Blood Moon Harvest (Seasons of the Moon) by SM Reine Read Free Book Online Page A

She looked at him.
    Are you okay?

    That was what she meant to say. But that wasn’t what she wanted to say.
    She wanted to ask him if it was okay to leave with Seth. Like she needed his permission.

    There was a disconnect somewhere between her brain and her mouth, and instead, all she could say was: “I’m sorry.”
    Abel responded by grabbing her shoulders, dragging her into the room, and slamming the door shut.
    He shoved her into the wall, and her back hit hard enough to dent plaster. His hands captured her face. She clung to his shoulders, unable to trust her ability to stand, but the burning brand of his fingers held her suspended.
    And then they were kissing.
    His mouth crashed over hers. He tasted like blood and meat, and it was so deliciously animal that her wolf rose to meet him.
    Abel’s hands were everywhere—on her shoulders, lifting her hips, spreading her thighs. He pushed himself between her knees and all she could do was hang on as he crushed her to the wall with his chest and hips.
    Her wolf should have been angry that he would manhandle her. That he would be so presumptuous as to take charge.
    But it was happy .
    It was Abel who shoved himself back, stumbling away from Rylie and leaving her suddenly cold.
    She almost fell over, but caught herself on the end of Levi’s bed. Abel glared at her from across the room, breathing as hard as if he had just been running.
    The reality of what she had done sank in.
    She had kissed Abel.
    And the worst part of it was that it didn’t feel particularly new or strange. It felt like something they had done a thousand times.
    And her wolf loved it.
    “Oh my God,” Rylie whispered, her hand flying to her bruised lips.
    Abel strode toward her again, and she braced herself, as if expecting to get hit. But he only pounded a fist into the wall by her head. The already-weakened plaster cracked again, and she jumped at the sound.
    “God dammit , Rylie,” he hissed.
    Her legs were jelly and every inch of her skin was hot, and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She also couldn’t seem to raise her voice above a squeak. “I’m sorry,” she said again, and she felt twice as stupid the second time.
    “You’re sorry?” He gave a bitter laugh. “ You’re sorry?” His arms were braced on the wall at either side of her shoulders, trapping her underneath him. “I’m the one who can’t stop thinking about his brother’s girlfriend.” He bent forward, like he might kiss her again, but he stopped an inch away. “Where were you last night?”
    She swallowed hard. “I stayed in the house.”
    “Why?”
    “Because…” It was so hard to breathe when he was looking at her like that. He was close enough that if she licked her lips, she might just lick him, too. “Because I don’t know what we’ve been doing when we’re wolves. Kissing you feels… familiar.”
    “Familiar,” he echoed.
    She didn’t know how to elaborate beyond that, so she just nodded.
    Abel’s eyes raked over her face, like he could violate her with his gaze alone. “I want you so damn bad,” he said, biting out every word. “When I look at you—it’s like I’m an alcoholic, and you’re the last bottle of whiskey on Earth.” The heat in his voice weakened her knees.
    “But—”
    He cut her off. “Why did you come here?”
    “I don’t know,” Rylie said, her trembling fingers running over the broad planes of his chest. She couldn’t seem to stop touching him. “I guess… because I want you, too. And I don’t know why .”
    He seized her arms. “You don’t know why you want me? You don’t think it’s because of this?”
    Abel’s second kiss was shorter, but no gentler. He pulled her against him with an iron grip. He consumed her like a forest fire, savage and merciless. And when he dropped her, she desperately regretted it.
    It took all of her strength to push the wolf away, forcing it deep inside of her.
    She clenched her fists. “I don’t love you,” Rylie