Moon Rising

Chapter Thirteen

~ Just adding this in, I would like to dedicate this chapter to a user on wattpad under the name Nargles :) She made the first cover for Moon Rising!~

The rest of the night went pretty good. If Craven’s cousin Jax stayed at the party, I never saw him. There were a few pervy comments from some of the males in the pack that made Craven give out death glares, but it wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to already. Chase was also out of sight, but finding out that my cousin was Craven’s beta; a protector of the future Alpha I assumed he was busy making sure no more incidents like what happened with Jax happened again. I ended up having too much to drink and collapsed in a drunk giggling heap on Craven’s bed.

            “Ugh,” I groaned from the bright light beating against my eyelids. Why was it so bright? Didn’t Craven believe in blinds or drapes? I felt around for a pillow to throw over my head but made contact with a warm bare skinned chest; my eyes flew open.

            Craven lay there, looking hugely satisfied about something with no shirt so his toned muscled chest was on perfect display. Tingles were running up my arm and I gasped when I met his eyes, a dark lustful brown.

            “Good morning to you too, beautiful,” He smirked at me and brushed some hair back. That’s when it hit me, I was in Craven’s bed in his house and he was shirtless. Quickly I looked down at my clothes and felt my eyes widen when I found I was only wearing his shirt over my bra and panties.

            “What happened last night?” I spluttered. 

            He chuckled. “Don’t worry, we didn’t have sex, even though I could go for some of that right now…” He trailed off suggestively and sighed in disappointment at my facial expression. “You had too many shots, tad bit too much beer and ended up luring me back in bed. Somehow you got vodka spilt on your shirt and managed to get mine off me before trying to ravage me.” He finished calmly.

            “Ravage you?” I frowned and couldn’t help but cuddle closer to him; his body heat was making my body feel wonderful.

            Craven wrapped an arm around me and nuzzled my neck. “Mhmm, you wrapped yourself all around me and we had a heavy make out session that had me wanting to rip everything off you, but I didn’t let anything else happen.”

            That shocked me a little. “So you are trying to tell me that I was drunk, in your bed with only your shirt on, begging for sex and all over you, but you didn’t take the bait?” I asked incredulously.

            He nipped my neck and I shuddered. “No, technically I could get arrested for the charges of sex with a minor and rape. Also,” Craven moved his mouth to my ear. “When we have sex, I want you sober so you remember everything.” I moaned as he ran a hand down my thigh and hitched my leg around his hip.

            “I am a little disappointed,” I gasped and tried to pout.

            Craven pulled back and frowned. “And why would that be?” He asked while rolling over so he was hovering above me.

            I squeezed my legs around his hips and saw his eyes widen as I nestled against him. “Well, you said we had a hot make out session, I don’t remember it.” I explained and sighed in disappointment and hoped he took the bait.

            Those brown eyes of his went darker if that was possible. His breathing picked up as he leaned down closer to me. “I can give you a replay if you want.”

            I grinned and bit my lip. “If you think you could show me how it really was, I mean I want a good replay.” I insisted and tried to calm my heartbeat.