Luna On The Run!

Again Alpha Zane’s POVThis text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Yeah, I managed to stay sober.

It doesn’t take much. Human booze does absolutely nothing to werewolves. So Mase and Amelia go for it. But my poor Clarita gets carried away with the moment, sees the couple downing the champagne generously and follows their lead.

An hour later, she is completely drunk.

We all smile at her silliness; little does she know that we are werewolves and she certainly cannot keep up with us. She dances around happily, glass in the air, while Mase turns up the music. I lie back on the lounger and follow her with my eyes.

‘Zane, if getting divorced makes her so happy, being married must be hell. I will never understand humans anyway, there is always a way out for them. In everything, love and business.’ Mase shakes his head as he watches the wildly dancing Clarita. Luckily he’s in the mind link, otherwise, I wouldn’t allow him to criticize my girl so openly.

‘Well, we werewolves do make a mess of things sometimes. Look how easily my mate got rid of me. A whole week and not once did she show any consideration by calling to check up on me,’ I retort.

‘C’mon, your case was very unusual. A fully mated wolf still getting a second mate is unheard of. The Council should investigate this properly,’ he muses. ‘Perhaps one of you was confused, especially since the mating bond was one-sided. Trust me, Zane. The pull with Amelia is fierce, I can’t imagine Ariel could resist that.’

‘Oohh well, I’ll get over it. I have Clarita now. My leave ends tomorrow, we’ll make arrangements and I’ll take her to Midnight Moon. When I’m thirty, I’ll mark her as my chosen mate.’ Even with Mase, I feel that he is not really in favor of this. I know my motives are selfish, I keep Clarita with me with no guarantees for the future. But I intend to be good to her, there is nothing she will miss. And then, when she has her own career with her company, she will have the life she wants.

‘If she agrees and you’re both happy, then it’s a good thing. But make sure she’s sober when she answers you, though. Because she won’t refuse you anything in this condition.’ We both burst out laughing, I know exactly what he means. I have no intention of taking advantage of her intoxicated state. Tonight, she will stay with me on the yacht, I will not allow her to drive home. Whoever this girlfriend of hers is, if she calls Clarita’s phone, I will explain everything.

Finally, my girl has reached her limit.

I pick her up and take her to my cabin. I quickly undressed her, took a wet cloth from the bathroom and cleaned her up. Then I tucked her into my bed. Her eyes did not open for a moment, except for a few sighs, she was fast asleep.

I take a refreshing bath myself, put on my boxers and get into bed next to her.

After holding her against my chest, I turn off the lamp on the bedside table and fall asleep.

I wake up to the sound of heavy moaning next to me. Clarita is holding her head, she has a severe hangover from the lavish party.

“Just lie back, I’ll get you some aspirin,” I say quietly as I jump out of bed.

I get two pills from the bathroom cupboard and fill a glass at the sink. When I get back to the bedroom, I notice that her face is flushed and her eyes are puffy.

“Do you always party so hard? You really let yourself go”.

She smiles painfully, grabs the glass and drinks the medicine with a gulp. “Thanks, Zane,” she whispers. “I’m going to get some more sleep. I’ll be back to my old self in a few hours.”

I frown at her, hoping she will sober up soon. Time is not on my side, I need to talk to her, there is no time to lose. She stretches out her hand to pull me towards her.

Sighing happily, I give in, take her onto my chest again and she promptly falls asleep.

She feels so good in my arms like she belongs there. I can’t believe that a week after breaking up with Ariel, I can feel this way about another woman. A week ago I was devastated by the lack of love I was getting from my fate and here is a human snoring contentedly beside me. As if that’s all she wants, my attention and affection.

I fall asleep again, the warmth next to me soothing my mind.

Claw is content too, he feels like a king with Clarita in our arms. I wonder what keeps him from claiming her as our mate.

Caressing hands moving down my stomach to my crotch startle me from my sleep.

No, this isn’t a dream. Clarita’s hand now has a firm grip on my morning hard-on and I can even feel her tongue circling my nipple. It has been a long time since I last had sex, and my resistance is not the strongest at the moment. But I know I have to stop her, she must still be suffering from that huge hangover.

“Do you even know what you are doing, baby?” I ask hoarsely in lust. I grab her hand and try to slide out of bed. But she jumps on top of me, straddles my hips and stares at me.

“I’m not drunk anymore, Zane. And I want you. Ever since the first time I saw you,” she bends down, kissing my face lightly.

“Take me, please. I want you so bad that it burns there, like I’m on fire.”

I watch her hesitantly, wanting to make sure this is not the request of a tipsy woman.

She notices my reluctance and slowly begins to move seductively against me, my hard-on now starting to throb painfully. “Are you sure? I don’t want to have a one-night stand with you. I want to keep you all to myself”.

She laughs huskily and slides down my boxers. Goddess, this is too much.

I turn her onto her back on the bed and kiss her hungrily. My hands caress her body and it is only now that I realize she is naked. When my hand passes over her nipple, she lets out a cry of pleasure. Her nails claw into my back, forcing me to continue. And as her slender legs wrap around my waist, my last vestige of self-control disappears.

For the next hour, my cabin is filled with cries of pleasure and fiery urges of need…