Moon Shifter 02 - Primal Possession

the soothing contact. Her silence made him want to open up. “Connor and I were out playing. We lived in the Highlands at the time and as the cubs of the pack Alpha, we had freedom to run and play as long as we stayed within a couple miles of our home. My mother…died a year before and it broke our father’s heart. It’s like he lost sight of protecting his pack and when a group of fae decidedthey wanted our territory, the pack was too weak to defend itself. Everyone there was slaughtered.” If they hadn’t been out playing that day and if their father hadn’t telepathically warned them to stay away, they’d be dead too. Some days Liam hated his father for turning so weak after their mother died. He’d emotionally abandoned them a year before his death, but actually losing him had ripped Liam’s heart out. But he didn’t tell her any of that. Some things he couldn’t bear to say out loud.
    December’s hands suddenly squeezed his, the action a soothing balm over emotions he thought he’d buried long ago. “I lost my parents when I was eight too. Car accident, nothing as violent as what happened to your pack, but I actually do understand what it’s like to feel so alone at such a young age.”
    His own heart twisted for her loss. He didn’t know much about her family life, but she’d only ever mentioned Parker and it was obvious they depended on each other. “At least you had your brother.”
    She paused, then nodded. “I did. He’s the best big brother.” He was under the impression she was going to say something else, but instead she pursed her lips together, as if forcing herself not to speak.
    For a while neither of them spoke. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It was hard to care when she stared at him with those intoxicating blue eyes that seemed to darken each second that ticked by.
    It started out as a trickle, but as time stretched out between them, her lust was almost a live thing as it wrapped around him, strong and seductive. Everything male inside him flared to life at the scent.
    He fought to breathe and to contain his inner wolf. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. “December—”
    With surprising speed, she cut him off as she leaned forward and brushed her lips over his. For only a brief second he thought about pulling away, but when her tongue teased his lips, he buried that idea fast. After what he’d just shared with her, he felt raw and exposed and the feel of her kissing and touching him soothed his most primal side.
    He cupped the back of her head tightly, letting his fingers tangle in that thick mass of hair. Her tongue invaded his mouth with surprising insistency. Damn, the spicy scent of her need was so potent it enveloped all of him and seeped into his pores. It made him burn with the desire to touch all of her.
    Her hands clutched his shoulders and she slid onto his lap, straddling him where he sat. Normally he needed to be on top, to assert his dominance, but the feel of her writhing over him like this was more than he’d fantasized about. He liked this side of December, but he had to know he wasn’t taking advantage of her.
    Somehow he pulled his head back but kept his hand on the back of her head. “I don’t want you to regret what you’re doing, Red.”
    Her expression softened at the use of his nickname for her. “I won’t,” she said simply.
    “I was serious earlier. I think…you’re ovulating, which basically means you’re in heat for my kind.”
    “I think you’re right.” Her quiet answer surprised him.
    He needed her to understand exactly where he stood on this. “When I take you, I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”
    A blend of anticipation and uncertainty clear in her eyes, she nodded shakily. He knew she didn’t completely comprehend what he was saying, but the most selfishpart of him didn’t care. December was his. Now he was going to show her exactly what he meant.
    When she began moving over his erection, his grip on her head tightened. The need to claim her was overwhelming, but he fought back his inner wolf. He was the one in control, not it. With one hand, he reached for the zipper of her jacket and tugged it down. Once it was free, he slid a hand under her thick sweater.
    The feel of her soft skin made him groan and as he reached one of her breasts, she moaned into his mouth. Her fingers twisted wildly in his hair as she held on to him with equal urgency. As he pulled one of her bra cups down and