Prologue
Amelia
I had stripped out of my clothing, praising the moon, practicing my craft, and giving gratitude for my magic. As a lunar witch, taking time each month to praise the full moon was at the core of my practice. I felt more connected to her strength and power, which grounded me in my own power. I loved the feeling of the cool night air on my skin as I bask in the light of the moon. I was deep in my ritual when the scent of leather and pine drifted to me in the wind. I turned to find him standing close to me, his own body naked as mine. “My mate” he whispered as he brushed a loose piece of hair from my face. A memory skipped through my mind of a prior meditation in which the moon told me that a man would come to me in a full moon. This memory removed all fear as I reached out to touch him, my fingers tingling as they trace along his jaw, pushing into his hair, and pulling his head closer. I leaned in, raising up on my toes and leaning in to press my lips to his slowly. As our kiss deepened, he pulled me to his chest, his hands roaming down my body. A need I had never experienced took over as I felt him harden against me, my core beginning to drip with desire. As he broke away from my mouth, pressing kisses down my neck, I reached down to stroke his hard member, pumping my hand slowly as he groaned low against my skin. His mouth came back to claim mine and as our tongues danced, he slid his hand between my thigh, finding my sensitive button and circling it slowly, bringing me slow agonizing pleasure. I increased my own hand movements in an effort to encourage him to match my pace but he continued to torment me. I moaned in frustration as he withdrew his hand and lowered me to the ground, settling between my thighs. I looked into his eyes and nodded approval, wrapping my legs around his back as he slid his hard cock inside of me and I gasped as I adjusted to his size. His thrusts were needy and demanding as my body shuddered every time he slammed into me as my moans filled the night air. Gripping his arms with my hands, my legs tightened around his waist as I begged him for more. It was amazing how fast my ogasm hit me, sending me over the edge as pleasure rippled through me. As I was riding my own high, I heard him reach his climax, emptying himself inside of me, before he collapsed against me, his face pressed into my shoulder. As we lay in the moonlight, I ran my fingers along his back. This man was a stranger to me yet I felt a connection I couldn’t explain. As he drifted to sleep, I shifted slowly out from under him and stood up. Gathering my things, I opened a portal to my home and took one last look at his sleeping body, before I slipped through it, certain I would never see him again.
Damien
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her naked body outlined in the moonlight as she danced in worship of her moon. I could not help as my eyes traced the curves of her body longing to trace those same curves with my hands. The scent of rose and vanilla had drawn me to this clearing, invading my nose and stirring my heart. Having been on a run I shifted as soon as I came upon her “Mate” Oliver growled in my head as soon as I had clapped eyes on her. I shifted from my wolf form, and moved towards her slowly, as she continued moving her body in the moonlight. As I got closer however she stopped, turning towards me as a short gasp escaped her. “My mate” I whispered reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face, her deep green eyes meeting mine as her eyes trailed down my body, equally as naked as hers. She reached out slowly, tracing my bottom lip with her fingers.
“She told me you would come.” She whispered, a small smile tugging at her mouth.
“Who” I asked breathlessly, staring into her eyes.
“My moon” She whispered back before raising up on her toes and pressing her lips to mine. My tongue slipped in between her lips, entwining with hers, as I pulled her tight against me. I felt myself grow hard, a deep need to possess her taking control. As our kiss was heating up, her hand found its way to my hardened cock as she closed her hand around it and began sliding up and down ripping a groan from me. I fought the urge to buck against her, instead breaking my mouth from hers to press kisses along her neck, slowly moving to her collar bone. When her hand began to drive me mad I returned my mouth to hers as I dropped my hand to invade her folds, finding that most sensitive spot and stroking her in low circles. I could feel her body tense up as she pressed her hips against my hand , demanding more. I was determined to maintain the pace but she kept increasing the pumping of her hand in an effort to get me to match her. I needed to claim her and so taking her to the ground was all I could think to do, positioning myself between her legs, I looked to her for approval, and as she nodded yes I broke through any remaining self control. Burying myself in her completely , I did not hesitate to reach the pace my body had been demanding, abandoning all self control. As her body arched and writhed against me, her hips rising to match my every thrust, her moans drove me. The need to be completely hers took over, the pressure of her legs tightening around me encouraging me. As she screamed her orgasm I slammed into her a handful more times before joining her with my own completion, emptying my seed inside of her, before dropping my head on her shoulder, panting against her in exhaustion. I laid with my cock buried inside of her as she stroked my back and before long sleep claimed me. Waking up to the sounds of morning birds sleeping, my heart sank when I realized, my mate was gone, and I had no way to find her.
