Wolf Moon - A HOT and steamy PNR Paranormal Romance

Wolf Moon - Chapter 1

'Another round of Tequila Slammers, please!' exclaimed Grace to the long-suffering barman, ignoring the groans of the surrounding women.

'Can't...' admitted Maya, unsteadily lowering her chin onto the bar while six clean glasses were lined up along it. 'I'm already far too pissed.'

'Come on!' encouraged her best friend, sliding one of the glasses now duly filled across the wooden counter towards her, until it was almost touching her nose. 'You only live once!'

'Exactly,' grumbled Maya, levering herself back upright. 'Which is why, ideally I don't plan to die of alcohol poisoning tonight...'

'Cheers!' smirked Grace, knocking back the measure and closing her eyes, in order to savour the sensation as it hit the back of her throat.

It actually wasn't like her to overindulge to this extent but nerves were making her act up. She'd been picking up some strange vibes from Ethan, her boyfriend. He'd seemed kind of nervous in the car on their way to the party, as though he was teetering on speaking to her about something important. If Grace didn't know any better, she'd guess he might be building up the courage to propose, but three months of dating wasn't anywhere near long enough to be considering that kind of commitment. Plus, she wasn't sure that her answer would be a positive one, even if they'd been dating for three years. Ethan was fun enough to spend time with, but did their relationship really have the makings of anything serious?

'Where's your bit of hot stuff?' joked Maya, apparently able to read her best friend's mind.

'Not sure,' admitted Grace, screwing up her nose. The truth was, Ethan had disappeared about twenty minutes before and she hadn't seen him since.

'Guess you'll have to dance with me then?' Maya laughed, grabbing Grace's hand and towing her towards the dance floor.

'Alcohol poisoning worn off then?'

'Ha! Yes, I just had a weak moment. But never fear! I'm back again now!'

Both girls raised their hands in the air, swinging their hips in time with the slow, sultry beat that was currently blaring from the speaker system. With her long dark hair falling forwards to cover her face, Grace soon became lost in the crowd. She felt an overwhelming sense of peace, as the music tracks transported her to another place entirely. Eventually, she was brought back to earth when a low voice growled unexpectedly against her ear.

'There you are.' With a gasp, her eyes sprung open, just as Ethan's large hands snaked across her hips. Pulling her back against his hard, angular body, they swayed against each other rhythmically, conjuring up all kinds of naughty images in Grace's mind. Shielded from view by other gyrating bodies, Ethan dared to allow his wandering hands to slide up her ribcage, teasingly circling her breasts.

'I want you to fuck me,' breathed Grace, feeling incredibly horny, as her hands wound upwards to tangle into Ethan's hair. Her nipples felt tight, her clit was throbbing and ached for relief. She had a desperate urge to be filled, if not right now on this dance floor, then very shortly afterwards. Besides, she knew Ethan wanted the same thing. Digging in against her ass, he felt as hard as a rock.

'Mmmm,' he moaned approvingly. 'I'm ready whenever you are. Shall we find somewhere private to park on the way home?'

Ethan's car wasn't ideal in terms of comfort, but in her frantic state, it would simply have to do. Grabbing his hand, Grace led him assertively away from the dance floor. Having made her excuses while trying to ignore the very knowing looks of her friends, the two of them left hand in hand. With only one thing on their minds, they almost ran to the car, oblivious to how incredibly cold the frozen January night was. Having started up the engine, Ethan pressed the necessary buttons to defrost the windscreen, taking full advantage of the few minutes they had to wait.