Mating Moon Pull

Dean moved away and stood in front of me. He tilted my chin our eyes met. He smelled like rain and vanilla. Why did it smell so good? He said something but it went in one ear and out the other.
“Layla?” The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Why do you smell so good?”
He barked out a laugh. “The mating moon.”
I snapped out of it. The pull of the special moon made wolves wild with desire.
He touched my chin and then moved to hold my neck. I leaned into him. If he kept this up I would melt.
“I have to go.”
“You tease,” I groaned.
“Me? If you keep looking at me like that then I’ll never leave.”
I pulled his jeans and fiddled with the belt buckle. “That doesn’t sound bad.”
“Who’s going to secure the pack?”
“Gabe,” I responded, undoing the belt.
He groaned but he didn’t move to stop me. I took that as a green light. The belt landed on the floor. I undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper.
“Ugh, Little Wolf.”
“I know what I’m doing,” I whispered.
But hadn’t freed his member from its constraints. I wanted to feel him in my mouth, have him feel me up entirely.
“Sure,” Dean laughed. “Wait.” He snatched my wrists.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He walked to the walk-in closet. I heard drawers open and close then he appeared holding a black rope. I shrunk back a little.
“What’s that?”
“You want to play so we’re going to play. On your feet.”
My eyes went from the rope to his stern face. Did he care the door was unlocked and anyone could walk in on us? Dean liked to be in control, he was the Alpha King for crying out loud. I got to my feet. Dean yanked my pants down, leaving me bear in my black tongs.
He stepped back.
“Gorgeous.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Thanks.”
Dean laughed.
“Hold out your hands.”
I tilted my head to the side. Did he want to bind me? Did I want that?
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.
I nodded. I trusted Dean with my heart. I held my wrists out. He went for my hair instead. He brought my forehead to his lips.
“You’re so fragile I’m scared I’ll break you.”
“Maybe I want that.”
“No, you don’t. I’ll go easy.”
The rope went around my wrists, binding them together. I tugged but they wouldn’t give way.
“Tight?” Dean asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
My legs landed between my thighs. I got on my knees because Dean’s cock was a rock in his pants he wouldn’t let me go that easily. How was I going to do this with my wrists bound? Dean was left to do all the work. He teased me by stroking himself inches from my lips. I groaned and pouted. He laughed.
A shiver ran through me the tug of the mate bond turned to torture. If he didn’t touch me now my wolf would break through these binds.
I opened up and took in his member when I thought he was done Dean pushed himself in.
“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered.
I did as told struggling to accommodate his member. He threw his head back and groaned. Finally, the mate bond eased but it wasn’t satisfied. Dean grabbed the back of my head and began a steady thrust. Moisture dampened my underwear. I ached to ease the throb between my legs but I couldn’t move my hands the right way to touch myself.
“You feel so good, Little Wolf.”
He moved faster. I shifted so I could suck him better. Watching him getting his fix set me on fire. I loved knowing I satisfied him but the need to touch him was intense. I didn’t realize how bad the rope would be.
I pleaded with Dean using my eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that, Little Wolf,” he laughed.
He wasn’t going to help me. My nipples needed attention and my core was an inferno. Dean finally pulled out and I gasped in a breath. He yanked me off the ground and tossed me on the bed. In a second my thongs were hurled across the room.
“Your scent’s driving me crazy.”
He pinned my wrists over my head. The sudden thrust hurt my arms but I didn’t care the second Dean’s mouth found my core and sucked my neglected clit.
I didn’t last long I came all over Dean’s face. He continued stroking me with his tongue after my orgasm. He drove in another finger, bringing me to another orgasm quickly. I was seeing stars.
“I’m close,” Dean said.
He climbed on top of me. I tried to hold him but remembered I was restricted. He pulled me down the bed and wrapped my legs around his waist. We stared at each other before his member penetrated me.
“Do it,” I said the only portion of control I had.
His member slipped inside me. He thrust in and out, hard and fast. He dug his nails into my thighs as he came. I came next, panting and exhausted.
“You okay?” Dean asked.
“Exhausted.”
Dean responded by loosening the rope and setting me free. He spooned me later as sleep consumed me.
***
*I appeared in the meadow my favourite place in Ember back. There was a path I never noticed and I’d been coming here all my life. It led me to the forest down an opening of an oak tree. I shouldn’t have gone down there but I couldn’t control myself.
“Are you sure this will work, Xander?”
Mom’s voice came from the secret place. It was an underground cave with blue gems hanging from the ceiling. There my parents were standing beside the Alpha in front of an altar where a purple rock was held up by a silver staff.
“We have no choice. They’ll find it and the safest place for the stone is in Layla,” my Father said.
The Alpha shook his head. “This is a mistake! If we put the stone’s power in the child it’ll be lost.”
“She’ll learn to control it. Who knows how this will help us prosper,” Dad said.
“What if it has a different effect?” Mom asked her eyes filled with worry.
“No, we’re not doing this. Take the stone and run. Our enemies won’t get their hands on it. That’s an order Xander.” The Alpha marched out of the cave leaving my parents alone.
I wanted to stand with them but I couldn’t move beyond my point. Mom held a baby in her arms, covered in cotton blankets. They looked at each other with heavy burdens on their shoulders.
“He’s going to separate our family what about Layla? Her wolf’s weak,” Mom said.
“I don’t care about the damn stone. The Alpha can go to hell. I won’t let my daughter die because of a defective wolf!” Dad’s voice faded.
The ground beneath us shook but my parents didn’t notice. The ceiling came down on us. I panicked because rocks fell close and around me. I couldn’t run and I couldn’t scream. They needed to get out before it was too late.
“Layla…” Dean called but I couldn’t see him.
The cave was filled with rocks my parents were gone and so was the stone.*