Free An Unlucky Moon by Carrie Ann Ryan Page B

body would thrum for hours after speaking to him.
    When she got his voicemail, she closed her eyes and let his voice wash over her. Thankfully the beep at the end was loud enough to startle her, or she would have just left a breathless moan or two on his phone.
    Oh yeah, that would be a great way to start the new phase in their relationship.
    “Hi, Hunter, it’s Becca. I just wanted to see…uh…” Oh great, she really should have practiced this bit. “See if you minded if I went with you to the den. I want to see your place and your people, you know? I’m sorry, Hunter.” She closed her eyes, willing her emotions to keep in check. “I’m sorry I’ve stayed away. Call me back.”
    She pressed End on her phone then stripped down to take a shower. Hopefully he’d call back soon, or she’d be stuck bouncing on her feet, all ready to leave with no place to go. Though she had a feeling Dante would be able to show her where the Pack was, she had a feeling going there unannounced with a dragon, who, for some reason, Hunter didn’t care for too much, wouldn’t be the best thing to do.
    So instead she turned on the water as hot as it would go—which wasn’t scalding or even too hot considering the age of the water heater—and left her phone on the counter in case Hunter called. 
    Maybe she should call again, just to hear his voice.
    Okay, enough of that. Talk about becoming a stalker . 
    He’d call soon enough, and then the next part of her not-so-planned-out plan could work. 
    Becca jumped in the shower and wet down her hair, letting the water take away the aches and stresses of the day. She might have been done with school and officially a college graduate, but she still had to put in long hours at the bar to save money, though, now, after talking with Lily, she’d have to think about what she’d do. 
    Could she stay with Hunter half the time and stay in the human realm the other half? How did wolves make money? How did they live?
    She shampooed her hair, annoyed with herself. Asking herself all those questions really didn’t help matters. She needed to talk to Hunter. Even if he didn’t have all the answers, at least he’d be able to help her with the easy questions.
    Hunter’s face was on her mind and his voice a growl that made her ache. She tried to control herself, but all she could think about was the sound of his voice and the touch of his hands and body when he’d scent-marked her. 
    Damn.
    That had been the hottest thing ever.
    She’d almost come right there, knowing he was holding her, marking her, needing her. Her hands circled her nipples, and she imagined them being Hunter’s, pinching, pulling. She gasped as she did what she wanted him to do then let her other hand fall to between her legs. Her fingers rubbed against her clit, and she moaned. Letting her one hand pinch and play with her breasts, she let her other hand spread her labia then circle her opening. 
    Hell, she couldn’t wait to have his rough hands rasp against her skin, his forceful muscles holding her against a wall as he fucked her hard from behind. 
    She wasn’t sweet like Lily or Nadie.
    No, she wanted it rough.
    She wanted Hunter.
    She finger fucked herself, letting the images of Hunter wash over until her inner walls clamped around her fingers and she came. Stars burst behind her eyelids, and her legs grew heavy, weak. She leaned against the shower wall, grateful for the bath mat she’d put in the shower. Without that, she’d have fallen for sure.
    The last thing she needed to explain to Hunter or the paramedics was that she’d knocked herself unconscious by fucking herself with thoughts of the man she might just have a chance with.
    Oh, yes, that would go over well.
    She quickly soaped herself up, being careful with the newly sensitive areas, then got out of the shower. After she dried herself off, she put on her bra and panties then her tank and an old pair of jeans. She’d get dressed up more when Hunter