TAMED | FREENBECKY

Bonus #2

They didn't actually make it inside until hours later, after the sun sank in the sky and the evening breeze raised gooseflesh on Becca's naked skin. Though they had been making love for hours, red-hot passion eventually gave way to lazy touching and murmured conversation.

"Let's skip dinner and go to bed," Becca said. She'd barely crossed the threshold when Freen picked her up and hoisted her over her shoulder. Laughing, Becca reached out to slap Freen's bare bottom moments before being tossed onto the mattress. Becca came up on her elbows, warmth blooming in her chest as Freen settled in at her side.

"I love you," Becca murmured.

Freen's hand fluttered to her chest. "I feel it." She rested her other hand on the slope of Becca's breast. "Do you feel how much I love you?"

The rush of Freen's adoration threatened to sweep Becca away completely. "Oh, yes."

Freen dipped her fingers into the valley between Becca's breasts. The soft touch curled Becca's toes in pleasure. Freen smirked.

"You look pretty pleased with yourself." Becca edged closer. "Feeling better about this weekend?"

Freen's mirth faded. "Sure. A little."

"You know you can't fool me, right?"

Freen snorted. "Tell me about it."

"Don't worry about the moon." Becca nipped at Freen's clavicle. "You were magnificent earlier, in the water. So beautiful." Mild disbelief rippled through Freen, making Becca frown. "I could've watched you forever."

Freen shook her head, but a ghost of a smile played across her lips. "I still can't get over the fact that you're okay with...everything."

"Okay with it? It's wonderful." Remembering how it felt to watch Freen, graceful and shimmering beneath the water, Becca sighed. "I'd give anything to spend even five minutes with your ability. The hard part would be deciding what to try first. To experience life from so many perspectives would be a dream come true. You're blessed, baby, and I could just pinch you for not seeing that."

Freen projected a jumble of emotion—shame, embarrassment, and sheepish realization. Becca's goal for the weekend was to help Freen look at her ability in a new way. She sensed they were on the right track.

"I've been foolish, haven't I? Treating this like a curse?" Freen stared at the ceiling, tracing circles around Becca's navel with her fingertip. Melancholy shimmered from her to Becca. "Before the moon started changing me, I loved shifting. All it took was that first transformation to convince me I was a monster." She swallowed audibly. "I never even doubted it before I met you."

Becca met Freen's eyes. "How could something that allowed you to save my life twice be a curse?"

"It couldn't."

"You're a superhero, Freen." Becca kissed Freen's top lip, then the bottom. "Deal with it."

Freen kissed her harder, sliding her hand between Becca's thighs and stroking gently. She slipped inside Becca's folds with deft fingers, skimming across swollen, oversensitive flesh that had already been the source of so much mutual pleasure over the course of the day. Three months in, Becca was still astonished by their sexual connection. Having never been multiorgasmic before, she now regularly lost track of how many times she climaxed in a given day. Becca let her legs fall open and surrendered to the exquisite sensation of their otherworldly intimacy.

Freen broke away to breathe. Her hand never faltered, rubbing slow circles over Becca's labia, around her clit, before venturing lower to tease her opening. "I'm going to make us come again."