She is still the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. Her tanned skin is living bronze, barely covered by the softest cotton. There are small, thin straps keeping her dress from falling. If he wanted, he could slip it off her shoulders. High slits on the white cotton shows her thigh and James cannot resist himself, and he reaches for her skin, lightly grasping.
“Will you tell me your name tonight?" James whispers to the woman, his voice almost pleading.
He's asked this question many times now; she'd almost always laughed, and kissed him. He had never gotten an answer yet.
“You know my name," the strange and beautiful woman answered, her voice soft and sweet, like the most beautiful music. He could listen to it forever and not get enough. “Like you know me."
James could not fathom a world where he had met this woman, had known this woman, and then forgotten about her. It was absolutely impossible.
Her eyes were the lightest blue imaginable, like the moon had dripped her color into her daughter's eyes. Her hair the softest white. The strange color made her look ethereal, beautiful. A true daughter of the moon.
She would be a powerful Luna.
Her wolf had the same color fur. Absolutely pure white, like the driven snow. He didn't see her as her wolf very often, though. She loved being in her human form.
He couldn't argue with that.
He reached for her face, his arm winding around her waist, and he pulled her close against him. He could feel her breast against his chest, his hand gripped hard into her waist, and he pulled her as close against him as he could.
“Please remind me," James begged, his face inches from hers, his lips close to her.
She didn't answer. She covered his lips with her own, her hand threading through his hair, and James lost all rational thought.
He lifted her against him, running his hand over her exposed skin, and she lifted a leg around him.
Like she was desperate to have him close to her, too. Like she needed him to breathe, just as he needed her.
She gripped his hair harder, and he felt her teeth against his lips. Sharp, wolf's teeth, biting into his lip. He growled in answer, in warning.
He was the Alpha, she should remember.
She snarled in reply. He was the Alpha, and he ruled all. But she was a Luna, and he did not rule her.
He pushed her against the bark of the nearest tree, the moonlight shining on her, the moon bathing her daughter in her light.
James pulled the rest of their clothes away. How often had they been here? In this place, in this time? He tried to think but couldn't. He tried to warn himself of something.
“Your name," James begged, breathing hard against her neck, inhaling her scent. She peppered kissed all over his face, his neck, grasping his hair, pulling him close to her, but she didn't answer.
“Please," James begged. “Please tell me your name."
She still didn't answer. She ripped his pants off, claw's replacing fingernails. She shredded her own white dress, and James could only think of claiming her.
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James sat bolt upright, covered in sweat, feeling a pain for a phantom wound. And he groaned in frustration.
His dreams have been getting worse. He'd dreamt about this woman, the same woman, for over three years now. But the past few nights had been the most intense, the most frustrating, and the clearest he'd ever seen her.
If he wasn't sure that it was impossible, he would almost think she was sending him visions of her. That she was placing them together in their dreams when they couldn't be awake.