A Scent Of Moon And Madness : Claims And Curses (Book 1)

7. Of Fight

NEO

Lyka turns away, picking up Zeke's scent again. Whatever direction we turn, he's beaten us to it. His scent is strong and overwhelming, pushing us further into the woods. Panic rises and grips my throat. Something isn't right.

Suddenly, we break through the shrubs and come face-to-face with a high, moss-covered wall. There's an overhang of rock and soft, untouched grass beneath it. There's no way out.

Lyka, it's a trap! Turn around and get out!

She ignores me and lays down on the soft grass with a tired huff.

What the fuck, Lyka!

Her disinterest at my panic tells me everything. She bloody well knew he was herding us into this perfect little love nest.

You played me, you bitch!

Lyka continues to ignore me as her head snaps toward a rustling bush. Zeke emerges through the brush, big, black, and tired of the chase. He growls as he stalks forward, his bulky form closing the path we came through. He lowers his head and his fur bristles in warning, daring Lyka to run again.

Lyka has no intention of running. She sinks to the ground and, without hesitation, rolls onto her back, exposing her underbelly in complete submission.

What the hell! Lyka, stop being so easy! I scream internally, groaning in frustration at my wolf, who splays her legs like a little ho.

Zeke, satisfied with her lack of resistance, calms immediately. He walks over and stands above us for a moment, his triumph evident in the proud lift of his tail and head. Then, he lies down beside Lyka and rubs his snout across the soft fur of her exposed belly.

I groan internally as a supernova of electricity sparks under my skin at his touch. Lyka becomes putty in his paws, thrilled by the powerful wolf who has caught her.

Even from the recesses of my mind, I'm a mess, already a borderline addict to his touch. I would do anything for those bolts of lightning. For the first time, I'm terrified.

Zeke begins rubbing himself all over Lyka, his scent coating her, claiming her. He stands and nudges her onto her stomach. She complies, lifting her tail and sending her arousal straight to his nose.

He growls low and appreciatively, his snout nuzzling between her legs as he deeply draws in her scent. Through Lyka's gaze, I catch a glimpse of him—thick, long, hard, and flaming red, ready to mount her.

Oh, hell no!

With all the strength I have, I pull myself forward, throwing Lyka back as I shift into my human skin.

On my hands and knees, I breathe heavily from the force and speed of the shift. It takes a moment to clear my mind.

In an instant, that clarity vanishes as Sebastian's palm slides over my bare hip and around my waist. I didn't even hear him shift. A trail of fire burns across my skin as he pulls me into his lap. Every atom of my body awakens, acknowledging the mate bond between us. Pleasure surges through my skin, erupting under his touch.

A deep rumble resonates from Sebastian's chest, vibrating against my back as he settles over me. His thick, corded muscles wrap around my waist, enclosing me in a protective cage. My bare breasts rest against his forearms, and I feel his cock—thick and hard—pressed into my back like a branding iron. I flush, exposed in every possible way. My body is a traitorous whore for this male I barely know.

This is not fucking happening.

I summon strength from deep within and sink my claws into his muscular forearms, ripping them away from my body.