Lunar Mates 1: Under Cover of the Moon by Under the Cover of the Moon (Cobblestone) Read Free Book Online Page B

and she ran her hands over its smoothness imagining Darius doing the same. Her nipples puckered as she traced them, goose bumps rose across her stomach and her pussy grew moist. She thought about the vibrator tucked away in one of her drawers and wondered what he would think if she finished herself off. He'd be pissed. She snickered. Unless he was participating.
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    She tried to sleep, but with her body and mind so restless she soon found herself at the glass door, watching the night. Darius was out there, and she was full of questions and insights. Werewolves were real, and one of them was stalking humans. She was sure of it. She hoped her confidence that it wasn't Darius wasn't just wishful thinking. Who then, could it be?
    She ventured outside and rested her hands on the deck railing, and the feeling of being scrutinized came back to her. Inch by inch she searched the shadows in the tree line. Her breath caught in her throat when a wolf suddenly stepped from the shadows she had just decided were empty. The night was black, and the area beyond the porch's weak pool of light was in complete darkness. She couldn't make it out clearly, but it felt wrong. That wasn't Darius .
    As he crept into the yard, she noticed several differences. He was smaller than Darius, though not by much, and his fur was more black than gray, with silver threads shooting through his mane. Intense blue eyes held her in place. Fear clogged her throat, kick starting her heart to a stuttering leap. This was the wolf that had been following her.
    Fight or flight. Why didn't anyone ever mention the other reaction to adrenalin? To freeze. When her legs started working again she edged backwards, with her hands behind her back feeling for the door. The wolf seemed to gather itself, its muscles bunched for a leap. A scream stuck in her throat as a second wolf dashed out of the woods. She exhaled in relief. Darius.
    The two wolves tumbled together across the yard, scratching and biting each other. Their deep-throated growls would haunt her dreams for weeks to come. The smaller one broke free and took off into the darkness, blending out of sight.
    Her heart lodged in her throat, she turned to see Darius shifting. Scratches down his chest and back dripped with blood. Instead of going to his aid, the angry look on his face had her again backing for the door.
    He tracked her in silence, trying to get a grip on his rage. This time she definitely had a spanking coming. He only regretted it would have to be bare handed. Following her through the door, he closed and locked it behind him. He smiled grimly at her attempt to put space between them as she edged around the kitchen bar. There was no way that bar would stop him. Nothing would. He stayed on the living room side, for now he'd give her the illusion of safety.
    “Woman, I thought I made it clear you were to stay inside,” he said through gritted teeth. Anger boiled anew at his words. Why couldn't she follow a simple request?
    Her chin came up proudly. “I told you I don't follow orders well."
    “If I tell you to do something, Meg, you'd better do it. He could have killed you,” Darius added. His voice was shaking. He wasn't sure if it was from anger or fear.
    She bristled at his tone, opened her to mouth speak but snapped it shut it, searching for words to say. He crossed his arms over his chest. Good, let's get this over with. Better she learn he was the boss right from the start.
    “I don't know what's going on here, Darius. In one day, I've gone from single and thinking werewolves were myths, to this...” she said waving her hand through the air. “How do I know I'm safe from you? Or that other people are safe from you? I don't know anything about you, but I'm supposed to trust you enough to do whatever you say? It's not gonna happen. So get over it!"
    She stood firm as he stalked over to the sofa. He felt a moment of pride at her courage, when he didn't see even a flicker of fear in her eyes. Of