All Chapters of Howl at the Moon, Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The bass dropped hard as Aislyn swallowed. She did her best to look around the room, hoping Derek wasn’t there in the crowd suddenly. She didn’t want him to think that she’d take just anyone’s attention. It was all but a day difference between then and now and watching Micha made her heart pound harshly in her chest.    Micha slid her body, her back to his front suggestively. Her left arm snaked up behind her, dragging her glitter up the side of him. Aislyn groaned at the sight of her wrapping her arm around the back of his neck then, making him curve himself against her. Unlike Derek, Micha’s choice allowed her to pull his arm around her and settle his palm widely across her soft belly. Her hips swayed suggestively from side to side until he complied. It was hard to look away from the clearly possessive way he responded to her friend, but as his other hand slid over the curve of her hip

  Aislyn stood quickly, crossing the room to hit the button and release the door. As she pushed it outward to let her friends in, Micha was the first to rush in.    “Oh my Gods, Aislyn,” she huffed. “Are you okay?”    Micha was dressed in her skinny jeans and green halter top from yesterday that smelled heavily of cocoa butter and mint which was just enough of a zap to her senses to wake up further.    “Yeah?” she sighed.    “Micha,” Candice scowled. “Give her some space. She’s been up here all night. The last thing she probably needs is someone in her face.”   If she could have, she would have spoken up against what Candice

======= Derek =======“Please, Derek…”  he heard her whine just beyond the hanging cloth divider in her bedroom.    Derek panicked as he stood in her hallway after those two left. He could still scent them in the room, their dishes still out on the table begging to be examined. At least there he knew that he’d be able to puzzle them out. It would be weird to, he knew, but the way the women spoke made him bristle. While he knew that all species could be crewel, Derek wanted to be sure that his love wouldn’t be mixed up with them any longer than she needed to be, if he had any say in i

“You do?” Derek couldn’t possibly hide the surprise that lingered in his question.    Aislyn nodded against him.    “Why?”    Derek had to hear it. He had to know that this wasn’t just one moment in the sea of many still to be had or rather, missed..    Again, he felt her nod, but it wasn’t enough.    “Tell me,” he pleaded against her lips.    “It’s hard to explain,” she whispered, still seeking him… his touch…   Derek hummed again in appreciation that she was still speaking to him on this level; that she didn

The thrill of coming apart with her, as awkward of a moment this was, had been everything. His love, ever eager to help him through this, still tongued his knot as he continued to gasp for air. Derek’s right hand dove into her hair, pulling it roughly to bend her back to him but she tightened her grip on him. It kept him oddly in place while he spurted hot ropes of come up into the air. It fell like lace, drizzling her crown, hands and tongue.    He’d never felt anything so powerful in his life.    The thought of his rut eventually coming to pass promised him that there would be plenty of times she could experiment with him in the future. It made him grin but then that lasting article of clothing mocked him. This afternoon, in no way, went according to plan. He was, however, completely bare to the love of his life, moaning