The full moon, which we had highly expected in the last few days, was up in the sky, and we were out in the cottage Aaron had built up this past week in the field. It was created to appear as if we were out in the open yet provide the safety and comfort of any regular room. They covered the roof of the cottage with see-through glass, and that way, we could see the moon setting in the night sky while inside. It was noble of him to think about my well-being through all of this.
Aaron should have led his pack on the full moon as an alpha to explore the territory and hunt as an alpha does. However, he allowed Damor to take the lead, like he had in the past when he could not. He didn’t tell Damor why he was taking a step back, but his brother concluded it could be because he was counting his days. He did not make our discovery known to anyone else. The three of us were enough, and so he left Damor and Sesi in the dark. It was the best way to keep the wrong ears from hearing it, at least until we were certain of our direction.
“This will be over before you know it,” Aaron told me, taking my hand in his and giving it a soft squeeze. He tilted my chin up to look at him, and he asked, “Are you scared?”
Ivan had broken down the process of each ritual and what we should expect. Tonight was the full-moon mating ritual. Aaron barely had any control during the full moon, so mating with him tonight appeared to be impossible, and if it was impossible, then it would be a high risk.
I bit my lips and nodded a little. “I can’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“There is no need to apologize; I understand. It is the full moon. This is when I lack control the most, but I promise I will try my best not to hurt you.”
The ritual was all about control-the ability of the fallen to prove themselves worthy of control, even on the full moon, when cravings and desires were at their apex.
The first ritual was to show the moon goddess that he could stay in control. If he failed, he’d have to try again until he showed control, but since Aaron had limited time, he couldn’t afford too many retries.
According to Ivan, he had less than three months and had to get the first ritual right on his first attempt. The first ritual, if done correctly, will trigger the force of nature and turn the course of time in his favour to complete the others. With every ritual executed, the length of his day would be extended by a few more years, and if he completed the three rituals, the curse of the fallen would be lifted.
“It’s time,” he informed me.
I nodded, giving him my consent.
He leaned in and kissed my neck, making me tingle and lean against him. This wasn’t our first time together, but there was a lot of vulnerability attached to it. I was trusting him to stay in control while taking me.
His hand took hold of the zip of my sundress, and he undid it, letting the fabric fall to the floor, and I stepped out of it. The cold of the night gripped my skin, making me shiver. I wasn’t used to being out at this time, much less close to naked. I forgot about all that when Aaron pulled me against himself and kissed my lips. He pulled back and stepped away, and my skin tightened, and goosebumps erupted on my skin at the flare of desire in Aaron’s eyes as he beheld me.
He cupped my face in his large hands. “I promise I will not hurt you.”
I bit my lips and nodded, putting faith in what he said.
He leaned in again and kissed my lips, snaking his tongue into my mouth, and I kissed back, placing my hands on his shoulders and caressing him there.
He kissed my neck, causing a few tingles through my body, and I groaned. He kissed me gently, coaxing my body to trust him for the night. It worked because the next minute, I was on my back, staring at the setting moon, while he sucked and licked at the weak spot between my neck and shoulder. I was out here naked and about to be taken, but I didn’t put my mind to it.
His hands moved from my waist down to my knees, and he spread them apart to give him balance while he settled between them. He pulled his lips away, and I stared at him with a slightly parted mouth.
He ran a shaky hand through his hair, an attempt at control. “Your smell drives me crazy, my love.” He stared at me with lustful, glowing eyes and said, “I can’t lose control.”
I helped myself up to sit, and I wrapped my hand around his neck, and pulled him closer. “You won’t. I trust you.” I licked at his sweet, swollen bottom lips before pulling away.
Aaron freed himself of every cloth he had on and knelt between my legs as if at the altar, ready to worship, and I watched him.
He kissed my pussy first, then licked up around the side of it. He went all the way around until he was back at the bottom.
My breathing became more rapid. He lightly licked the extruded bud. Then sucked it in. Let go. Sucked it in. Let go. He parted me with his tongue. It was hot, slick, and perfect. I turned my head to the side and sucked in a lip. He moved his head up and down my sensitive pleasure parts with lick after lick. Then he licked the bottom of my entrance. It was a shot of pleasure that made me shudder slightly.
My entire body was tense with need. I cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
His hands came under my legs to hold onto my hips. He continued to lick me, and the shudders were more regular. He began to suck my clit like a starving animal needing his fill. Hot, wet sucking. Release. Lick. Suck. Release. Lick. He continued the motion while his fingers rubbed the spot inside. I reached for my breasts and squeezed them tightly, then crushed my nipples between my fingers, letting pleasure wash over me. Then he slid two fingers inside me. I could feel them against my wall, stretching and filling.
My shudder became regular as heat and electric pleasure built. The world drifted away from me until nothing but pleasure filled me with pure joy. I rode this pleasure boat as it crashed into hard waves.
My muscles clenched and released, while my hips rocked like I was on a horse. Slowly, I became aware that he was still there. I sighed and pushed his fingers away as the pleasure waves receded. As he stretched, I grabbed his cock and pulled it towards me.
He came back between my legs in obedience, and the next second, I felt his tip pressed against my entrance. He pushed in with little grasp of control. I screamed in my head, but I pressed my lips together.
He pushed in again, this time deeper, his thrusts firm, and I was suddenly full of him. He stayed up on his hands and thrust hard and regularly, sending spikes of pleasure as he banged into me. He growled when my walls clenched around him, milking him, and he leaned in and took my lips between his.
He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist while he pistoled in and out of me with an intensity I couldn’t keep up with. His hands grabbed my breast and squeezed down on it, causing me both pain and pleasure. I cried out, and I felt the tension building again. I dug my fingers into the flesh of his butt, making him grunt in response.
He thrust hard and left his cock inside. He ground his hips against mine, moving in a circular motion. My clit had grown hard and primed at this point.
“Fuck!” I panted at my failed attempt to keep up with him.
Our gazes locked, and I could barely recognize him because of how lust-drunk he was. The lust in his eyes told me it would have been so much worse if he wasn’t forcing his wild self into submission.
He was a beast, holding onto the last shred of control he had.
My pleasure built like wet heat while he ground and thrust, and I wrapped my arms around him. I built and built until I let out a moan and jerked against him, holding the pressure on my clit and squeezing his cock with my wall.
The pleasure washed over me, and then I fell from the height with nothing to stop me. My hands dropped from around his neck to the floor, but my legs stayed around his hips. I just sighed in contentment. He smiled and slid me closer to the edge. I realized he hadn’t released yet and was waiting for my orgasm to clear out.
I couldn’t help but admire this man before me, who was responsible for my pleasure. He had wielded himself into control, and I didn’t know if I could love him more than I already did.
I beheld his face, giving him my undivided attention while he thrust into me for the last time. His eyes glowed a bloody shade of red, and the next minute, his orgasm took over. His breath became laboured, and I watched him writhe and growl as his body trembled, not missing a second of this glorious scene before me.
He began regaining himself a minute later, and I saw a mark appear on the upper side of his left chest looking like the symbol of a moon. I quickly pulled myself onto my elbow, the movement making his now-soft member slip out of me.
His brows pulled together, and a frown settled on his face.
“What?” he asked, probably seeing the interest in my eyes and feeling a little lost in it.
“The mating ritual has been accepted, and the sign shows on your skin,” I answered. I trailed my finger over the side of his chest, bearing the mark, and at my touch, he shivered.
I giggled, feeling fulfilled that we had successfully carried out the first ritual and knowing that it worked.
He wrapped his trembling arms around my shoulders and pulled me against his chest while still taking a deep breath.
He kissed my forehead and exhaled deeply. “Thank you for being stubborn. You didn’t stop believing, even when I thought you were crazy. I owe you so much.”
I angled my head to steal a glance at him. “You’re welcome, and you don’t owe me anything. I want you alive because I believe you deserve to live.”
He leaned in again, kissed my forehead, and then gathered me into his arms and took us into the house. When he got to the bedroom, he laid me on the bed and kissed my lips before lying behind me and cradling me.
I felt at peace, knowing I would not have to say goodbye to him soon.