Lunar Cycles

Chapter 1

The full moon rose high over the hills and save for a few silver splinters of clouds, the sky was clear. Brilliant yet calming light penetrated every crevice of the landscape. Nothing it seemed could hide from the soft luminosity of the white orb, not the sleeping birds nestled against one another in the trees, not the faintly glistening streams tirelessly running down undetectable slopes.
Not the two writhing, sweating creatures heaving against one another and causing enough noise to wake anything within a mile radius.
Varek growled, but there was nothing threatening in his voice tonight. Muscles tense, his grip tightened on Zo as they held one another which enough strength to crush any normal human. Blood pulsing through his mind, Varek bared his teeth, which had now become long white canines. Crimson drops fell from them and onto his mate’s bare chest, only to be smeared further into the soft patch of hair which had become ever so slightly coarser amidst the passion. Heat flared up between both sets of legs and was both shared and increased between the two men. The blood which had been spilt tonight from a kill had made the two werewolves drunk with bloodlust and bestial savageness, and following their gorging of succulent, innocent meat, they set upon one another, their thirst for blood slaked and replaced by a hunger for flesh.
Panting, Zo dug claws into his fellow skinwalker’s back. Such a gesture was commonplace for him, and though Varek could heal from the wounds, he had felt the need years back to get a tattoo signifying the pack mate’s fervor. As Varek grunted, he felt that talon hold loosen, becoming momentarily gentle caresses over the tattoo. Zo smiled, his long hair glue to his face by sweat.
Returning the smile, Varek continued his ministrations, driving over and over into the man. Now it was Zo’s turn to let out a long, low growl, feeling the steady rhythm of both his pack mate’s heart beat and thrusts. Slowly, he reached upward, bring his face closer to the one above him. Grunting, Varek did the same, leaning almost painfully closer. They tried this whenever they felt close to their peak, the discomfort and angle of the position making them come harder and stronger.
It worked. Varek penetrated perfectly as he attempted to reach for a kiss. Zo’s thighs tightened around a shapely waist and they both howled.
Breath heavy but returning to the timbre of a man, Varek’s teeth and nails resumed human appearance and he collapsed against Zo, whose appearance was doing the same. The man beneath him was slightly bigger in size, just a little broader, and he proved an excellent cushion. Grinning exhaustedly, Varek drifted a hand against ribs before rolling off of his fellow werewolf. Zo was staring at him, but it was in his nature. He looked upon this man who looked younger than him and yet was far more powerful. It was in Varek’s blood from the start to be an alpha. He was Zo’s alpha, and at the same time, his equal, his mate. Varek had first choice of all the mates but Zo was completely loyal to no one else. Gazing over the post coital expression which began to sink into sleep, he allowed the beautiful face to lead him into dreams.
As they slept curled next to one another in the grove of trees, the moon continued its lazy climb over them, a silent and nonjudgmental witness to their passion. The two skinwalkers’ naked, glistening bodies shone against the soft light as though glowing, and they remained that way for the remainder of the night. This had been the second full moon in the month. Despite its color pointing to the blatant contrary, tonight brought a blue moon.

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To be continued...