Max met her gaze, but it was impossible for him to keep his eyes on her face, when there was so much more to see. Her breasts were now free to bounce on her chest, and the sight drove him crazy. He rubbed her clit faster and she responded by riding him harder. The sound of flesh slamming against flesh filled the night.
“So close,” she said.
He couldn’t last very long either. He was barely keeping his orgasm at bay, determined to make her come first. She trembled above him and her movements became jerky, uncontrolled. She screamed and came hard, her pussy clenching down on his cock, sending him over the edge. He thrust up into her throbbing entrance, whispering her name and coating her walls with his hot seed. They rode their orgasms with shaky, lazy movements, allowing their bodies to relax.
Avelyn let herself drop forward and lay atop him. Max stretched his legs and embraced her, pulling her warm body as close as possible, trying to protect her from the chilly air that was slowly drying off the sheen of sweat on their heated skin. He was still inside her.
“In a few minutes you’ll be very cold. We should go, take a hot bath, and then I’ll hold you in my arms all night.”
“But I’m comfy.” Her pussy squeezed his softening cock, letting him know that she didn’t want to leave just yet.
He laughed. “Soon you won’t be so comfy anymore.”
“I know. Just hold me a little bit longer.”
He hugged her tighter. “Okay, baby. I’ll never let you go. You know that, right?”
“Yes…”
Too bad she would let him go.
“Two more weeks and you’ll officially become my bride.”
Avelyn lifted herself up and looked into his eyes. “What?”
“It would have been too early to have the ritual on the Seed Moon, but I think the Flower Moon is perfect timing.”
Could he see the panic in her eyes? She hoped not. “So… soon? Are you sure?”
“It’s not soon at all. And yes, I’m sure. The Crescents have already accepted you, and you saw how much Karl likes you.”
“And Jocelyn? Doesn’t she have to agree?”
“It’s not about agreeing. None of them have to agree, actually. It just made things easier for you if they came to know you first. That’s why I wanted to wait. But you’ve made some friends, the wolves have gotten used to you, and I think they’re ready to properly welcome you to the clan. And you’re ready to become their Alpha bride.”
“I don’t know…” Suddenly, Avelyn didn’t feel like hugging anymore. That was the last thing she needed: to go through the mating ritual and become Max’s bride in the real sense of the word. It would’ve just complicated things. “Maybe we should wait a bit more. I don’t think it’s a good idea to cross Jocelyn like that.”
“We’re not crossing her. Besides, she’s already accepted that I won’t be looking for another bride.”
She sat up and let his cock slip out of her. She had to do something to convince him to wait another month. But what?
“Can we think about it?”
“We’ve already thought about it. It’s time. The Flower Moon is perfect for the ritual, you’ll see. Of course, Karl won’t be present, but when is he ever? Just picture it: the middle of May, a warm night, the smell of pine trees mingled with the smoke of the bonfire… We’ll have to think about our vows, but don’t worry, they don’t have to be complicated.” He kissed her forehead and tried to arrange her wild hair into some kind of ponytail so he could see her face better. She wasn’t looking at him anymore. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”
“No, I mean… yes. It sounds great. It’s just that… I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”
“You are, my sweet Avelyn, you are.”
She looked at him and smiled weakly. Her body was spent after the mind-blowing orgasm, and her mind was tired. She’d have to come up with something before the Flower Moon, but right now she had to admit she was in no condition to think clearly.
“I’m cold.”
Max smiled up at her, kissed her pretty nose, and stood up. In less than a minute, he found her clothes, wrapped her up in his coat, and turned into his wolf form. He tried not to be disappointed by her lack of enthusiasm. After all, she was only tired. She needed a hot bath and a good night’s sleep, then she wouldn’t worry about Jocelyn anymore.
CHAPTER FOUR
Plan B