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Under The Right Moon Ch. 01

By: trueunseelie



Hope Mathews fumbled nervously with the hem of her dress. With her arms straight down at her sides, her fingers were able to pluck at the blue cotton. Did that mean the dress was too short, she thought. Great, I'm going to a job interview dressed like a slut. Hope shook her head, no negative thoughts. The outfit was a classy A-frame in a light material. She had pulled her blond hair into a French twist and had only added a pair of pearl button earrings and matching single strand necklace. 

It's not the dress you idiot, your just nervous. And boy wasn't that the truth. Hope had an interview for the position as personal assistant to the CEO of a locally owned advertising company. She wasn't quite sure how'd she'd scored the interview in the first place. She had been working for Jackson and Jackson, a temping agency, up until two weeks ago when the office had mysteriously been shut down by the IRS. The big boys hadn't liked paying their taxes.

Hope had flew into a panic, Reno wasn't exactly the cheapest city to live in. She'd crammed as many interviews into the last few weeks as possible but the economy was at a low and there wasn't that many positions open to someone with such little experience. However, yesterday while sitting in her cramped apartment eating a yogurt, the want ad gods had smiled upon her. Thompson Advertising was looking for an experienced personal assistant. When she'd called for the interview and had been asked for years of experience she did the only thing she could think of, she lied. But hell's bell's what did it matter, it got her an in.

Now, standing in front of the bank of elevators in the Bank of America building downtown, Hope was starting to think that she had been utterly stupid in exaggerating. But she really needed this job. She sighed heavily. Come on, Matthews, pull yourself together. You're a smart, hard working, dependable employee and your going to walk into that office and show them the confident woman you are. Yeah, ri-ight.

The elevator doors swooshed open and Hope stepped inside. A man entered right behind her, not just a man but a gorgeous hunk. He was tall, so tall that Hope's own 5'8" came to just below his shoulders. His body was trim but even under the expensive blue suit, she could tell he was well muscled. His brown hair was short and neat. Hope pushed the button for the tenth floor, his voice low and sultry practically purred the word, "Perfect." It was all she could do not to gawk.

Gavin Thompson was having the best day. Over breakfast he had procured a sizeable new account with an up and coming software company. His brand spanking new 2009 Dodge Viper had been delivered and he had spent the last hour roaring through the streets getting a feeling for her. He didn't have much on his plate this afternoon and as he'd entered the elevator behind a blond woman he'd scandalously let his eyes roam over the pretty young thing. 

She was wearing a fetching blue dress that showed off shapely tanned legs. The swell of her ass under the thin material was intoxicating and he imagined that his large hands would mold perfectly to the luscious and full breasts that seemed to be beckoning to him. The woman pushed the button for floor ten, his floor. "Perfect," he muttered, he'd be able to look at her as the elevator rose, though he wished it was something else that was on it's way up. 

She'd twisted her blond hair up and he wondered how it would look over his stomach. Damn it, he was making himself hard with his damn thinking. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and flared his pants out to try and conceal at least some of the bulge. Of course, she picked that moment to turn towards him. She had a pixie face with a cute nose and lush full lips. Her eyes were blue, the color of cornflowers.

Gavin flashed her his best winsome smile and she favored him back with a shy uplift of her own kissable lips. Suddenly the elevator car lurched and came to a dead halt. The lights flickered off, then returned but dimmer and Gavin assumed it must be the auxiliary power. Stuck in an elevator with a beautiful woman, there is a God.

Hope had been staring shyly at the hunky man when the elevator stopped. She had swallowed the screech that had almost escaped her lips and had muttered a curse instead. 

"What happened?" She asked, dumbly. Duh, the elevator no go. 

"I'm not entirely sure but it seemed we're dead in the water." The man answered. He reached around in front of her and opened a small door. The emergency phone, of course. She listened intently to the one sided conversation.

"Hello?...Hello? Yes, I'm in elevator three and we've stopped....Yes, that's right...How long?... Two of us...Thank you." He replaced the receiver than backed up against the wall. "They aren't sure why we've stopped or how long it will take to get us going again." 

"Great. Just freakin' great." Hope sighed heavily and slumped onto the floor, making sure her dress didn't rise to high. "The god's are laughing at me."

"How so?"

"I've got an interview right at this moment and I really need this job."

The man joined her on the floor, his long legs spread eagle. "Oh. Obsessive gambler?"

"What? No."

"You play the ponies?"

Hope shook her head, a slight smile playing across her lips.

"Oh, I know. You're someone's sugar mama." The man's own smile was all white teeth, a hundred watts that lit his green eyes.

Hope snorted. "Diffidently not."

The man offered his hand, "Gavin."

"Hi, I'm Hope." She slipped her own hand into his and a shock of electricity stunned both of them.

"Uh-oh, you know what that means?" Gavin teased.

"What?"

"We're fated."

"What!?" Hope asked, giggling.

"Yup. I've read enough books to know that a spark of electricity between two people means they're meant to be together. So don't try to get out of it."

Hope laughed out loud, "More than likely it was static electricity."

"Static electricity? Well, I was running across my carpet in only my socks this morning. Thanks by the way, for bursting my ego."

"Your ego?"

"Yup, nothing like having a beautiful woman rebut my proposal."

Hope rolled her eyes, then gave him a sly look. "Only your socks, huh?"

Gavin burst out laughing, a full male sound that brought a shiver to Hope's skin. Oh my God, Hope Mathews, you're flirting. Yes she was and damn it, she liked it.

"Wait a minute, you were on your way to a job interview?" Gavin asked with sudden insight.

"Yeeah."

"At Thompson Advertising?"

Hope nodded.

"Well, then you wont be missing that interview."

"I wont?"

"Nope. Let me reintroduce myself. Gavin Thompson, CEO and owner."

Hope's mouth dropped open and she started to climb to her feet. Gavin gripped her hand and pulled her back down.

"Sit down. Don't get up on my account."

Hope's mouth went dry, the man still had her hand in his. His warmth seeped into her along with a vibration, almost like his aura was spilling over onto her.

Gavin kept her soft, tiny hand clamped in his. He liked the warm feeling touching her caused in his chest. He shifted closer so that he could look at her face better, but he didn't release her. Something inside of him wouldn't let him

"What experience do you have?" he asked, not sure if he really cared. Hope was already hired. Gavin was infatuated. Even her smell was getting to him, some kind of body mist that made him want to lick it from her body. Under that was the sweet aroma of a woman attracted to a man.

Hope bit into her lower lip. "Actually, sir..."

Gavin grabbed his chest in mock horror. 'Sir!"

He's trying to make me more comfortable, Hope thought. She started again. "Actually, Mr. Thompson..."

"Dad are you here too?" Gavin moved his head, looking about the car.

Hope couldn't stop smiling. "Fine. Gavin," and damn if his name didn't just roll off her tongue, "to be honest I don't have that much experience. I only have a high school diploma and for the last two years I worked at a temping agency." She bit into her lip, again.

"Would you leave your lip alone, for god's sake. What did it ever do except sit there and tease me seductively?" 

Hope shook her head and gawked at him. He was just too much.

"You can type?"

"Yeah."

"File?"

"Yeah."

"Answer the phone?"

Hope rolled her eyes. "No, normally I just let it ring. I mean what if the person on the other end actually wants to talk to me."

"Well at least you have a sense of humor."

"I wasn't being funny." Hope deadpanned. 

"You're hired." Gavin said at exactly the same time that the elevator car started moving.

"I'm hired? Really?" Hope asked as she followed Gavin into his office. His legs were longer than hers and she had to walk a little faster to keep up; but damn if she didn't mind being behind him. He had one hellavan ass. He's your boss, idgit, so no looking at his butt. Well maybe one more peek. 

"Yup, you're my new assistant." Gavin held the door open for her, smiling down into her sparkling eyes. "I'm not the easiest person to work for. I mood swing enough to make any hormonal woman proud. No offense." He added.

"None taken."

"I'm not a nine to fiver. It's my business and I make my own hours, however, unless your out on errands, I expect to be able to find you here during those times." Then he added, "If I need you, though, outside of those hours I expect you to come." Gavin laughed inwardly at his choice double innuendo, if he had his way he would be putting that to the test.

Hope nodded, "I understand."

"Good. This is your office." It was nothing more than a desk in an outer room. Some well chosen prints of the surrounding city lined the walls but the desk was bare of any personal objects, making Hope assume that his last assistant had all ready removed them.

"I'm through that door," Gavin said, pointing behind her desk to a door. "Down the hall is a conference room, more offices of other people that work for me and a little kitchen area. Dress is casual. Want to have dinner?"

She'd been nodding her head vigorously as he spoke so that the proposal was inevitably excepted with a nod. "Wait, what?"

"To late you already accepted." Gavin smirked, but seeing the distress and slight terror in her eyes made him add, "To celebrate your new job and my new assistant, that way it's tax deductible."

"Oh, um, yes...okay." What's the harm, Hope thought.

Some five hours later, after half a day of trying to figure out what the hell she was doing, Hope knocked shyly on Gavin's door. His gruff "enter" made her hand twitch as it turned the knob. She took a deep breath and poked her head into his office, "I'm all finished up out here, is there anything else you need me to do before I leave?"

Gavin had his head on his desk, fiercely rubbing his forehead back and forth against the mahogany. He had just gotten off the phone with his brother, something that always gave him a headache. No matter how far he tried to distant himself from his family they always seemed to draw him back in. Gavin belonged to one of the five clans of werewolves that lived in the Reno territories. His blood brother, and pack brother, had just called to inform him that a new queen was being promoted and that his presence was mandatory at the ceremony. As much as he had wanted to tell Jake that Lucas, wolf-king, could kiss his ass, he didn't for fear of the repercussions. Lucas had one hell of a temper. 

He didn't say anything and the rough way he was abusing his flesh made Hope cringe. "Gavin, what's wrong?" She made her way farther into the office, no longer shy and unsure but distressed. Something in her wanted to comfort the man in front of her, a man she hadn't known for more than a day, but who seemed to tug at her insides.

"Oh, nothing much. Just have to attend a party that I'm not looking forward to at all."

Well that threw Hope for a loop. She had been expecting something a lot worse. "You're denting your forehead with the desk over a party?"

Gavin gave a low snort and straightened up to look at her, "Yeah, I know it sounds a little childish but that's the truth." 

Hope tilted her head to the side and gave him a look that clearly said she wanted to ask more questions but didn't know if she had the right to. She ended up nibbling on her bottom lip, a compulsive habit that was more seductive than if she had rubbed her hands over her breasts and hips. Gavin swallowed dryly, a little to aware of the petite woman standing before him. He was about to do a foolish thing, but damn it foolish was his middle name. 

He cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry, actually there is something I need you to do for me."

"Oh, ok." Hope's head was spinning, she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him, it was like he was pumping pheromones into the air or something. 

"I need you to take a letter for me."

"Let me just grab a pen and notepad and I'm more than happy to do that." She found it difficult to turn from his deep green eyes, and she had to sadly admit that a strong longing for his hands to be on her body seemed to generate through her being.

"No need, I have both that you can use." Without ever taking his eyes from hers, he waved a notepad slightly in her direction.

Something primal echoed off of his skin, a calling of sorts. It resounded through her flesh and bones as she closed those few last steps between them. Her dainty hand was reaching out to retrieve the paper when it fell from his grasp and she was being pulled roughly into his arms. In the back of her head she knew she should be protesting but her heart and mouth wouldn't let the words escape.

Hope wasn't sure when he had stood but she found herself being pressed between his muscled body and the desk. Her hands had gone to his shoulders, while his were undoing the bun her hairs was in. She felt her blond curls tumble down her back and a tight mewing sound fell from his lips.

Gavin's hands went to her nape, wrapping her hair in his fist and slightly pulling backwards, causing her to expose her neck. He assaulted her warm skin with licks and bites. She smelled so good, like vanilla and lavender and he had the urge to eat her alive. His hands released her hair and fumbled with the zipper of her dress, he needed to she her nude and free before him. He thought she might protest but her small hands massaging at the front of his jeans left little room for a misunderstanding. 

With the zipper down, Gavin stepped away from her kneading hands. Hope let the material fall from her body, the voice in the back of her head completely drowned out by the almost devastating desire for Gavin to see her, to feel her, to take her. She was wearing a black bra with matching panties, the color dazzling against her creamy white complexion. He could see her nipples hard and taunt against the lacy material. Gavin's next move was right out of a movie, his arm swooped out and knocked everything off of his desk, sending the contents flying in all directions as his large hands grabbed Hope by the hips and lifted her to the mahogany surface. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as his mouth dipped to take her lush lips between his. While his mouth captured hers, his fingers played with the lace that sat snuggly against her hip. He moved his hand to the V between her legs and pressed tightly.

Hope's hips moved automatically against the feeling of the material and his warm hand. Dimly she was aware of a whimpering sound, a pleading that she found was coming from her. "Please," she whispered, not sure exactly what she was asking for but knew, just knew that Gavin would understand. A slight pressure jerked her body as her panties were torn away. She closed her eyes and leaned back as his fingers went to working her clit. Words fell from her mouth as he played her and then his head was dropping down, her legs moving farther open to receive the kisses he placed against her.

He sucked her clit firmly into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, causing Hope to buck. Her hands went to his hair as she pressed herself against his mouth. The feeling of two of his long fingers slipping inside of her brought a cry of ecstasy so loud that she bit firmly into her bottom lip. He found her spot, and rubbed against it as his tongue and teeth tormented her clit. The orgasm hit Hope hard, one moment she was moving along to his rhythm, feeling that glorious pressure inside starting to swell and the next she was being thrown over the abyss. She came thrashing and panting hard, her hands seeking for something to grasp, anything that would give her the idea that she wasn't going to fall from the face of the world. 

Gavin took that moment to move up and over her, as her eyes refocused she was aware that he had already removed his pants and he was positioning himself. Hope started to protest, she wanted to see him. She wanted him in her mouth, to feel him quiver and shake as she rolled her tongue around him, but before she could say anything he was entering her. He pushed firmly into her opening, her hips going up around his own to try and pull him closer. He worked himself back and forth, so slowly that Gavin thought he was going to die from the yearning to just slam into her. To take her hard and fast until they were both sweaty and spent.

But first, he wanted to give her all the pleasure she could with stand. Gavin moved his hand between their bodies, stroking his finger against her clit as his other hand cupped her left breast and giggled it gently. His thumb teased her nipple while he concentrated on the rhythm of her hips. 

Hope wasn't so sure she could take anymore of his calm, tender movements. She felt desperate with need and he was killing her with kindness. The words that fell from her lips even surprised her. "Please, Gavin. Please fuck me."

And with that little beg, Gavin lost his resolve. He slid her farther down the desk, tilting her hips up so that her legs were on his shoulders and he slammed deep, deep inside of her. Hope screamed at the feeling of him hitting the end of her, she could hear herself saying, "please, yes, oh god, yes." over and over again as his rhythm was almost to rough for her to handle. However, she stayed with him, meeting his thrusts and her body seemed to demand more. 

Gavin was making growling sounds and his breath was coming in shallow pants. The climax hit Hope hard just as she started to feel Gavin falter and lose his fast pace. His body began to twitch with every stroke, and every stroke caused a ripple of ecstasy through her body. 

"Oh god, I can't keep this up. God, you feel so fucking good." Gavin whimpered, his eyes drilling into hers.

Hope gave him a teasing smile, shifted her hips up a little more and tightened her inner muscles around his throbbing cock. His body spasmed hard, "Oh, fuck wait. I'm not ready..." But Hope tightened around him again and the orgasm tore through his body, doubling himself over to pull her tightly to his chest as he yelled his release into her hair. 

They stayed like that, Gavin still inside of her as his hot breath moved along her neck. Hope pinned by his body against the desk, her hands playing up and down his back. Slowly, almost like it hurt, he pulled himself up and out of her. The feeling of him sliding out caused Hope to shiver. She stayed sprawled across the desk, feeling the wetness between her legs and not caring that she should be moving to clean up. She felt lethargic and just plain happy. Gavin didn't bother to redress either as he slumped back into the chair behind his desk.

A thought crossed Hope's mind and she gave a small snort at it.

"What?" Gavin asked.

She cleared her voice and said, "Just wondering how to fit all of that into a letter."

Under The Right Moon Ch. 02-03



Chapter 2

Hope stared at herself in the mirror above the bathroom sink, trying to tell if something, or someone, had taken over her body. She splashed cold water onto her face and stared into her own blue eyes. Please tell me I didn't just have sex with my NEW boss, she thought. Her body twitched at the memory of Gavin inside her body. She gripped the sink as the flashback ripped through her body, spasming as if she was climaxing all over again. She fought against the urge to slip a hand under her dress and touch her already throbbing clit. She was dismayed at her reaction to the sex they had just had. Sure it had been good...ok, great, but she had never responded this way before. She was on the verge of rushing back into his office and asking him, no begging him to fuck her again.

And oh my goodness, there was that word again. FUCK. She had never used it to describe intercourse, it was either sex or making love, though for her it had never been the latter. But she had uttered those words while Gavin and her had been together, and somehow she felt more empowered for it, not to mention she had loved the reaction she had gotten from Gavin. It had been like he had been waiting for her permission. 

She stared harder at her reflection. Her blond hair, which she normally kept either in a high ponytail or in a bun, hang loosely down her back. Her blue eyes seemed darker than normal, with a hint of wild eagerness to them. And her pale skin seemed to glow with a hint of a pink blush. I've never looked more feral, more alive and my god I want more. Hope fluffed out her hair, turned on her heels and went in search of the man that had seemed to kindle a desire deep inside of her. 

Gavin was a fucking coward. While Hope had been freshening up in the employees wash room, he had quickly dressed and headed out the door. The thought that kept going through his head was, WHAT HAD HE JUST DONE! She was his assistant, for god sake. But if he was truly being honest with himself, he wasn't feeling guilty about it at all, no it was the exact opposite in fact. It had been very hard not to take her again, to stay inside of her until he was exhausted from it. That's the reason he had scrambled out of his office, he had Hope so far into his brain that he thought it was much safer where he was headed. 

Gavin turned off the highway that lead into the Sierra Nevada mountain range. The Viper threw gravel as it sped down the one lane road. Lucas Friar's mansion was nestled against the Sierra's tree line. The property was isolated, which was a good thing considering that one night a month a hundred and fifty, give or take depending on who showed up, werewolves descended on the land to hunt and party. This was only Gavin's fourth time here, after he had been able to control himself during the change every full moon he had choose to hunt on his own. Gavin wasn't a big team player, and he didn't like his "king" one bit.

Lucas was standing out on the driveway, he eyed the red Dodge Viper with contempt. He didn't believe in driving a flashy set of wheels, not when it made more since to drive something that could handle the terrain. Gavin unfolded his body from the car and tried very hard not to glare at the man he was offering his hand to. 

"Lucas." He did his best to make that one word as neutral as possible. 

"Gavin, it has been a while since you've graced us with your presence at on of our get-togethers. Welcome."

"Thank you. Toby called me this morning to inform me that your taking a queen."

Gavin followed Lucas towards the house, waiting for his response. This queen business baffled him. Lucas didn't believe in sharing his power, and he sure as hell didn't trust anyone to have control over his pack. "Her name is Sasha Black."

Gavin waited for Lucas to say more but it seemed that his king was more interested in moving through the mansion towards the backyard. The house was packed with, well, pack members. He wondered if everyone was here, had they too all dropped what they were doing and came at the command of their leader. Of course, Gavin hadn't come because of the order but because he had been running away from a petite young blond that he probably could have easily bench pressed and never have broken a sweat. 

Gavin spotted Toby out of the corner of his eye. His younger brother was moving solidly through the crowd towards him, his long brown hair dangling in his eyes. Toby's normal big dopey grin made Gavin happy to see his brother. They hugged warmly.

"How's it going brother?" Toby asked.

"Not bad, and yourself?"

"Good, good. So have you seen her yet?"

"Seen who? Lucas's new queen?"

"Oh, yeah. She's beautiful and, get this shit, human."

Gavin stared at Toby, "Human?"

Toby's eyes glittered with the information. "Yeah. Lucas is claiming to have received a dream from Odin telling him that this Sasha chick is suppose to be the savior of our clan. That she'll bring happiness and strength to us. She's agreed to be his queen and to let him infect her."

"Get the fuck out! She's agreed to let Lucas just infect her with the lycanthrope disease, is she fucking crazy?" Gavin's head was spinning. Why in the hell would anyone agree to let them selves be turned into a monster? He, himself, hated what he was, hated being a beast and having to let the moon dictate to his life.

"I've heard a few others talk about her. Evidently she doesn't see it as a horrific thing. She doesn't think monster, or evil." 

"Wait till her first full moon and then we'll see her sing a different tune."

"You think so, Gavin?" Came a husky female voice from behind him. He had been so caught up with his conversation with Toby he hadn't felt or smelled her approach. 

Gavin had forgotten how beautiful Lisa Friar was. She had long brown hair that fell to the middle of her back in a silky curtain. Her brown eyes always held a hint of defiance and mischief, something he had learned quick to stay away from. Lisa was Lucas's second oldest child, he had three and they were all pack members, all turned on the same night. She inched her long, thin muscular body towards him. She was a dancer, knew how to move her body to flaunt it, and was quick to use it against you. They had been lovers for a short period of time, a very short period of time. Lisa grew bored quickly with her playmates.

She slide her body into his, rubbing against him seductively. Or at least what she assumed was seductively, but somehow Gavin's mind snapped to the petite and classy Hope Mathews. She wouldn't have had to work so hard at it. With the thought of Hope in his mind, he didn't even have to worry about Lisa trying to drag him back into her world of sex and pain. Gavin stepped back from her. He felt Toby straighten beside him and knew what his little brother was thinking. It wasn't a good thing to piss off an alpha female, especially one who's daddy could make your life a living hell. 

Gavin said, "You think differently, I take it."

"She talked three of our newest shifters through their first transformation, that is impressive. " Lisa's hands played at the hem of her leopard printed mini skirt, not a nervous habit but a way to draw attention to herself.

"True, but that still doesn't mean she can handle being one herself."

"My father's vision say different. Odin himself sent a dream to my father that pictured Sasha saving our clan."

"Saving us from what?" Toby asked.

"The way he made it sound, from ourselves. She will help him to restore our name as a respected pack and to bring happiness to our kin."

"And because your father dreamt it, than it must be true." Gavin responded sarcastically.

Once again he felt Toby's eyes try to warn him, but for some reason Gavin was looking for a confrontation with Lisa. He wanted to push her buttons until she did something stupid. She weighed about half of what he did and stood almost seven inches shorter than him, but that had nothing to do with the otherworldly strength that he knew she possessed. His height and weight gave him an advantage only. Plus, he didn't want an all out brawl with Lisa, he was looking to try and humiliate her and he had the perfect plan for the dominate top in front of him.

"Are you speaking bad about your king, Gavin?" She took a step towards him, her skin shimmering with anger. 

Gavin flashed her a nasty smile. He could feel her power lashing out from her aura, and it triggered his own magic. His beast moved under his skin, ready for the clash. He circled Lisa, her head rotating so that her eyes never left his. "I have no love lose for our king and I'm not much in believing that some Norse god gives a crap about a bunch of werewolves."

A snarl escaped between her clinched lips. Her body vibrated as she tried to hold herself together. "You aren't here to express you opinions on anything. You're here because your KING" and she practically screamed the word, "told you to come, and like a good boy you did. You've distanced yourself away, Gavin, and it seems to me that you have forgotten some of the things that I once taught you about respect for the dominates that rule your life. Maybe you need a refresher course."

Gavin gave a bark of laughter, as he felt his beast try to climb to the surface. He was still circling her and out of the corner of his eyes he caught the image of a woman he didn't recognize. She was in her late twenties with long blackish brown hair. She stood watching them with interest, of course everyone else in the room was too. But something about the way she held herself, from the almost pleasant smile that carved her dark red lips, gave Gavin the impression that she was enjoying watching Lisa lose her cool. Standing with her were the kings of the other five werewolf clans in the territory, they did not seem so impressed. Gavin quickly looked around for Lucas but couldn't see, smell or sense him in the near vicinity.

"How dare you laugh at me. I'm the third most powerful lycan in our clan, you think you'd remember that and show me more respect."

"You are only that high in the rankings because your daddy's little girl and you've made most of us afraid of you, not because you actually deserve to be in that position. And as for your "refresher course", you respect nobody and you of all people shouldn't be playing dominate."

Her hand snaked out to slap him, but he was quicker and dodged. She turned on him coming with the liquid speed that all shape shifters seemed to posses. Lisa took another swat at him, her hands more like claws as the swiped across his face. Gavin could feel where she sliced him, the blood starting to trickle down his check. He maneuvered her roughly, grabbing her by the arm and tossing her against the nearest wall. Before she could rebound he wedged her body between his and the wall. 

Her breathing was harsh, and a growl of warning rumbled deep within her chest. "Let go of me, Gavin. Now!" She didn't scream the words but the threat was still embedded in them. 

"You know what you need to learn, Lisa? You need to learn a little humility."

"Humility?"

"You know most of us are tired of watching you prance around thinking your better than the rest of us. Thinking just because your father is king that you don't have to show others respect, flaunting your body and forgetting how to use your brain. So, fine, if you want to show off your body, if you want to continue using it as a torture device for some of our most submissive kin, I think I can help you out."

"What, Gavin? What are you going to do? Do you think your dominate enough to bring me to me knees?" Lisa's words were laced heavily with sarcasm. 

Though the hostility between them was high, Gavin still felt Lisa's body respond as he roughly moved her skirt up around her hips. Lisa's laugh was high and taunting, "Oh? Please don't tell me your going to fuck me? How is that going to teach me humility? You think I give a damn if others are watching?"

"Trust me, I remember how much you like to be watched. And I also remember that you like to be in charge. A true sadistic dominate how believes in torturing and embarrassing her partner." As he was talking Gavin kicked Lisa's legs apart, the palm of his hand slipping to rest against the V-of her open thighs. 

Lisa relaxed against the wall, sliding her groin against his hand, she wasn't wearing any panties and she was soaked already from the little bit of rough play that he had given her. "Are we going to play Gavin?" She breathed just as he flicked his finger across her clit. Lisa bucked against him, her ass fitting against his pelvis. She rubbed into him causing his hand to stroke against her opening.

"Nope, your going to give our visiting rulers a little show, and I'm going to merely be the puppet master."

Lisa's head snapped up, like she had forgotten that it wasn't just their clansmen in the room. Gavin pushed her tighter against the wall, as she started to struggle against him. Her body ran high with anxiety as she whispered, "My father will be pissed." 

"Oh, most diffidently. But, who will he be angrier at? The third most powerful in his pack or a lowly insignificant wolf. Guess who my money's on?" 

"I'm going to hurt you." She said the words as if she were speaking about going shopping, it was just that simple, if Gavin let her up now she was going to do some damage. However, if he kept her pinned and could use her own body against her, and from having been her lover he knew exactly what buttons to push, she would have to acknowledge him as dominate. Honestly he could care less about it, he wasn't one to play those kind of games, but it would put Lisa in her place and that was what he was after. 

Lisa slammed her head back into his chest, if he had been shorter she would have connected with his own noggin and then she might have done some pain, but luckily for his height she barely bruised him. He wrestled her firmly against the wall, bringing her hands up above her head so that he could hold them with one of his. She snarled at him, the sound of a trapped beast just as he started to feel her skin crawl with magic. It shimmered against her flesh as she began to call her beast.

He hit his knee straight up into the middle of her back, knocking the wind from her and said, "If you change, Lisa, I'll challenge you right here and now to your position in this pack. Trust me when I say I don't want it, but just to see you lose it, just to see you finally get what's coming to you, I will do it. You've never seen me fight but you can ask my brother, he'll vouch for how ruthless I've been known to get. If you want to keep that pretty title as third than don't shift, take this small embarrassment and maybe, just maybe it will make you a better person. Or, maybe your so gone in the head it wont do shit but cause a little strife between your father and you."

Lisa's body stopped shaking, Gavin could still feel her powers laying across her skin as she thought about what he had said. "You would challenge me even though you don't want my rank?"

"Yes I would."

"And you think you could beat me?"

It wasn't Gavin but Toby that answered. "Listen to the truth in my words Lisa, I swear it on my life that Gavin could easily take you."

Her breathing was harsh but he felt her let go of her magic. "Do what your going to do than, and get it over with. But, and here the truth in my words, what you've just started here will far be from over when your finished."

"Fair enough." He said, as he slipped his free hand back between her legs. She was still moist as he ran his finger over her clit, but unlike before, her body this time didn't respond. He pulled back from her and laid a very gentle kiss against her temple.

She turned to face him, confusion etched across her face. "What?"

"Oh, I'm done with you." Gavin said as he wiped her wetness on his jeans.

"WHAT!?" She screamed rushing towards him.

"What? I had my fun with you, now I'm finished."

"That's all?"

"Well, of course. What else did you think was going to happen? I don't do forced sex, you would think you would have remembered that. Nope, my plan was small and simple. I blatantly tested your authority, even allowed you to have challenge over me to prove yourself but you choose to take humiliation. What kind of message does that send out to the rest of our pack?"

But it wasn't Lisa that answered. "It says to our kin that what's a little shame or disgrace as long as you don't have to battle for your title. It says that those in higher ranking have no real idea what it means to hold that position, that it is merely a status and not a way of life. It says to the other clans in this territory that we don't have to hold true to the belief system that was set before us hundreds of years ago, we'll just make it up as we go along." The woman that Gavin had noticed earlier was no longer standing with the five territorial leaders, she was walking their way. He caught a whiff of her perfume, something light and flowery, and the underlying scent that identified her as a human.

She walked with confidence towards them, her head held high as she passed between close to a hundred werewolves. They parted for her, their future queen, and on the faces of those closest to him he saw a mixture of awe and hatred. She continued saying, "You were looking to humble her and yet, I have the feeling that she truly doesn't understand what has just happened. You used logic, good logic I might add, that by making her willingly accept defeat that she would be ashamed of herself. However, by the look on her face, I'd say your time and efforts were just wasted." She sighed heavily.

"At least it wasn't lost on everyone." Gavin said.

"So true, and sometimes that's just as well." She turned towards him and offered her hand, "Sasha Black and I'm not sure if I caught your name."

"Gavin Thompson, ma'am." He began to drop to his knees, to show her the respect that should be given her but her hands on his chest stopped him.

"That's not necessary today, Gavin. Today I'm merely being introduced." She addressed the rest of the room, "Today is a day of greeting, to familiarize myself with your faces and names. Today is a party, so please, everyone, go back to enjoying yourself." She tucked her arm through his own and started moving them away from Lisa, who was still standing slack jawed and confused. 

The party around them began to start again. Silence was replaced by rapid talking and slight laughter. Sasha ambled slowly but surely through the crowd, acknowledging those that nodded her way. Once they were outside on the back veranda, she said, "You know what I would have done?"

Gavin leaned against the railing and asked, "What?"

"Instead of wiping your hand off on your pants I would have smeared it across her face."

Gavin gave a sharp choke of laughter, "Not exactly what I thought you were going to say. Figured you would have told me how stupid I was for not making it a true challenge and taking the position away from her."

"I'm assuming what you said was true, that you don't want to be in the ranks."

Gavin shook his head, "I don't. I've never been much for team playing."

"That's a shame, I could use a couple of good men and women on my team." She turned towards him, her eyes the color of emeralds, and shining brightly with enjoyment. "So you and Lisa were once lovers?"

"Sad but true."

She tilted her head to the side and study him for a moment. Her next words shocked the hell out of him, "So than tell me who has your heart now and is she here?"

Gavin took a step back, "Are you coming on to me?"

Sasha burst out laughing, "Umm, no. It's just that something about you says taken and I was just wondering if that lucky person was here."

Gavin's first thoughts went to Hope Mathews but he quickly shook the idea from his head, "Nope, there's nobody."




Under The Right Moon Ch. 02-03



"Hmm, interesting. The vibe I'm getting is mated."

"The vibe your getting?"

"Oops, sorry. I get these feelings sometimes about people when it comes to their soul mates. Maybe you've just met her?" 

She said it like it was a question which somehow got Gavin talking about Hope. He told Sasha everything from their encounter in the elevator to the awesome sex.

By the time he was done, which didn't take that long cause he had only known her a few short hours, Sasha was nodding her head in complete understanding. "Well, of course you nailed it with the electric shock, it was fate."

"I don't believe in that shit."

"Whether you believe it or not doesn't make it any less true. You felt the connection now go back and find out how she feels."

Gavin stared at her for a few moments than said, "What the fuck." He kissed Sasha quickly on the check and took off for his car. 



Chapter 3

Hope Mathews sat on the edge of her bath tub, waiting for the hot, rising water. She swirled her hand through the perfumed bubbles thinking about the day that had started so promising and had ended completely confusing. Questions kept popping into her mind. What had happened to Gavin? Was he embarrassed or sickened by the fact that they had had sex? Was she either of those things? Did she still have a job? Believe it or not it wasn't the last that she was truly worried about, even though it had taken her forever to find this job. Mostly she just wanted to hear Gavin's side of it, to know why he had taken off.

She was just about to disrobe when a loud knock came at the front door. Unhappy at being disrupted, Hope trudged through the living room to answer the still hammering fist. She threw the door open with a demanding, "What!"

Gavin stood looking ruffled and unsure. Part of her wanted to throw her arms around his neck and drag him into her apartment, but another part wanted to slam the door in his handsome face. So she stood with her back straight, staring at him with as much disapproval as possible even though her traitorous little heart was beating frantically with happiness at seeing him.

The sight of Hope standing in the doorway in a fuzzy light blue bathrobe nearly stole the breath right out of Gavin's chest. He could smell the rose and vanilla bath oils whiffing down the hall with the roar of the bathwater cascading into the tub. Hope's blue eyes held a bit of mistrust that broke a bit of his heart. Damn, had he fallen so completely for her in the matter of a day? She nibbled slightly at her lower lip but her chin was held high and taunt, she wasn't just going to roll over and accept some casual "I'm sorry". Nope, not this one, Hope deserved better than that and she knew it.

However, Gavin was unsure of where to start so he opened with, "Are you going to over fill the tub?"

That had not been the sentence that Hope had been expecting so it took a second for his words to register. She cursed loudly and ran down the hall, her blond hair swinging. Gavin moved after her, even though he hadn't been invited in. He was to worried that she would just simply slam the door in his face before he got the chance to really apologize for his rudeness. She leaned over the bath to turn off the running water and the need to slip her robe from her body so that Gavin could run his hands over her tight ass was so strong that he started to step forward to do exactly that.

He grunted and moved to the sink. He could see her watching him in the mirror so he closed his eyes and gripped the porcelain as hard as he could without busting through it. Her breathing was shallow and the sound of her heartbeat gave him a focusing point. He listened to the rhythm of her body and started his apology.

"I was a coward and a jerk," he began, to which she snorted at. "I can't believe that I choose such a lowly road as to have ran out on you this afternoon like that. All I can truly give you is an I'm sorry and a shabby explanation as to why."

"So give it than."

"I felt it was a lot safer for both of us if I left the office at that time. I have never felt anyone like you before." Gavin growled at his choice of words but unfortunately that was exactly what he meant. "From the moment you first spoke to me on the elevator something has tethered me to you. I knew that I wanted you badly, and I feel like a monster for having just used you like I did."

"You used me?" Hope asked, quietly.

"I was upset and needed a distraction, isn't that how you feel? That I used you? But you see, that wasn't it at all. You were standing there and I could sense your body and I could smell your perfume and all I wanted was you. All I could feel was your presence. Just like now, it's driving me crazy not to turn around and take you. So this morning I ran, because I was afraid of what it meant."

Hope's heart leaped, she had had the almost exact reaction to him. But was it truth, was the words he was using real or what he just thought she wanted to hear? 

As if inside her head he continued, "You don't have to believe me right now, but all I'm asking is that you give me the chance to prove that I'm not some Don Juan trying to trick you. Just give me an opening to show that I need to be in your life, desperately." He felt her move, her body heat approaching closer to him and so he dared to open his eyes.

She stood just over his right shoulder, her eyes filled with compassion. He caught her eyes in the mirror and said the words she deserved to hear, "I am so sorry."

And Hope believed him, his green eyes said it all right in that moment. She laid her hand on his shoulder and gave him a small reassuring smile. He straightened up and she moved into his arms, her head resting against his chest while his ducked to lay atop hers. They stayed locked together, each listening to the others breathing, both wanting so much more than the small touch they were sharing. 

Even though Gavin could sense, smell and almost taste Hope's body reacting to his he was unsure of how to proceed. It took her tiny hands kneading at his back to lift his head and look deeply into her eyes. She moved up onto her tiptoes to place her lips softly against his. Gavin moaned as he ravished her mouth with his own. His need and desire for her was more than he could understand, no woman had ever made him feel like this. He gathered her into his arms and backed her towards the wall, pinning her with his body as his hand sought and found the soft lips between her legs. 

Hope sighed as she spread her legs to his probing hand and fingers. He brushed gently over her already throbbing clit and she jerked and dug her nails into the material of his shirt. He worked her softly as she panted and moved to the rhythm of his hand. Gavin lowered his mouth to her ear and nibbled it, his breath hot against her lobe as he whispered, "I want you on a bed this time."

Hope whimpered and gently pushed Gavin away from her body. She could feel her skin warm with desire as she brazenly slipped the bathrobe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Gavin's eyes flared while they took in her naked form, he was so hard he could barely stand it. Hope turned from him and sauntered slowly down the hall to her bedroom. In her head she felt that she should be timid and shy but nowhere in her heart and body were those characteristics. Never had she been so wanton and forward, but something about Gavin gave her the confidence to be unabashed about her sexuality. 

Hope stopped just inside the doorway and waited for Gavin to move up behind her. She faced him, her hands going to rest on his chest as she maneuvered them so that Gavin now had his back towards the bed. His breathing was shallow as Hope licked up his neck, his hands gripping her ass tightly, pulling her snuggly against the front of his jeans were his erection demanded to be released from its prison. Her tiny hands slide over his body as she moved him backwards, slipping over his chest, arms and ass until she found herself massaging his hardness through the material of his pants. Gavin groaned desperately. 

"Your killing me," he whispered.

Hope gave a low, sultry laugh. "Oh? And I've only just begun." She pushed him firmly so that he fell onto the bed. She straddled his hips, grinding her pelvis onto his own. His hands came up to cup her breasts as she mimicked the act that he so badly needed to do. She gyrated against him, arching her back and he sighed her name and a please. Hope leaned forward letting her breasts sway into his face as she asked him, "Please what, Gavin?"

He didn't respond just stared deeply into her eyes, letting her see the nefarious thoughts that were running rampage through his sex induced mind. She slide down his body until her chin was resting on his bellybutton, she moved his shirt up and flicked her tongue across his stomach. Her fingers nimbly undid his jean's button and zipper, Gavin's hips came up so that she could pull the pants from his body. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his hard cock nestled against the crease of his left hip. 

Hope positioned herself between his thighs and slowly lifted him towards her mouth. Gavin watched with anticipation carved against his handsome face. She licked just the tip of him, tasting the saltiness of how badly he wanted her. Hope took him completely into her mouth and rolled her tongue around him, getting use to his size and length. She sucked and licked, sliding her teeth around him, teasing and tormenting him. She found a slow, steady rhythm that made him moan and whisper her name. Hope cupped his balls gently and sped up her mouth around his cock, Gavin's hips moving to her mouth as he gripped the sheets. His moans increased as his hips sought a faster rhythm. Hope opened wider and let him do all of the work as he fucked her mouth. Oh gods, pleases and her name fell from his lips until he tore himself away from her, turning onto his side so that he could try and reclaim his composure. Gavin had been so close to losing control, to finishing it all right there between her lush lips. 

He could feel Hope's eyes watching him, still feel her mouth wrapped around his cock, he was losing his self control. He needed her too badly to be gentle and soft, Gavin would give all of that to her in time but right now he was to far gone for niceties. He let a little of his otherworldly magic slip from his aura as he swiftly rolled over her, pinning her soft yet ample body beneath his. Hope's eyes widen a bit, and Gavin could have sworn that he felt her own aura respond to his power. He wasn't ready to share his beast with her yet, no way on that one, but he wasn't human and he enjoyed his sex with a different kind of spice, so to speak. Adding magic and the threat of pain did it for him.

With Hope beneath him, Gavin buried his teeth into her neck, being careful not to break the skin. She responded like he had hoped, her body arching off the mattress, her nails clawing at his arms and back. Her legs encompassed his waist, pulling him closer to her. She breathed his name and he opened that part of him that he kept hidden away a bit more. The lycanthropy disease didn't just come with the ability to shift forms, it held a magic, a vibe that resounded through the body. He felt it when it hit Hope's aura, but instead of bouncing off, instead of her aura protecting her from it, it was absorbed. 

"What was that?" She asked. He noted that she didn't seem afraid of it, but curious.

He couldn't afford to drop to much of his shield but he allowed more to slip through and into her. Hope closed her eyes and sighed, whatever Gavin was doing she liked it. Something warm seemed to vibrate out of his being, it strangely felt alive, like a separate entity. Whatever it was, it didn't frighten her, on the other hand, it was almost like it knew her and liked her. Gavin watched her, she smiled and wiggled under him. She was enjoying the magic play and that, for Gavin, was another point on her side. He shifted above her, her eyes still closed, and slide deeply into her opening.

Never in Hope's life had she felt so completely taken by another being. If this was love, than damn it, it had her. She meet his rhythm, the feeling of him embedded inside of her driving her crazy. The climax hit her, one minute she was meeting his thrusts and the next she was shrieking, thrashing under him, grasping to hold him tightly. Gavin's movements became deeper, harder, faster. His breathing was short and she could feel his body shake with the upcoming orgasm. The thought of him spilling hot and deep inside of her made Hope cry out in ecstasy. She tightened her inner muscles around him, gripping him harder every time he slide back in.

Gavin could feel how close he was, could feel Hope clinch herself around him. He needed to be with her, like this, it was a need so desperate that he thought his heart was going to burst from it. He slammed inside of her, aware that he was hitting the end of her and trying hard not to do any serious damage. However, there wasn't any stopping him, he was to close to coming. His smooth rhythm was replaced with short thrusts until he doubled over her, entrenched so far into her as he came hard.

Gavin rolled onto his back, dragging Hope with him so that she was pulled half atop him. Hope threw a leg over his and softly ran a finger over his semi-hard penis. Gavin shook uncontrollably, her touch sending ripples of pleasure through his body. He took her hand off of him and brought it to his lips, kissing her fingers tenderly. The touch was to much so close after orgasm that it bordered pain. She lay with her head on his shoulder, the last thing she remembered for the night was his breathing as sleep claimed her.