Gibbous Sex

Dean locked the door behind him. Dexter and Killian disappeared to join the other hybrids I believed. I walked to the balcony and paused. This was furniture less room with a bathroom on the right and a large window showing the garden we used for parties.
Dean opened the door for me. We stared at each other. I wondered if his chest was as heavy as mine. Our wolves were out there fighting a foe they couldn’t defeat on their own and here we were about to have sex.
He asked me to trust him so I would. I turned to him and pulled my shirt over my head.
“Little Wolf,” Dean whispered, his eyes burning holes into my skin.
His big hand ran across my abdomen. He pulled me close and met my gaze. He tilted my head and grazed my lips with his tongue.
“Goddess,” he said.
I was far from it.
“My goddess,” he added.
I smiled and ran my hands up his chest. A series of howls broke into the night one painful cry after the other.
Dean led me outside. I stared at the waning gibbous moon. I heard Dean’s belt buckle come undone. I anticipated his penetration already and his pants weren’t down yet.
I shut my eyes, what if this didn’t work? Dean’s hands slipped around my waist and his face buried in my neck.
“I love you, you know that?”
“I love you too.”
He pulled my pants down.
“The goddess’ power lives inside you which means you have access to everything inside me. Reach out for it then let it go. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Moments later Dean’s flesh made contact with mine. His rock hard cock pressed against my back. I gasped as the chill. He still had his shirt on. I gripped the metal bar keeping us from falling over the balcony.
“Spread your legs,” Dean commanded in my ear.
“Yes, Alpha.”
“King,” Dean finished.
His cock met my wet throbbing entrance. He penetrated in one swift thrust. My fingers curled around the cold bars.
“Dean,” I gasped.
Dean pushed my neck down so my face was against the metal bar. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about the battling moving this side of the castle and having them see us. Dean was already thrusting into me.
He squeezed my breast and dragged his hand down my body and stopped at the crave above my butt.
“I love your curves, Little Wolf.”
I moaned in response. I could barely produce words despite all I had to say. It was so good. I wanted it faster, harder. I wanted to be bit, slapped and fucked hard.
“Your goddess body belongs to me, Layla, me. Mine,” he said each word between strong thrusts.
“Yes, all yours.”
Was it working? The moon shined on our naked bodies but was anything working? There was a strong smell last time there was a power surge. All I smelt was The Queen of the Night flowers and Jasmine. Dean said a lot I couldn’t recall right now. Whose bright idea was this?
“Time to work, goddess,” Dean grounded out.
I thought about healing and destruction. I craved safety for my wolves. I felt Dean’s dominating wolf come for me. A golden orb shone at his centre. That was all the power the Alpha King had. I combined his power with my purple flame. When the two sources of devastating power collided.
I expected fireworks to go off in the dark starry night sky except Dean pulled out. My eyes went wide. He spun me. He lifted my leg and wrapped it around his neck. I hung onto him as my orgasm threatened. He slammed his cock into me. My nails dug into his back. My eyes fell shut as satisfaction hit me like a train out of control.
Dean’s teeth dug into my neck so deep I believed he drew blood.
“Hmm baby,” he grunted.
My heavy pants matched his. We clung to each other like nothing else mattered. A subtle smell of lilac and sawdust swirled into the air.
“Did it work?” I asked.
A chain of painful howls cut the night again. Each one a maddening cry.
“What is that?” I asked.
Dean pealed back. “Hybrids. My wolves don’t sound like that.”
“It worked?”
***
Dean and I raced downstairs and ran out the front door. The smell of lilac and sawdust was thicker down here. I blushed thinking that happened because of an orgasm. I wasn’t sure if anyone else saw the purple and gold balls floating in the sky.
Gabe marched up to us with Kenzie by his side and Lyle and Dec behind him. Lyle had nasty open claw marks on his chest.
“Are you okay?” I gasped.
Dec slapped his back. “He’s fine.”
“I’m healing, remarkably. I thought I was a goner.”
Gabe looked around at the wolves that were shifting back to human form.
“They all are,” he said, confusion on his face. That faded quickly. He stared at his brother with venom in his eyes.
“Where the hell have you been?” He shoved Dean.
“Doing all this! They’re healing because of Layla.”
“What?” Kenzie scoffed.
“Power surge. She’s the goddess’ tear drop.”
All eyes shifted to me. What do I do? Wave?
“No way. Does that make her a demi-goddess?” Lyle asked mischief dancing in his eyes.
“I never thought of that way,” Dean chuckled.
“You lucky bastard,” Lyle added.
Gabe stared at me. He wasn’t pleased. The hybrids retreated, the wolves were safe, wasn’t that good? He marched off without another word. Kenzie followed behind.
Dean draped an arm around my shoulder. “You did great.”
“We did. I can’t believe it worked.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Do you think they’ll come back?”
Dean squeezed my frame in his meaty arms and kissed my forehead.
“They’ll be back. Now it’s about power and not about raising a maniac.”
“We still have to find your Dad’s body, right?”
“Yeah, but I’m not worried about that right now.”
“Then what?”
“I’m thinking about you. I want to get you to bed, put this night behind us.”
Dean slipped his arm under my knees. I locked my arms around his neck and he pulled me to his chest.
“Let’s go Little Wolf. We just won a major battle.”