Taken by Moonlight (72 page)

Zahira
nodded. “Conall Athelwulf, will you take this female you have claimed to be
your true mate throughout her lifetime?”

“Yes.”

She asked
the same question of Vivienne, about Conall. She answered yes.

Zahira
nodded and spoke in a strong, carrying voice, “Luna approves of the mating of
our pack alpha to this female. Take your mate, Conall Athelwulf.”

She stepped
back, and blended into the crowd of people around them. Vivienne felt the
crowd’s anticipation even as fear rose inside of her.
What now?

Conall
turned to her and smiled.

You have
nothing to fear,
alainn
.

Slowly, he
reached for the binding of her robe. Vivienne held her breath as he undid it,
and pushed the material to the side. The bitter chill touched her naked body
and Vivienne inhaled deep, her nipples puckering instantly.

She looked
to the side and noticed that everyone was watching her. The men all seemed to
be watching her exposed parts.
Look at me,
alainn
.

Vivienne
refocused on Conall and tried to calm herself. His hand stroked her side
lovingly, and she relaxed. Sliding his hands up, he pushed the material from
her shoulders. It fell behind her, leaving her completely exposed.

An excited
ripple went through the crowd as he stepped away and began undoing his robe.
Vivienne’s fear was overcome with lust as she stared at his sculpted nakedness.
Despite the cold, he was saluting her.

Lie
down,
alainn
.

She obeyed,
lying back on the robe and looking up at the moon above them. She was about to
be taken, outside, under the moonlight, by Conall. It seemed appropriate.

Nudging her
legs apart, he moved between them. He licked at first one breast then the
other, warming and exciting her, before licking his way down her body. When his
tongue swirled over her sex, she cried out, her hips bucking against his face.
He remained there, pleasuring her for a few moments before he pushed to his
knees, and tapped her hips.

On your
hands and knees, Vivienne.

She did as
told, shivering when his hand ran down her back, over her butt, and cupped her
intimately. His warm body covered her moments later. In a deep, carrying voice,
he asked, “Do you take me as your mate, Vivienne?”

“Yes, I
do.” His cock brushed the opening of her sex and she moaned.

“I take you
as my mate, Vivienne Bordeaux. I take you as my other half, the mother of my
children, the only female in my bed,” he said clearly. Vivienne grinned,
certain she heard a few whines at his last declaration. Bitches.

Say the
same for me,
alainn
.

She
repeated her own declaration, crying out when upon completion, he pushed his
thick length into her body. Her fingers clenched at the robe beneath them and
she groaned. She heard moans coming from around them and lifted her head. Some
of the other
weres
were going at it, some couples in human form, others
in animal. A few thrusts in, and Conall’s jaw clamped shut over her shoulder,
his lower body still moving furiously against hers.

You said
you trust me with you life, Vivienne. You will have to do so now. Change,
alainn
.

Vivienne
shook her head as panic set in.
I don’t know how.

I will
show you,
he said
soothingly, lifting one hand to caress her aching breasts. When the panic
faded, he continued,
Think of your wolf, Vivienne.
When he saw the beast
come to the forefront of her mind, he said,
That’s it,
alainn
. Now
think of the change. How you felt when you changed.
She did. He easily slid
into her mind, merging with her as he called to his beast, to his change.

She felt
like she was drowning in herself, and in him. Vivienne felt her orgasm approach
at the same time she felt a large presence, an achy but not terrible heat. Her
body was there, but not. Conall was above her, pumping steadily. She cried out,
whining when her orgasm washed over her, and Conall bit down harder.

He froze
inside of her, impassively holding himself still and waiting for her to come
around. As soon as she did, he began to move once more. His thrusts were
wilder, much wilder than she’d ever had, faster, harder. Vivienne looked down
and recognized something. She was in the wolf’s body again, so that meant
Conall had shed his human body for that of his wolf. She tried to turn, to see,
but an ominous growl stopped her.

So instead,
she just let herself feel. The wildness, she enjoyed. Her heart beat faster, seeming
to match the quick, hard thrusts delivered by Conall’s wolf. Another growl and
she felt the swollen base nudge against her opening. He pushed once, and she
cried out, whining as pain turned into the pleasure. She moved forward a bit
and he growled a warning before thrusting forward again. As he came fully into
her, Vivienne yelped, groaning as his thrusts continued.

He
continued until she whined and shuddered, feeling her body come apart under
his. Only then did he come, pushing against her and grunting as his seed shot
into her. Vivienne felt the tension leave him as he released his grip on her
shoulder. He licked at her bite marks, and slowly brought them to the ground.
The position was a bit awkward at first, but Vivienne found herself leaning closer
to him, which made it bearable. He was still hard and buried deep.

So,
we’re officially mated?

Yes.
He sounded relieved. She smiled.

Is it
finished?

Not yet,
alainn
.

At that
moment, a large, blond wolf approached them, sniffing at their joined parts,
before laying his head on both of their bodies. Vivienne recognized Raoul by
his scent. Instead of moving away, he took up position by their heads. A
silver-gray wolf came next, did the same thing, and took up position by their
feet. Sloan.

As they lay
like that, the male wolves approached one by one, paying homage in a way
similar to Raoul and Sloan. Conall only tensed once, when Rafael approached,
but the male only did what the previous ones had done, although he seemed
highly amused by Conall’s reaction.

Vivienne
thought they’d stopped, but then the females approached, with Zahira leading
them. In wolf form, the Elder sniffed at them before she rolled onto her back,
presenting her belly to Vivienne. Sensing something was required of her,
Vivienne tapped her nose to it. Verity was next, and then Samia. Vivienne
tensed, unsure of what to expect, but Samia only did the same as the females
before her. As the other females came, Vivienne relaxed against her mate as he
affectionately nuzzled her. The last of the females were coming through, these
smaller, and more timid than the rest, when she felt Conall slip from her.

Don’t
move,
alainn
.

She didn’t,
watching as the females sniffed and showed their bellies, until finally Zahira
returned to them. She was human and clothed in the robe once more. “Before
Elders and pack, you are declared officially mated. May Luna see fit to give
you many children.” And then she turned and looked around the gathering of
wolves. “May this night be fruitful in more ways than one. The food has been
released.”

Howls went
up around the clearing and Conall stood, nudging Vivienne into doing the same.
They cut quite an image, the large black wolf and the sleeker white wolf at his
side.

What are
we doing?

Hunting.
The food was released today. Chickens, hares…other small animals.

As they
made their way through the crowd, the wolves parted, some nudging her
affectionately as they did so.

Run with
me, Vivienne.

They tore
off for the trees, followed abruptly by the howls of the pack behind them.

Conall led
her as deep into the makeshift woods as he could, wanting some semblance of
privacy with his mate. She was beautiful as a wolf, majestic-looking with her
white fur and shocking blue eyes. His wolf approved, constantly nudging and
licking at her. Even the beast seemed domesticated around her.

There was a
small stream next to them, and he watched as Vivienne went over and began to
lap at the water. Sliding up behind her, he sniffed at her, moving away when
her tail swatted at him playfully.

She lifted
her head, blue eyes finding his yellow stare and holding it, before she jumped
across the stream, tossed him a challenging grin, and began to run.

Vivienne
….

If you
catch me, you can have me.

His wolf
howled even as the man tried to negotiate the terms.
Forever?

Yes,
forever.

The wolf
began tracing her scent, leaping across the cold stream and sniffing her out.
I
thought I already had you forever.

Catch me
anyway.

He tracked
her, until a flash of white flew past him. Grinning, Conall ran her down,
pouncing on her back to topple her, and then rolling away. She was up quickly,
and tried to escape once more. He tackled her again, until breathing harshly,
she licked at his face and gave up.

I always
feel small compared to you, even as a wolf.
Standing, she stretched elegantly.

You
are
tiny compared to me,
alainn
.

As a wolf,
he towered over her by many inches, and probably outweighed her by at least a
hundred pounds. He sniffed at her intimately again, and she lifted her tail,
gasping when he licked at her. Conall continued his licks until she was
panting, and whining.

Placing his
front paws against her, he inched his way against her until his cock touched
her warm and wet opening. He pushed forward, growling as he slipped inside. Conall
caught sight of a few wolves spying on them, but they were ignored. His only
concentration was Vivienne. It wasn’t long before she was mewling beneath him,
crying out as he drove her over the edge. He wasn’t far behind, coming inside
her body without pinning her.

She needed
no help changing back to her human form. In moments, her human body was
sprawled against him. Conall pulled her onto him and eyed the voyeurs. On one
side was a male and female couple in human form. The female was on her knees, her
mouth closed over the male’s cock. The other side had a wolf couple. The two of
them had finished at some time before Conall and Vivienne, and were currently
pinned. Another side had a hybrid couple, and another a human and wolf couple.
One party would shift soon enough.

I can’t
believe you found us privacy.

Conall
almost laughed. Not quite privacy. Just people who knew well how to be lurkers,
and watchers.

Is the
ceremony over?

Yes. The
pack will
….

Screw
each other’s brains out?
Vivienne supplied, lifting her head and looking over him to where another
couple was obviously doing that.

Yes.

She giggled
and buried her face in his chest.

They
were watching us, weren’t they?

Yes.

Vivienne
lifted her head again and stared at the couple. It wasn’t long before her
nipples stiffened against him, or her heat beckoned. He slid easily into her,
and she smiled and looked down at him before lifting her eyes to the couple
again. Her position gave him unlimited access to her breasts, which hung down
before him like sweet berries. She began to moan soon, working her hips faster
as she looked between him and the couple.

When her
orgasm washed over her, she cried out as her inner walls pulsed against him.
Conall rocked his hips against her until he came, rolling her under him to see
who had captured her attention.

Leon and
Penny. He immediately understood her fascination.

Leon Arnaud
was a French
were
, and his mate, Penny, an African American female. She
was darker than Vivienne, with ebony skin that was at stark contrast with the
paleness of her mate’s. They were against a tree, Leon supporting Penny with
his hands under the upper thigh of one long leg hiked around his waist. His
head rested against hers. Both were breathing hard. They’d finished recently.
As if sensing the attention, Penny looked over Leon’s shoulder and grinned.

Lowering
his head, Conall kissed his mate.

You’ve
turned into a voyeur, Vivienne.

It’s
only fair that I get to watch them since we put on a very good show tonight.

Conall
laughed again, and lifted his head. Leon and Penny were gone, probably shifted
to their wolf forms to hunt, or observe another couple.