Moonstone

wild lovers part 1

"I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything." F. Scott Fitzgerald

Can

"Are you okay?"

I was worried that I'd been too wild and hurt her somehow.

She nodded.

I held still while her restless hands caressed my sides and back. My body reacted immediately and I was helpless not to respond. I began moving again.

"Are you?"

I shook my head. I didn't trust my voice not to break.

"You're not okay?"

I felt dazed, stunned, blindsided. As if I'd been the one that had lost my virginity instead of her.

"I'm destroyed," I whispered.

She cupped my face and kissed me with an innocent ardor that made my body roar back to life. I began to ride her again with deep thrusts.

"Good?" I managed to grunt, just barely retaining the ability to string words together. I dimly recalled she was new at this and I was being too rough.

"So good. Don't stop!" She growled at me when I slowed down.

Her words were like a shot to the heart. I picked up the pace again. Her legs spread wider and she moaned as she fell apart around me dragging me into another shattering climax.

I collapsed on top of her, she gathered me in her arms and I turned my face into her neck, speechless. She had demolished, reshaped, and reassembled me into a new man.

I would never be the same.

****

I barely managed to tear myself away from her side the next morning. I suspected it would be this way. The bond would get stronger and I would be tied more firmly to her side. Under normal circumstances, she would also be as bound to me. I didn't care that she could never respond as my wolf wanted her to. I knew she cared and just having her with me would be enough. It would have to be enough.

I let myself into Aunt Remide's house. She'd been worried about me even if she'd never acknowledge it and I came to ease her fears. But I also had a secondary motive. I let her lecture me for disappearing and leaving Sanem behind and I even allowed her to whack me with her cane a few times. I listened dutifully with a straight face, moved out of whacking range, and tried not to terrify her chicken.

When she seemed to wind down, I asked the question that had been troubling me for a while.

"Why can't I remember anything about the time mother died?" She had been the Pack's healer at the time. A healer was a high ranking and revered member of a Pack. If there was anyone left that knew anything about it, it would be her.

She fussed with her tea, petted her chicken, and avoided my eyes. I stood up, folded my arms, and gave her a firm stare. I was still her Alpha and she wasn't immune to a command even if she was an elder. She peered at me and she saw the wolf in my eyes but continued to fuss. Now I was really suspicious. I wasn't going to leave here until I got the truth. She looked away and sighed.

"Memory lock," she whispered.

I started at her in shock. The thought of some stranger performing a spell on me and locking away my memories infuriated me.

"It was an act of desperation on your father's part. You had disappeared for months, we thought you were dead and when we finally recovered you, you were half-feral and crazy with grief. You kept running away and disappeared for days at a time. We were all petrified you would get taken."