Moon Cursed (Book 2 in The Star and Her Moon Series)

Trust Me

A/N- We all know what these mean in these books by now... Mature content ahead... and not just a little. I'd recommend waiting for the next chapter if you're put off by that. While there will be some forward plot, most of this chapter is about Meribella and Raff making the most of what might be their last night together- since we left off with them making a plan to take down Nerida. I'll make sure any important info appears in the next chapter. But, if you don't mind a little loving... here's the latest chapter!

Raff

"Shh," Meribella whispered as she opened the window to her bedroom. "No telling who is listening or watching."

Raff jumped through, landing on his paws with the ease of cat. A fine mist clung to his coat, and when he shook, it sent water droplets cascading across the room. Meribella giggled. The sound was a soothing balm to his heart.

"Thought we were supposed to be quiet."

"You're the one who slung water everywhere," she snapped, then paused. "Holy crap. I just heard you while you were in wolf form."

His tongue lolled out, and his damn tail wagged in excitement despite his stern orders to it to remain motionless. He needed to shift into his human form before he started yipping and rolling on his back, but considering their current predicament, he didn't think it was in their best interest to be naked around Meribella right now.

"I guess that makes sense," she said as she rummaged through a wardrobe. "You're still you."

"I didn't expect it either. For so long, this is the part of me- of any wolf- that we have to keep secret. I can't put into words how much it means to me that I can communicate with you while in this form."

She handed him a blanket and turned around. As he shifted, silver and white fur fell to the floor, the only remnant of his wolf's presence. Once he tied the blanket around his waist, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Meribella, peppering soft kisses along her neck. His lust, sluggish from all the chasteberry he'd consumed, stirred as her scent filled his nose.

"Raff," she warned, spinning around so her breasts were pressed against his bare chest. "You promised to behave if I let you spend the night."

It was true. Everyone had protested when he declared he was staying with Meribella until they put their plan into place. Too much temptation they insisted. Which was also true, but being apart was painful. Nearly debilitating in its intensity. They both knew they had to be together.

His hand rose up her stomach, creeping under her shirt and brushing the underside of her breast. She sucked in a breath and arched into his touch.

He winked. "This is me behaving. If I wasn't, you'd already be on the bed with my tongue inside of you."

Meribella blushed. "Gods, I never thought I'd have a thing for dirty talk."

Raff chuckled and kissed her slowly. Thoroughly. Running his tongue over hers until she responded in equal abandon. She pushed against him until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell backward. Wasting no time, she straddled him and started to rock her hips against his erection.

"Meribella, okay, you're right," he grunted as pleasure shot through his body. "We should probably stop."

"You don't like it when I fight fire with fire?" she panted.

Now her cheeks were flushed with desire instead of embarrassment. Her hair curled around her face, and her eyes glowed in the dim light. He knew it meant she was close to coming, and it killed him to not slide his fingers between their bodies and ease her into oblivion.