I was on the verge of breaking apart when I remembered the moon. Remembered that this was how Wolves became mated. Screwing under a full moon with your equal was almost guaranteed to make you bond. “No – wait,” I gasped, but her nails dug into my shoulders and her mouth fell to my ear, her hot tongue running circles around the shell until I lost my damn mind. “Rosalie – moon – no,” I choked out. “I need you Ethan, please don’t stop,” she panted, her body clutching me again as she started to quiver on the edge of oblivion.