Shoot for the Moon (Black River Pack Book 2) by Rochelle Paige Read Free Book Online

good,” she groaned as her walls fluttered against me. “Again.”
    “Always amazing,” I agreed as I pinched harder this time. Circling my hips, I bottomed out on each thrust and felt her start to shudder again.
    “Spencer!” she cried out just as my body clenched.
    Right in the nick of time, too, because I flew over the edge as her pussy began to spasm. She trembled beneath me as my climax roared through my body.
    “Spencer,” she grunted when I continued to thrust slowly, not ready to lose this moment between us and the closeness I was feeling.
    “Never want to be anywhere else but right here with you,” I told her before capturing her lips with mine for a slow kiss. By the time I drew away, her trembling had stopped and I’d emptied myself inside her.
    “That might be awkward,” she chuckled. “It would be hard to see about pack business with me wrapped naked around you.”
    I knew she was teasing, but the mere thought of anyone seeing her naked body sent waves of jealousy through me. Although I had mated her, as long as she didn’t willingly bear my mark, I had no formal claim over her. And tonight, she was going to tell me why.

Chapter 4
    Eliza
     
    I’d thought Spencer would laugh at my joke, but I didn’t get the reaction I had been expecting. Instead, he leapt off the couch, flung me over his shoulder and stormed into my room. After he tossed me onto the mattress, he glared at me from the side of the bed.
    “What?” I sputtered.
    “Don’t you ever fucking joke about anyone else seeing you naked, Eliza,” he bit out in a raspy voice.
    I rose to my knees so we would be closer to eye level. “I didn’t mean it like that, Spencer,” I tried to explain.
    He wasn’t having any of it though. “Don’t care how you meant it,” he growled. “Do you know what it’s been like for me these last months? Being able to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you but never to mark you? Knowing the whole time that my future hangs in the balance? Waiting for you to tell me what’s really holding you back from me?”
    I’d never seen Spencer so angry before. At least not in real life—only in my dreams. Looking at that expression now made me think about those dreams. How they’d continued to recur, sometimes several times a week. A never-ending cycle of highs and lows. Just like right now. I’d gone from relaxing with him on the couch after two mind-blowing orgasms to that feeling of terror over the thought of possibly losing him forever. But my confusion was nothing compared to the agony on his face right now. He’d been incredibly patient with me. Now that I realized how much I was hurting him, I didn’t have any choice. I had to tell him about the dreams.
    “Come sit with me,” I said as I patted the bed next to me.
    Spencer swiveled and plopped down with his back facing me. It made it easier for me to open up, so I crawled towards him and wrapped my arms around his body. With my head resting on his back, I began to speak.
    “My dreams were always vivid. Even as a child. I don’t know exactly when I realized things in them came true, but I think I was fairly young,” I began. “It was little things at first—harmless stuff that didn’t really mean anything to me at the time. It wasn’t until I mentioned it to my mom that I knew what my having those visions meant. That the gift she viewed as a curse which skipped her hadn’t skipped me.”
    “Your mom wasn’t happy about your walking in dreams?” he asked.
    I thought back to how she’d made me hide that side of myself, even from my father. “No, she definitely wasn’t happy,” I said before telling him about my parents, how my mom had been raised, and the death of my grandparents. About my dream of her death and the reaction of our alpha before I had been tossed out of my old pack. And my wait for my father and that final phone call with my childhood friend.
    “Is that why you aren’t ready to accept my mark? Because of what happened with