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DARK DESIRES & WOLFISH NEEDS AWAIT

Chapter Seven of Moon Bound Desires is now LIVE!

I owe you a quick update—over the weekend, I got hit with a fever (courtesy of my lovely coworkers at the ol’ day job—thanks, team). I spent most of the past few days wrapped in blankets, trying to keep my head on straight…

But you know what refused to let me rest?

This damn chapter.

Even sick, I couldn’t stop writing. Chapter Seven: At Her Mercy clawed its way out of me. Aurora and Harper were not patient—and now their intensity is yours to devour.

[EXCERPT from Chapter Seven]

“Just let me go, and I’ll stop being a problem for you.”

Aurora’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking furiously beneath her skin. Her fingers tightened ever so slightly on Harper’s throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to make Harper’s heart thunder wildly. “You think it’s that easy. Like the things after you in the night will disappear?” Aurora rasped bitterly. “You think I don’t spend every fucking moment trying to control myself around you?”

Harper blinked, stunned. A realization struck her.

Gods… had Harper been blind?

Or just afraid to acknowledge that maybe—maybe—the danger wasn’t just outside.

Maybe it was in the wolf’s eyes, the ones that devoured her.

Maybe she’d walked into the jaws of something far more dangerous than fate.

“Well, fuck…” Harper muttered under her breath, her voice unsteady as her mind caught up with what her body already knew.

Aurora inched closer, their breath mingling in the heat between them. Her forehead nearly touched Harper’s, the wolf’s energy wrapping around her like smoke—inevitable and inescapable.

“Maybe,” Harper’s voice was barely above a whisper, “you should stop trying.”

And that did it.

Aurora’s control snapped with a sound that wasn’t human.

Not some irritated exhale. Not some annoyed grumble.

A sound born of instinct—of possession, pulled deep from her chest and flung into the space between them with enough force to rattle Harper’s goddamn bones. It screamed claim.

Harper froze.

The room shifted. The walls, the air—her spine.

Aurora's crashed down onto Harper’s, fierce and desperate, full of need and fury and the raw ache of something neither of them could outrun. Harper gasped against her mouth, fingers gripping Aurora’s shirt as if it were a lifeline. Aurora kissed her like a woman drowning, unable to pull away, unwilling to surface. Her body trembled faintly beneath Harper’s hands, a wildness breaking free at last.

It was violent in its need, devastating in its precision. Her mouth was hot, consuming, like she meant to burn every argument from Harper’s tongue until nothing was left but the truth pulsing between them.

Harper gasped, one hand curling in the front of Aurora’s shirt, the other gripping the door for balance—though it offered none. The world tilted.

When Aurora finally broke the kiss, Harper’s head was spinning and her mouth felt claimed.

Harper panted, voice shaking. “Don’t think that makes us even.”

“You walked into my domain, little fawn,” Aurora murmured against her jaw. “I do with you as I please.”

Harper laughed, breathless and sharp. “You don’t get to decide what I want.”

“No?” Aurora’s lips brushed her cheek, then her jaw, then lower. “Then tell me to stop.”

Harper opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Aurora smiled against her skin. Then she dropped to her knees.

The world tilted.

Harper gripped the door behind her, stunned by the shift in energy—Aurora, proud and dominant and maddening, kneeling at her feet with reverence and hunger blazing in her eyes. Her hands dragged slowly up Harper’s thighs, rough fingers beneath her nightshirt, thumbs pressing into sensitive flesh as she leaned forward.

Harper’s breath hitched, her body already betraying her.

“I said,” Aurora growled softly, “tell me to stop.”

Harper looked down at her—eyes wide, lips parted, pulse thundering in her throat. Every nerve in her body screamed yes, even as her pride warred with her desire.

She didn’t say a word.

And that silence—sweet gods, that silence—was all Aurora needed.

Her gaze burned into Harper as she slowly, deliberately sank to her knees. Everything else vanished—the room, the lingering arguments, the warnings Aurora had issued a hundred times over. The universe narrowed to the electric tension crackling between their bodies.

Harper’s pulse thundered wildly beneath her skin as Aurora’s fingers trailed a searing path up her thighs, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt and gripping her hips. Golden eyes flicked upward, locking onto Harper’s face with raw, feral desire so intense it stole the air from her lungs.

“Tell me to stop,” Aurora rasped, voice rough and challenging. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

Harper opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come. Her throat was suddenly dry, body trembling as Aurora’s hot breath brushed her bare skin. Every muscle tensed, torn between the desire to shove Aurora away and the overwhelming need to pull her closer. But all resistance crumbled as Aurora’s fingers hooked around the fabric of her underwear, pushing it aside and baring Harper completely to her hungry gaze.

She was fucking with her, testing her limits. There was no way she’d actually do— Oh, fuck.

{End of Excerpt}

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