Full Moon Blues (Puppyville Pack) (2 page)

“Simple. He was looking at what’s mine.” The sheer lofty arrogance in his words blew me away again.

“I’m not yours. I’m not anyone’s.”

“Oh?”

I’m aware its suicide I’m mouthing off to a werewolf like this. I mean, the Jimmy I used to know wouldn’t harm a fly, but this man was a stranger.

“Seriously, dude. You want to sink your teeth into some of this?” I make my point by sweeping my hand over my body. Okay, I’m not as chubby as I was back in high school, but I’m no gym bunny or spry jogger with a lean built.

“Rest assured, Lee. I plan to put my lips, teeth, and mouth to the juiciest bits.”

My mouth goes positively dry. “Is this some kind of effect of the full moon? I’m not exactly—”

“Don’t make another disparaging remark about yourself,” Jimmy growls.

“Or what?” I plant my hands on my hips. Scary-ass nude and sexy werewolf or not, my bullying days are over. I don’t let anyone push me...except my gaze drops to his generously-sized member and the serious muscles Jimmy’s packing.

“Defiance tastes fucking sweet on you, little human. Anymore and my frigid control might snap.”

“Why don’t you? Big guy like you will have no trouble taking me.”

“Are you daring me, Lee? When you look at me, do you see a monster?” His voice becomes frighteningly calm.

“No,” I say a second later. “I see you, the guy I loved in my childhood, past and present. Parts of you might have changed, but other parts remained intact.”

Some of the anger leaves his gaze. Snarling, he begins to turn away, but I grab his shoulder.

“Wait, where are you going?” I whisper, desperate.

“I don’t take the unwilling. Stop touching me,” his voice is a whisper, making me assume he was new at being a shifter.

“Who said I’m unwilling?” I let out a breath as Jimmy grabs my wrists and closes the distance between us. I’m aware of the strength of his fingers, how easily he could crush my bones. Most of all, our bodies touching distracts me. How his sleek sweat-beaded skin rubs against my shirt and jeans.

Jimmy doesn’t’ ask again. “You’re wearing too much clothes.”

Then Jimmy eradicates the cold of the dark and lonely autumn night by mashing his lips against mine and creating sparks. Jimmy doesn’t kiss slow, but gentleness isn’t what I’m looking for either. Hell, before my car broke down the first thing on my agenda had been heading to a bar and getting hammered before letting some stranger take me home. I figure God pushed, or rather shoved me to this direction for a reason.

Jimmy’s all tongue, teeth and bite, but I match him for every inch. I’m not aware of Jimmy leading us anywhere, until my back hits the hood of my car. Jimmy releases my lips and both of us are panting.

“You know,” I begin, catching my breath. “I’ve always fantasized about you fucking me against the hood of a car.”

Jimmy grins. “That can be arranged.”

He lowers me against the hood and continues where he left off. Jimmy eliminates my ability to think by plundering my lips, eventually deepening the kiss. I shamelessly palm and touch every perfect inch of him, marveling at the hard muscles that only began to form years ago. My fingers touch black ink and scars, and I figure after this, if there is an after, I’m going to ask him about them.

Jimmy pelts kisses down my bottom jaw, takes his time sucking and nipping at the side of my neck. Fabric rips and I stare as he easily tosses aside my shirt.

“You’re going to pay for that shirt,” I say. Jimmy’s hands dig into the flesh of my hips, hard enough to bruise. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips and he aims that lethal yellow gaze at me.

“So you like some bite to your pleasure, little human?”

I can’t formulate a witty remark, because he lowers his mouth over my left nipple and seals it with heat. My fingers dig into the muscles of his back, but Jimmy doesn’t complain. Jimmy leaves a tiny sensual bite before moving on to my right nipple. I tangle the fingers of my right hand into his hair as he moves downwards. When Jimmy reaches my jeans, he lets out a growl of frustration. He hooks his fingers into my belt loops.

“Wait. Don’t you dare tear these. They’re my best pair,” I add.

Jimmy growls, his breath warm against my groin. He comprises by yanking my jeans along with my boxers until I’m completely bared to his gaze.

“Fucking perfect.”

Color floods to my cheeks at those two words. Jimmy can’t know how much they mean to an average guy like me, but I’ll tell him later. I become embarrassingly aware of our positions. Me lying on the hood of my car while he goes down on—shit. Jimmy flicks his tongue over the pre-cum gathered at my tip. I groan, tightening my grip on his hair. I can’t remember the last time a man gave me head.

Hell, I’m always on the giving end and you know what? I like receiving it too. The second kicker? None of my fantasies involving Jimmy comes close to the real thing.

Jimmy teases me, tracing me from crown to root repeatedly.

“Please, Jimmy. I don’t think I can last long.”

Jimmy complies and takes my length between his lips. I whimper and begin hardening. The sight of Jimmy bobbing his head up and down makes for a damn erotic sight. I’m close to bursting in a matter of minutes. More pleas spill from my lips.

“I can’t hold it any longer.” I confess. 

Jimmy draws out. “Then come.”

His voice sounds like a firm command and it’s enough to trigger my climax. Waves of pleasure assault my body and I spill my load over his chest and stomach. When I recover, Jimmy’s looking down at me, pleased.

“We’re not done yet, little human.”

“No. We’re not. There’s lube inside the glove compartment of my car and a box of condoms.”

Jimmy raises his brows at that, but comes back with the items. He sheathes his member with a condom, and positions himself between my legs, lube in his hand. This entire night feels unbelievable and I’m terrified of it ending soon. What if I’m dreaming, and I’ll wake up to reality after all this is over? To a flea-bitten motel room with my car parked below, containing all my belongings?

“What’s wrong?” Jimmy demands, lifting my legs over my shoulder. I’m hoping he doesn’t notice my change in behavior, but Jimmy does, making it all worse. Sometimes, when I lie alone at night in the expensive apartment I left in the city, I think of Jimmy. Imaginary Jimmy is never this observant and considerate.

“It’s nothing,” I whisper. I decide I’m not going to ruin this perfect evening. “Come ride me, wolf.”

Jimmy grins, and applies lube over his fingers and my waiting hole. I squirm as he slides a wet finger in me, then a second. Jimmy begins scissoring me for his access and I’ve become aware and in tune with everything around me—the cold metal pressing against my back, the chill of autumn, and Jimmy’s warm body holding onto mine.

“Hurry,” I say in an urgent needy voice I barely recognize.

Jimmy slaps my inner thigh, a love tap that jolts me awake. “Patience,” he growls. Then finally, he nudges his tip in. I moan at the size of him, but he takes his time. Once buried hilt-deep in me, the burn fades. Jimmy blankets his body over mine. Once our skin touch, I wrap my arms firmly around his neck. Jimmy begins to ride me, slow at first before building momentum until the force of his thrusts makes the car vibrate underneath us.

Groaning, I sink my fingernails into his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Jimmy switches angle, tearing a gasp from my throat.

“Jimmy,” I began, but I can’t remember what I want to say. Jimmy aims for my sweet spot repeatedly. My insides melt and my head reels. The world falls away and only our two joined bodies matter. I pull Jimmy’s head close to mine, and sink my teeth into the side of his neck as he hammers his way inside me. It doesn’t take long for the pressure inside me to come close to bursting point.

“Please,” I beg, releasing his neck.

“Fucking feisty human, let me hear you come again,” he says against my ear. Jimmy reaches between our bodies and pinches my tip. I explode, breath hitching and muscles relaxing as another mind-blowing orgasm sweeps me away.

I feel Jimmy’s shudder several thrusts later and know he’s close. Jimmy lets out a triumphant growl and climaxes. Then he collapses against me, his weight strangely a welcome relief. Jimmy feels incredibly warm against me, like a blanket. Dread closes on me as I recover. How long until I wake up and realize this is all a dream?

“What’s wrong? Don’t fucking tell me again it’s nothing or I’m going to fuck it out of you,” Jimmy says.

Since I have nothing to lose, I say, “I’m sacred this is all a dream I don’t want to wake up from.”

I blink, but the dream doesn’t shatter because it’s reality. Jimmy is real and so are the hints of sunrise peeking through the thick cluster of trees. Hell, even Paul, the unconscious wolf is up, groaning in human form. Another large wolf sprints from the woods, shifting to examine Paul, before looking at us.

“Um.”

“Shut up,” Jimmy says, and then kisses me hard. “You still think this isn’t real?”

I shake my head, a tiny smile on my lips. Feeling bold, I ask the question I’ve been dreading knowing the answer to because I don’t want this to be a one-time fling during a full moon. “What’s going to happen next?”

“Breakfast with lots of bacon and waffles, then we talk.” Jimmy turns to his two pack mates. “Trig, is Paul alright?”

“Yeah, good thing too, or he’ll just fuck whatever he sets his eyes on,” Trig says. “See you in town, Jimmy. Maybe you can introduce your human.”

Trig and Paul shift back to wolves, before running into town.

Jimmy gets off me, smirking. He gestures to the sign. “Welcome to Puppyville, Lee. Let’s get you some clothes then we eat.”

The End

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FEL FERN BIO:

Felicia Fern loves reading and writing erotic romances. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction.

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