three years ago." Her explanation made sense, but I couldn't help but think I could have found her almost a year ago.

/:Greedy, you have the rest of your lives now.:/ Rhys seemed perfectly calm again. Mate found, mission accomplished, next step. /:By the way, your boss is looking for you and Bryce, since you missed the finale.:/ I did not want to deal with that right now, especially since I would be quitting now that I found my mate.

"I know this is sudden, but can we go somewhere to talk?" Bryce nodded to my statement; Mir must have passed along Rhys's message about our boss. The human girl, Lilian, looked hesitant. Rightfully so, we were complete strangers, but then Sinah spoke up before she could.

"We have a cab waiting for us, I just need my chair, we can talk at our place." Lilian looked surprised, and a little curl of pleasure went through me. So, taking guys home is obviously something she did NOT expect from my mate. Bryce presented Sinah's wheelchair with a flourish, and I gently lifted her off the table and into the chair. I had noticed her damaged leg when I had lifted her out of the wheelchair earlier, and I wondered if it was related to the accident she mentioned.

Bryce was being silly, spying out the door to make sure we had a clear shot outside without our boss spotting us. I could hear him humming a suspenseful tune to himself as he waved, indicating the coast was clear, and we followed Lilian outside. She stopped next to the cab I had picked up Sinah's scent nearby, and the cabby stepped out, recognizing the girls. He looked Bryce and I over with a raised eyebrow and turned to my mate and her friend with a question on his face. I stifled a growl at him, trying to remind myself that he was just doing his job, and Sinah glanced up at me. Her laughter was music.

"You told us to have fun, you didn't say we couldn't bring home souvenirs!" The cabby laughed and shook his head, reaching into the cab to pop the trunk. Lilian almost choked.

"Sinah!" Her face was shocked, and my mate just laughed again and levered herself onto her good leg and twisted to sit in the backseat.

"They are called surprise plans for a reason, Lilian." Sinah poked her little pink tongue out at her friend, and I wanted to kiss the dampness off her lips, to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. My eyes met hers and she flushed, pulling a growl out of me in pure lust. Her eyes widened and darkened.

Bryce was grinning at me like an idïot, leaning against the front passenger door. Lilian had gotten in the back seat next to my mate and he was waiting for me to get in behind the driver. Part of his amusement became apparent while I tried to fold myself small enough to fit behind the driver. I could FEEL Bryce's laughter as he slid easily into the passenger seat.

Sinah giggled and shifted around awkwardly for a few moments. I froze when her hands touched my thighs, biting my lip until she managed to get herself where she wanted to be. Which happened to be my lap. My breathing was ragged by the time she settled herself. I could barely process that I did have more leg room this way.

I was having a difficult time thinking about anything other than how nicely her body fit against mine. I was having trouble thinking at all. The only place I could put my hands was around her waist, and I almost didn't hear her breathy sigh past the blood pounding in my ears. I couldn't stop myself from lowering my head to her shoulder, closing my eyes as I let her sweet scent fill my senses, focusing on my breathing.

The cab ride was short, thank the Goddess, and silent apart from Bryce occasionally chuckling to himself. He was the first out of the cab when it stopped in front of the girls' apartment, opening the door for Lilian while the cabby pulled Sinah's chair out of the trunk. Bryce came around to my door, and Sinah raised her arms for him to lift her off my lap. He steadied her so she was standing on her good leg while I unfolded myself from the back seat and Lilian unfolded her chair. I know I pouted when Sinah chose to sit in her chair, I wanted to carry her just so I could be closer to her, but their apartment was on the ground floor and the way Lilian didn't offer to help her seemed significant suddenly.

I watched as my mate maneuvered her chair with ease. So, her leg wasn't a recent injury, it must have been from the accident she had mentioned. I caught Bryce looking at her the same way I was. Well, he was watching her navigate her apartment in her chair, I was undressing her with my eyes. He and I stood awkwardly in their small living room while we made a point of not listening to the rapidly whispered argument between the girls in their kitchen.

Bryce made an odd purr when he spotted something interesting to him on a shelf loaded with movies. I watched him play with a nearby DVD player and settle cross-legged on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen as the THX logo blared through the small room. I heard the girls quiet in the kitchen and listened to Lilian's footfalls approach us. I shrugged at her and pointed at Bryce, backing past her into the kitchen as the title screen came up. Last I saw, Bryce was patting the sofa next to him distractedly to her before I closed the kitchen door and turned to face my mate.

She was sitting calmly in her chair, little hands folded neatly in her lap, her slight blush giving away that she had been checking me out.

"What are they watching?" Her voice was huskier than the question warranted, and I gave her a careless shrug, trying to pretend I didn't notice.

"The Notebook? I don't know, I've never seen it." She rolled her eyes and pretended to gag.

"Oh Goddess, that movie is just the WORST." She turned her chair and wheeled herself down a short hallway. I followed without being told. I know Bryce probably picked the movie to give Sinah and me time alone. She must have picked that up as well, because she led me straight to her bedroom. I hesitated in the doorway, and she turned her chair to look at me.

"My leg is killing me. We need to talk, but I don't want to sit in this chair anymore." She glanced shyly at her bed, the only place in her room with space for two people to sit together. I swallowed hard when she lifted her arms toward me, clearly inviting me to transfer her to the bed.

I advanced as slowly as I dared, fighting the rush in my loins as I put my hands on her waist. Her arms slid around my neck and our faces were inches apart. I couldn't stop staring at her mouth, her little pink tongue flicked out and licked her lips nervously.

I groaned; I couldn't help it. I pulled her tiny body against my chest, crushing my mouth into hers. Her little hands gripped my hair, trying to find some way to pull me closer to her as she moaned into my mouth. We were both panting when I finally broke the kiss. She let her head roll backward from me and I took the opportunity to drop my mouth to her neck, drawing a line of kisses along her collarbone. She moaned and clung to me, shifting her good leg around my hip. I decided right then and there that we could talk later.

"Sinah?" My voice was a strained growl. She tightened her arms around my neck, and I could smell her arousal. My self-control was fighting a losing battle.

"put me on the bed." Her breath was hot on my ear when she whispered. I tried to set her on the edge of the bed, but she tightened her arms again and bit my ear gently. I was on top of her in the next second, kissing her like my life depended on it. I was afraid of hurting her, I was easily a foot taller than she was, and probably almost twice her weight. She must have picked up on my hesitation, because she squirmed out from under me and pushed me over onto my back. I pulled her on top of me, settling her hips against mine. Her little fingers trembled slightly as they roamed over my chest.

"i've never done this before." Her cheeks were burning, and she bit her lip when she looked at me. "i don't want to stop, i just..." I cupped her cheeks in my hands and gently pulled her to me, kissing her as softly as I could before folding my hands behind my head.

"Take your time." She smiled at the obvious battle I was fighting with myself to let her take control, and she began to explore my body timidly, her soft hands drawing electric patterns on my skin. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing, which became increasingly difficult as her caresses became bolder. Now, mind you, I was still wearing my costume from tonight's show, so not much of my body was protected from her roving hands.

When she pressed her bare breasts against my chest, my eyes snapped open. I hadn't even noticed her taking her shirt off, and the sight of her perfect, creamy breasts, with her perky, pink nïpples was my undoing. I flipped us with a deep growl, somehow managing to cast off my clothing without taking my mouth away from her breast. Her back arched off the bed, and she was moaning and panting under me. I heard fabric rip. I don't know if it was me or her that tore her skirt and panties off, but her naked body trembled beneath me. I settled between her legs, my entire body shaking as I paused at her entrance.

"This might hurt, I'm so sorry." She responded by sealing her lips against mine. My muscles shivered with effort, I'm not a small man, and she was very tight. She whimpered as I slowly, gently pushed past her barrier and I stilled, kissing her while she adjusted to the intrusion.

Her shy little hitch of her hips was all the encouragement I needed to start pumping into her slowly. Her rhythmic moans picked up our pace and I could feel her walls clenching around my shaft as her clïmax started to take her. I lost it when she cried my name out at the peak of her orgäsm, slamming my hips into hers as my own clïmax ripped through me. We passed out together, still entwined.

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