Under the mate moon

**Layla POV**
“How far will you make me walk?” I asked Dean.
“Far enough to be private.”
“We’ve walked a long way, mate.”
“I don’t know what the mating moons were like at your pack but out here. No place is private.”
“You brought me to a cliff,” I told him.
“I like living life on the edge.”
We burst into laughter. We sat on the edge, our feet hanging off the cliff. My heart slammed forward. My mind came up with weird scenarios like someone dragging my legs from the nothingness below.
“Mating balls at my pack weren’t really balls. We had bonfires and the rest was history.”
Dean leaned in and nibbled on my ear. “I understand what history is.”
I giggled, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“We could have a bonfire one day if it helps remind you of home.”
I offered him a sad smile. “That sounds good. Sometimes I don’t want to confront the emotions and the memories, Dean. But that sounds awesome.”
“Come here.”
He pulled me close and met my lips. The mate bond strengthened with each touch.
Dean helped me to my feet.
He pulled off his black jacket and placed it on the ground.
“I’m an idiot for not bringing a blanket.”
“No, this is perfect.”
Dean pulled down the zipper and brushed the straps down my shoulders. The wind zipped through my nipples and I shivered. Dean pulled me closer, Alpha power moved from him to me, warming me up.
Dean helped me to the ground. Dean pulled my hair out from my back and draped it over my shoulders.
He kissed my lips and then moved down my throat. He kissed down to the middle of my breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath when he sucked my nipple.
“I want you to sit back and enjoy,” Dean. “Relax, mate.”
I moved my hands to his back and held him.
“There’s no one who pleasures me like you. I want to do the same tonight.”
“Dean—”
“You want me to tie your hands?”
I bit my bottom lip.
“With your belt?”
He groaned. “Don’t be a tease, babe. Spread your legs.”
I shivered. I spread my legs allowing the wind to caress the moisture there. Dean straightened and stared at my glistening clit. His fingers were like ice on hot rocks. He rubbed on my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath and panted. His middle finger penetrated my walls.
I fisted the grass as he added another finger and started thrusting in and out of me.
“Oh my gosh,” I panted.
“You’re so wet, baby.”
Dean dragged me closer to him with one arm. He curled his fingers inside me and I thought I was going to have a pleasure overload.
“Dean,” I moaned.
“Want to come again?”
“Yeah,” I panted.
He leaned over, giving me a view of the moon shining on his tattooed back. He sucked on my swollen clit and I believed a pleasure overload was on its way. I raised my legs and attempted to squeeze them shut as an orgasm came.
I shut my eyes. Dean rolled me onto my side and wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Little Wolf,” he nibbled on my ear.
“Hmm?” Too dazed to speak.
“I know our relationship hasn’t been easy.”
“What makes you say that?” I mumbled.
“For one you were locked up.”
I giggled.
“Glad you can laugh about it now.”
“I nearly lost you… that was a horrible moment.”
“I know I thought my death came early. You saved my life, Little Wolf.”
I attempted to roll over and face him but his grip kept me in place.
“You are not going anywhere,” Dean laughed.
Oh, snap.
***
“You’re sleepwalking, Little Wolf,” Dean chuckled.
“It’s two in the morning, mate.”
“It was a wonderful night.” Dean stopped and scooped me into his arms.
I smiled and kissed his cheek. He kissed my lips and carried me back to the town hall where our car was parked. The drive back to the castle was smooth. Dean scooped me out of the car and carried me through the front door like a married couple.
“I’m surprised you still have energy after last night,” I said.
Dean laughed.
“Early morning snack?” Dean offered.
“Sounds awesome.”
We ventured into the kitchen. Luckily, no one raided the kitchen for food.
“Sandwich?” Dean held up the bread.
I leaned on my arms on the table. “Great.”
He pulled out ham and cheese. He dumped it all on the table. I watched him make the messiest sandwich ever but my mate made it so it was beautiful in my eyes.
“You’re here, good,” Gabe appeared in the kitchen still dressed in last night’s suit.
“Don’t tell me you want a snack too?” Dean said, munching on his sandwich.
Gabe frowned. “Not if you’re making it.”
“He made a pretty good sandwich,” I said.
“I’m sorry I still have trust issues after he gave me food poisoning.”
I failed to hide my laugh.
“Gabe, what do you want?” Dean blasted.
“We found something in one of the rooms.”
Dean put his sandwich down and gave his brother his attention.
“A maid found it when she was cleaning up. Tubes of vampire blood.”
Dean dragged his chair back and stood. “More than one?”
“At least five tucked under the bed in a spare room.”
“This can’t be,” Dean shook his head.
“Someone’s trying to turn into a hybrid or there’s one already among us?” I asked.
“The person is likely transitioning into a hybrid,” Dean said.
“Once the transition is over they start feeding. Their appetite is worse than a wolf’s or a regular vampire's.”
“Whose room was it?” Dean asked.
Gabe’s eyes flicked to me for a second.
“One of your guests.”
“Spit it out, Dean.”
“Owen’s nephew, what’s his name?”
“Eight,” I said. “He was drinking vampire blood?”
“That prick!” Dean yelled.
“We’ve got to find him before he goes on a feeding rampage.”
“He left, though.”
“He hasn’t. I bet he put the glass in the blood area that hurt you. He’s still around and I want him found and brought to me.”