Moon Child

Seeing everyone gathered at the lake for her ceremony was breathtaking. They all smiled toward her, spoke her name with a love she couldn't quite understand. It was like they had known her for a lifetime, grown with her. These people accepted her without knowing her whole life story, and they didn't need it. Within their eyes, she was a new soul in this moment, a new woman. Their family.

She took a step toward the water, her feet still bare. The earth felt good beneath her, safe.

Kane turned from talking with Jeremiah as soon as her scent hit him. Dawn. The very thought of her made him heat up inside. When his eyes caught her standing a few feet out of the trees? It took every ounce of his control to not pick her up and take her back to the very bed they had made love in just hours before.

She was torture on the rock hard rod in his pants. Thankfully he had worn jeans, the material holding down his boner just enough to not alarm the others. The last thing he needed was to scar the kids with his show of affection.

When her emerald eyes caught his the world slowed around them. This was it. She was his, he was hers. After tonight he would never let her hurt again. She was his to protect, the love of his life.

Without saying anything they met halfway, everyone watching as their hands connected and her eyes shone silver. His cobalt gaze was sprinkled in black as he held her close. This wasn't part of the ceremony, but it was a part of them. The inability to stay away from one another, the need to always have a hold on each other. It was something that neither of them wanted to fight anymore.

"My goddess."

His low hum of a whisper had her heart skipping like a stone across water. She always seemed to lose her breath around him, and he held her together effortlessly. She wanted this more than anything. He was her chance at a new life, a better future. To love this man seemed so natural, she wondered if he was the reason she had survived this long. Somehow her wolf wouldn't die without knowing the feel of his fingers against her flesh.

"Shall we begin?"

Hazel's voice was soft, her smile bright. Looking around Dawn realized everyone present was grinning as if they knew something she did not. Perhaps she did know, and was just unsure of it all herself. Either way, she nodded and looked up into Kane's eyes once more. Her hand moved to his face, softly covering the shadow of facial hair that covered his jawline.

"I'm ready."

He leaned down then, stealing a kiss in front of his whole pack. Dawn's surprise was short lived as he moved back and smiled. This was it. She would be a part of his pack after tonight.

...

The exchanging of blood was quick and before she knew it the night was coming to a close. She was happy to have it over with. Her heart was full and her eyes had been misted over all throughout the ceremony. Every hand that took hers to welcome her into their family, every kiss to her cheek or hug that enveloped her in love. It overwhelmed her in the best of ways.

Still, when she was allowed to leave she did so quickly. Kane stayed behind to talk with Hazel, who seemed to have very important matters to discuss. Dawn might be irritated with the woman taking Kane away from her for a while longer, if she didn't need a moment to herself.

Walking through their little town in the woods she took in a deep breath. Everything was so calm, so perfect. She could feel the night air caress her skin like a long lost lover and suddenly she knew this was it. This would be her home, no matter what. She would protect these people, love them all and cherish her place within their pack.

Those thoughts carried her wistfully back home. She wanted to call it Kane's house, nothing more, yet her heart spoke in a different language. Within these walls they were one, and soon they would connect as wolves and be intertwined forever. She wanted so badly to stay with him, be happy. He had her blood now, could feel everything she felt. Did he feel how much she wanted him in that moment? How warm her flesh was as it called out for his touch?

In the next moment his hands were lifting her off the floor, her gasp consumed within his mouth. The kiss deepened as he carried her into the bedroom. When he laid her across the bed she could only look up into those onyx irises and tremble slightly.

"I feel everything Dawn, and I swear it will be a torture I thoroughly enjoy."

Her cheeks were bright with blush as he moved to lay above her. Sliding the straps of the dress down her shoulders he moved to capture the tight bud of a nipple into his mouth. Her lips parted, a heavy moan slipping from her tongue as her back arched. Slender fingers moved into his hair as he left a trail of kisses down her exposed flesh. He pulled away right as he kissed her belly button, and she could only watch as he undressed in front of her.

When he was naked he moved to cover her with his body, but this time she couldn't let him. He was always so gentle, so sweet with her body. She wanted him now, without thoughts or worries. She needed him.

Her hands planted firmly on his chest, and with a little push he understood what she wanted. Without question he rolled to his back, allowing her to straddle his waist. She felt nervous, but in the best way. She had never done this before, been in control so fully. Her green irises slipped into silver starlights as she leaned down to kiss him.

His hands gently sat upon her hips, never moving and never rushing. Just there, loving her. She lifted her hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against her glistening entrance. With her hands on his chest for support she slowly slid down the length of him. He filled her so perfectly. The tightness of her womb made him close his eyes to stop from shoving himself balls deep. She needed this, the control and the ability to do things at her own pace.

He loved it, looking up at her like this. After a couple seconds she had moved her hands away from his chest to cover her breasts. It bothered him how self conscious she was. Did she not see how gorgeous she was? His hands moved up to catch her own, their fingers twining together. The heat, their hearts, it was all connecting and she felt every cell in her body begging for more.

Moving up and down his thick cock she couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs more to consume all of him. This was what she wanted, all of him.

"Fuck."

His whisper was deep and made her even wetter. Riding his long dick had her head spinning. Her tits bounced as her movements quickened. Her heart raced as the sparks in her mind began to fill every thought with a light she had never known. He felt so good underneath her, the dresses slits proving perfect to simply move aside in such a situation.

"Kane..."

His name claimed her soul as he lifted his hips to meet her every move. They were like the perfect machine, fitted together in unison as they moved toward ecstasy. Her head fell back as he pushed himself so deep into her she thought she might taste him. She came hard and deep as he filled her with his seed.

When she came down to lay beside him he refused to let her go. Their warm skin shimmered with sweat. She couldn't help but lay her head against his heart.

"Thank you."

He frowned, unsure of the words she whispered. He could feel the pain she felt, the ache of a tormented past. As soon as they were bonded by blood he wanted to kill everyone that had hurt her. Every cell within her body was tortured as if barely able to live. He wanted to save her, protect her. Love her.

In this moment, with her head against his heart, he felt her love for him. He also felt a darkness that scratched at his insides like it did her own. How to heal her, that was what he wanted to know. What could he do to stop the pain?

"I love you Kane."

He held her protectively, his thoughts locked onto what he should do next. She needed to be able to live without fear. He wanted her to be free of the past, but how?

"I love you too."

She fell asleep beside him, and through the night she dreamt of nothing she feared. She felt the love of her soulmate, saw images of children laughing in fields of wildflowers. She was at peace.

He felt a sense of calm within her mind, and as he fell asleep he thanked the heavens for small mercies. Tonight she would rest well. As the moon held her close she smiled in her slumber, hands on her lover's flesh.