Call of the Moon: (BBW Paranormal Hunters Erotic Romance) (Avalon Book 2) by Mina Carter Page A

against the horror of what he’d become. Even if I hadn’t been so attuned to the moon’s path, I would have known something was wrong just by looking at his face.
    Jasen…my hunter boytoy…was infected with the were-virus.
    “Fuck me then,” I offered, arching my back to present myself to him. Relief flooded his eyes at the permission. We’d done everything we could to stop the first change. Wolfsbane, blessed ointments, spirit quests. So far so good, but each month, the creature got stronger. The only thing that held back the feral urges was sex. Hard and fast, sometimes rough, sex.
    I expected him to press the advantage, part my legs wider and waste no time getting that thick cock, balls deep inside me. To my surprise, he didn’t. A deep rumble in the back of his throat, he ran his lips down my neck, nuzzling and rubbing his cheek against me. His larger body surrounded mine, protective and possessive at the same time. His hips canted, his cock riding back and forth over my clit, eased by the slickness of my arousal. The small bundle of nerves ached, begging for more.
    Until Jasen, sex had been very much take it or leave it. After a hard night’s hunting…I’d mostly leave it in favor of sleep. Now? I was ready to get down and dirty at a moment’s notice. Where this addiction had come from, I had no clue. But I wasn’t about to argue. Not when there was a young, extremely hot guy ready to indulge my every perverted fantasy.
    “Oh god, yeah. That feels good.” A moan escaped me as his heated shaft rubbed faster over my slick lips and the swollen nub of my clit. It wasn’t enough, though, I wanted that cock inside me. Now, quicker than now, preferably yesterday.
    The demand he quit fucking about and got on with the actual fucking hovered on my tongue, but I didn’t get chance to utter the words. He dipped his knees and thrust. One short, hard movement that filled me to the stretching point.
    My head dropped back against the tile as water cascaded over me. It was a power shower set to the max, so I felt every little pinprick as his cock throbbed thick and hard inside me. The smell of warm skin, shower gel, and sex surrounded us as the steam built in the small enclosure.
    Jasen reared back to look at me. Our gazes locked as tightly as our bodies were. His nostrils flared, and the tiny muscle in the corner of his jaw jumped. It always did when he fought for control. Amber leeched into his hazel eyes, a bright ring around his irises that stilled my heart right in my chest.
    “Jasen? You still with me, babe?”
    My voice was kind of level, if slightly breathless and lover-like. Since I was unarmed, in a shower cubicle with a guy about to shift into something four-legged and furry, I should have gotten a medal for not freaking out.
    “Stay with me, hun. I’m right here, feel me around your cock. Tight and wet, feels good…doesn’t it?”
    I rolled my hips as I spoke, trying desperately to keep the begging note out of my voice. I could already see the inscription on my gravestone: Here lies Gwen. Fucked, literally.
    Come on. That had to work. Because if it didn’t, I was all out of ideas. The only weapon I had in here was the shower gel. Perhaps I could squirt it into his eyes, get past him to the bedroom, and to the weaponry there… As soon as the idea entered my mind, I dismissed it. This was Jasen. Not some random wolf I hunted.
    Besides, I wasn’t really defenseless. I still had a few tricks up my sleeve…abilities no hunter alive had, apart from me…or should have. Skills no human should have. The cost was too great. I’d use them to save him, but only if I had too.
    “Ooh.” He blinked as I slid back down his shaft, impaling myself on his hardness. When he opened his eyes, the amber was gone, replaced by shining hazel.
    “Oh god, yeah. That feels fucking fantastic. Do it again,” he demanded, claiming my lips in a hard kiss. His tongue thrust past them, tangling with mine in an erotic duel as he