Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6) by Georgette Clair (little red riding hood ebook free txt) 📗

see inside, but anyone who looked would know what they were doing.

She didn’t fucking care.

And they didn’t seem to either.

Couples all over the room were in varying states of undress, shielded by dividers between their tables and booths. This entire event was for this, to foster touch and connection without the sharing of mates or singles who would be hurt in the process.

The Moonstone had found a way to be more like the wolves within their souls.

“Do you see it now, pequeña? Your pack are here with you, welcoming you and trusting you to welcome them as well. Lift you voice so they can hear.”

Adonis slammed into her, wringing a scream from deep within her throat.

It was like a dam broke, the signal they were waiting for.

The room filled with moans and grunts, the dancers now fading away to the background, an erotic backdrop to the reality now happening around them. Fabiana didn’t care; she’d been liberated in a way she had never experienced. She was one with them, bolstered by their enjoyment of her pleasure as they sought their own.

One voice.

One sound.

One pack.

“Hold it, pequeña. Hold it and they will too.”

His girth stretched her even more in this position. He controlled her movements as surely as if he’d bound her with rope again. All she could do was roll her hips, the motion moving the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“Hold it.”

Adonis shifted underneath her and moved his hips faster, battering that spot over and over again. She panted, soaking him with her enjoyment of the change.

“You’re so fucking wet. So wet.”

Using her hold on the wall, she rocked back into him, their bodies coming together harder with each thrust.

“Yes,” she hollered. “Right there.”

“Tell them, mate.”

“Oh, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

He rose to his feet and held her hips as he jackknifed into her so hard her teeth rattled. But it was perfect, just what she needed, and she screamed.

The women joined her, crying out one after another down below. Adonis’s Alpha call wrapped around Fabiana, pulling her in before he allowed it to spread, connecting his pack.

Their pleasure multiplied and rebounded on the other, twisting and colliding until she couldn’t catch her breath. She knew them all, swallowed their climaxes while adding hers to the fray. It was magical, this moment, this coming together as one.

They were as one body, one soul, crying to the moon.

By the time Adonis released her, tears flowed freely down her face.

Fabiana had never felt that level of acceptance in all her life.

Adonis lowered her to the couch with him, cradling her on his hips and running his fingers through her hair as she tried to collect herself.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay.”

She buried her face in his neck and wrapped her arms around him. Adonis held his grip on her and leaned forward. Ice clinked, a cork popped, and the sound of liquid being poured into a glass assaulted Fabiana’s amped-up senses.

“Drink, before Raphael kills us both for wasting his drink,” Adonis said, offering her a flute of champagne.

A watery chuckle escaped her. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“No, a moping Raphael isn’t something anyone needs to see.”

“Are they always like this?”

Adonis kissed her forehead. “I’ve never been mated before, so I don’t know.”

She leaned back and sipped her drink. “You never came?”

He shook his head. “Only mated pairs. I knew what happened, of course, because they brought the idea to me, but I never participated outside of making sure everyone was okay with it.”

“I think I’ll enjoy it when the next couple mates. That was …” Fabiana couldn’t find the words.

“Exotique,” he joked. “I never saw a mated pair upset after the show, that was for sure. I can see why.” He rested his head on the back of the couch. “I don’t think I even want to move from here now.”

“I’d like to be in my bed.”

“Then I suppose I will have to. We can leave anytime you’re ready.”

The stage was quiet. Fabiana hadn’t noticed when the dancers left and the music stopped.

“Wow, we were um … we didn’t even get to see the whole show.”

“I don’t think they expected us to. Come on, grab the bottle and we can head home.”

“Past everyone?”

Adonis laughed. “No, we can use another exit.”

He helped her fix her dress before he carried her, champagne and all, out the of the room. They slipped down the stairs and backstage, where costumes and props littered the floor. Adonis picked his way through the mess and continued out the back door. It didn’t take long to lope around to the front of the building and get in the car, and it took even less time to reach their home.

“Don’t run from them tomorrow. Tonight was meant to bring you closer to them, not make you feel shy.”

“I know, and I won’t. It’s just close to the surface right now. I’d never felt anything like that, and I guess I’m processing.”

“That I can understand. My Alpha call changed tonight, and I’ll have to see what that means for my pack. We’ve never been able to feel each other like that before. Maybe having a mate is what did it.”

Adonis got out of the car as she mused over his words. Each Alpha was different, and their Alpha call was like a fingerprint. Pasquale had piercing control, Dominic was forceful like a weapon, and Arturo’s power was like a weight slamming down on a wolf.

The sort of pack Adonis had created—a familial bond born of their appreciation for him—made the entire dynamic more about the connection. They let him in, and he accepted them for exactly who they were.

Her door