Page 16 of Bad Moon Rising (Dark-Hunter 17)
CHAPTER FIVE
"Fang?"
Fang froze as he heard the seductive voice of what had to be the sexiest wolfswan in their pack. Petra. Tall, sultry, and stacked like a brick house, she stirred the hormones of every wolfswain who saw her. He'd never been an exception to that.
Until tonight.
He frowned as she closed the distance between them and rubbed herself against his side. Reaching up, she grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged at it.
She purred in his ear. "I'm in heat, baby. You want to help me out?"
Was that a trick question or what? Fang nuzzled his face against her neck, inhaling her scent. Normally that would have been more than enough to flame his lust to the point he'd be more than able to accommodate her.
C'mon, body, wake up.
But he only stirred a little bit.
What the hell?
She reached down to cup him like a pro. "Is something wrong?"
"No."
She pulled back to grimace up at him when he didn't get instantly hard. "You haven't mated, have you?" That would be the natural assumption since the moment a wolf mated he could only be enticed by his mated female and never again by another. Something that seriously sucked. It was why he was in no hurry to find a mate. Too much like eating the same meal every night. Who wanted that?
Petra jerked at his hands, looking for the mark that always signaled them when the Fates had chosen their significant other. It was a mark that only appeared on their palms after they'd had sex.
Problem was, he hadn't touched anyone in the last three weeks. Not since he'd seen Aimee.
He pulled his hands away from her. "I'm not mated."
Relief lightened her expression as she reached for his fly. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Inspiration . . . and an erection would definitely help. His cock twitched as she skimmed it with her nails, but didn't do much more than that. Not even her groping was helping.
Fang kissed her and she attacked him.
Still he was cold. Empty. Where was the usual fire he felt? The driving need to be inside her.
He just felt . . .
Nothing.
She sank her hand deeper inside his jeans to cup him as she breathed in his ear. That sent chills over him, but he still had no desire to touch her.
Nipping his ear hard, she pulled back with a curse and slammed her fists into his chest. "What is wrong with you?"
Fang looked at her blankly, wishing he had an answer. Instead, he could only think of one thing. "Parvo."
She screwed her face up in disgust. "Parvo, my ass. C'mon, Fang. I don't want to mate with the rest of these losers. You're the only one I want."
"The mind is right there with you, baby, but the body . . ."
She slapped him. Hard. "You suck!"
Fang wiped the blood from his lips with a grimace. That was the biggest problem with wolfswans. When their hormones took over, they were brutal bitches. Come to think of it, the last time they'd had sex, Petra had bitten his shoulder so hard it'd bled. He even had a permanent scar from it.
She grabbed his hair and kissed him again.
Now his own anger snapping, he pushed her back. "Go slap someone else. I'm not in the mood to be bitten and clawed tonight."
She wrenched at his hair hard enough to pull a handful of it out. "It figures. You would have PMS when I'm in heat." She growled at him. "Fine. I'll go find Fury."
And may you both be mates for all eternity . . .
In hell.
It was what they deserved. Brushing his lips, which were still stinging from her blow, he zipped his pants, then sank down to the ground. He lay on his back to stare up at the dark sky, trying to find some kind of solace.
He heard a scuffle in camp where Petra must have spread her scent around to incite the others. Most likely they'd fight and the winner would take her.
But pleasing a wolfswan in heat was no easy matter. It often took a whole night and sometimes two or three others would be needed to sate her. Of course that all changed once a female mated. Then she was off-limits to any except her chosen male.
