Excerpt from
Snow Moon
Full Moon Rising: Revisited
In which She discovers; Unusual
Appetites...
The werewolf sighed.
‘She isn’t noticing the cold and she’s
tearing out bites from the roast as though it’s
a cupcake.’ He winced. ‘She has no
idea that the average human can’t chew raw beef
without a real problem.’ Guilt was not something
he was used to, but it was definitely guilt he felt.
‘Damn, this is going to be hard.’
“Princess, I have
something to tell you -- About me and -- about you.”
His sire had warned him that this kind of thing happened
on occasion. He was not looking forward to this conversation.
It took about twenty
minutes to explain. She listened in total silence, chewing
the entire time. He thought it went rather well, she
wasn’t screaming.
“Do you have a
name?” Heather licked some of the beef blood from
her fingertips.
“Huh?” He
asked, confused by the change in the subject. Then he
became lost in the way she delicately licked each finger
with her clever tongue. His eyes locked as she popped
her fingers into her luscious mouth to suck them clean.
‘I can think of a much better use for that tongue
and those lips.’ When she licked her palm,
he felt himself harden violently.
“A name? Do you
have a name?” Heather persisted. She turned her
cobalt eyes to his.
“Uh, yeah it’s
Rafe DuForet.” He jolted back to reality. “Are
you paying attention to anything I’m telling you?”
“So, Rafe,”
she said, tasting his name on her lips. “Basically,
you are telling me that I’m turning into a werewolf?
Like you?” Heather was smiling as she downed the
hunk of eye-roast she’d been holding. “That’s
silly, there’s no such thing.”
“The reason you
are craving and eating raw red meat,” he began
as he handed her the last hunk of what used to be a
ten-pound chunk of beef. "Is because your body
is preparing for its first change. You need to eat because
the change takes a lot out of you. If you don’t
eat enough ahead of time, you’ll eat the first
piece of meat you see. Even if it’s walking around
with a school book-bag over its shoulder or sitting
in your living room changing channels.”
“And you’re
saying that I’m a werewolf because you… Because
we fucked.”
“When I ah, took
you…” He was trying to avoid the word fuck;
he could see a dangerous gleam of gold building in her
eyes. “…our auras, souls, energies, whatever,
overlapped and it triggered your nature. You were what
we call dormant, kind’a like a recessive gene.
I was so close to changing right then and there that
my uh, power shoved you out of dormancy and now you’re
headed for your first change.”
Heather could feel an
uncontrollable anger starting to boil up. What was weird
was that she could also feel a warm pool of heat dampening
her panties. She couldn’t seem to make up her mind
if she wanted to hit him or kiss him.
