Hunger Moon Rising

by Evangeline Anderson

  Ben nodded, a look of almost pain on his face. Good, he needed me as much as I needed him. This was going to be torture for both of us. I just hoped I could convince him that it wasn't necessary before we finished.

  Lowering myself the final inch, I pressed my wet, open pussy against the straining length of his shaft and felt his cock cradled inside the lips of my cunt. Ben and I gasped simultaneously at the hot contact, and I took a moment to regroup before I started. Shifting my hips sensuously, I slid forward, rubbing my aching pussy along the length of his shaft. He was already slippery with the sweet almond oil I had used on him earlier, and I was beyond wet from the hot way he had eaten and fingered my pussy. It made for an achingly pleasurable ride.

  It was a long, smooth slide until I reached the broad, plum-shaped head of his cock. I gasped, sparks of pleasure racing through me as it bumped against my sensitive clit, then settled naturally at the wet entrance to my pussy.

  Ben groaned too as just the head of his cock slipped inside me, and I felt his hands tighten on my hips, keeping me from taking him any deeper. Was he really still so afraid of hurting me? It was time to step it up a notch.

  “Ben,” I murmured, pulling back at his unspoken request and beginning another long slide back toward the base of his cock. “Ben, I never had the chance to tell you how much I loved having you inside me, did I?”

  “Dani…” His voice sounded anguished. “Don't,” he whispered. “Please, I don't want to hurt you again.”

  “It didn't hurt,” I told him. “It was amazing to feel your cock in me, filling me that way. Taking me. Fucking me.”

  Ben groaned again, and I continued to work my hips against him. I was sliding up again, feeling the head of his cock bump over my swollen clit with a delicious friction that nearly made me scream.

  “I wanted you then,” I told him, reaching the end of my journey once more with the head of his cock lodged at the entrance to my pussy, “And I want you now. Please, Ben, this would be so much better if it was real.” I pressed down against him and felt another thick inch of his cock spreading my pussy open, but then his hands on my hips kept me from going farther.

  “Dani…” He shook his head, unable to say any more. He was hanging on to his self control by a thread—a thread I wanted to snap once and for all.

  “Trust me, Ben,” I whispered, caressing his chest where every muscle was tense with longing. “Trust me and trust yourself. Make love to me and prove to both of us that it doesn't have to be hard and fast all the time.” I felt his grip on my hips weakening, and I used my advantage to slide lower, taking another thick inch of his cock into my pussy. “Show me how sweet it can be,” I urged him. “Fuck me as gently as you want, take all the time in the world.”

  “No.” Ben's hands tightened on me again, almost painfully, arresting my progress.

  “Why not?” I was pleading with him, nearly begging now. “Please, Ben, can't you see how much I need you? How much we need each other?”

  “Don't want…don't want this to be something we do…just to achieve a goal.” He was obviously fighting to get the words out. “I need…” He took a deep breath. “Need for this to mean something. Not just a friendship fuck.”

  “Oh, Ben.” I felt like crying but held myself back. Leaning forward, I stroked his springy black hair, which had picked up red highlights in the glow of the fire. “I am your best friend, but I want to be more than that,” I told him, putting my need on hold for a moment. “I love you, Ben. I think I always have—I just wouldn't let myself see it.”

  “Love you too.” A look of relief entered his eyes, and his hands relaxed their iron grip on my hips. With a feeling of relief too deep for words, I lowered myself completely until I felt the broad head of his cock pressing against the mouth of my womb, filling my pussy completely.

  Ben and I both groaned out loud, and I took a moment to adjust to the thickness piercing me. It was a whole different sensation taking him this way than it had been when I was on my hands and knees. It was deeper somehow—sharper. And I could look down and watch the play of emotions over his face as he filled me, an intimacy I had mostly been denied on the night of the Mabon ceremony.

  “God, Dani, you're so tight.” Ben reached up to cup my cheek, and I leaned down to nuzzle against his touch. It felt so good to be joined to him this way—right in a way I couldn't describe.

  “It's just that you're so big,” I told him. “And it's been so long since I've been with anyone. But this angle is good, I can feel you all the way inside me, filling me up. Feels so right.”

  “Ride me,” he urged, letting his hand trail down to cup my right breast and pinch the nipple gently. “Use me, Dani. Work yourself on my cock. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

  I understood what he was doing—he was letting me set the pace, making sure he wouldn't hurt me in any way. But I had never had a man talk to me that way before. Never had anyone ask me to put on a show for them and I found the idea immensely appealing.

  Lifting my hips, I began to work myself on the thick shaft that impaled me, keeping my eyes fixed on Ben's the whole time. His hands on my hips helped me, lifting and guiding as I fucked myself on him, but he let me do most of it, not thrusting himself at all.

  I was getting hotter and hotter. I leaned back, deepening the penetration, and began to grind my hips in slow circles, swirling my pussy around him in a circular motion that made him groan.

  “That's right, sweetheart.” His deep voice was hoarse. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Dani. Come for me. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me while you come all over my cock.”

  As he spoke, I felt one of his hands drop from my hip to slide down to my inner thighs where we were joined. The broad pad of his thumb began to slide over my swollen clit in long, steady strokes, teasing the over-sensitized nerves to the furthest edge of desire and need.

  Oh, God, I couldn't help myself any more. I knew I should hold back to push the power even higher, but suddenly I just couldn't. Crying out, I pressed myself hard against him, and the stroking of his thumb over my open cunt quickened its rhythm. I had a sudden instant of clarity, a moment when I could feel everything—his cock inside me, the long strands of my hair brushing the small of my back, my nipples so hard I felt like I might explode, the firelight warm and glowing against my skin, painting Ben and I both in shades of crimson and gold. Then I came, gasping and calling his name, begging him to fuck me.

  It was too much for both of us. Before I knew it, Ben had flipped our positions so that I was under him on the quilt and he was poised above me, still inside me, straining with need. But still he didn't move.

  “Do it, Ben,” I begged him, knowing that he needed me to ask him before he could. “Do it—fuck me. I need it—I want it—want you.” I tried to put every ounce of reassurance I possessed into my plea. I pressed up against him, wrapped my legs around his narrow, muscular hips, and clawed at his back. How else could I show him what I needed—how much I needed to feel him driving into me, pouring himself and his energy into my body to bring us both to the edge this time?

  “God, Dani. Love you so damn much,” Ben gasped, and then he was driving into me like a jackhammer. He wasn't as rough as he had been at Mabon, but he wasn't gentle either. There was a feeling of released tension, of a spring that has been wound too tightly for too long finally popping loose as he pumped into me, thrusting his cock as deeply into my pussy with each fierce motion as he could.

  “Ben…Ben!” I was calling his name, scratching his back, and thrusting back to meet him. I had no shame left in me anymore. No embarrassment at my wanton actions. The feel of his shaft inside me, the thrust and push of his cock inside my cunt, had stripped me down to a being made only of need and desire. I reveled in the feeling of being helpless beneath him. Of being spread, filled, fucked. Once more I felt the power building above me, and this time I made a conscious effort to focus it.

  Ben pressed against me, every muscle in his big body tensing as he strained to
fill me with himself. His eyes were the color of the firelight now—pure gold. I locked my legs around his hips and arched my back, giving as good as I was getting, letting him know how much I needed him, how much I loved having him inside me.

  “Dani!” he gasped, and I felt him swell within me, felt the broad head of his cock drive into me as deeply as he could, and I knew he was about to come. I pressed back against him, focusing all my energy, all my pleasure, all my need and desire on what I wanted. This was going to work. I knew it.

  “Do it,” I urged him. “Fuck me, Ben. Come in me. Do it!”

  He crushed me to him, pressing hard and deep into my open, willing cunt. I felt him holding rock solid and steady for a timeless instant and the hot rush as he filled me to overflowing, bathing my womb with his seed.

  The feel of him coming inside me triggered a second orgasm in me as well. As I trembled and spasmed around him, I felt the power leave me like an arrow shot from a bow. I threaded my hands through his hair and pulled his face down to mine for a final, bruising kiss. The only thought in my mind was: finally.

  * * *

  We stayed locked together for a long time until at last Ben disengaged. “Are you all right?” he asked, looking at me anxiously as though I might spontaneously combust from the intense sex we'd just shared.

  I hit him lightly on the shoulder. “I'm fine, you big lug. Better than fine.” I stretched like a cat and felt a smile curving the corners of my mouth. It felt so good to finally be together with my partner. To know that we were on the same page.

  “I just thought…” Ben shrugged. “Well, I don't know. I didn't mean to, but I thought I got a little rough there at the end.”

  “Ben,” I said, mildly exasperated. “When are you going to realize that rough isn't always a bad thing? Not where you and I are concerned.” I kissed him on the nose. “That was incredible. More than incredible. And you know something?”

  “What?” He still looked a little anxious.

  “I love you,” I said, and kissed him again, this time on the mouth. “I'm so sorry it took me so long to realize that.”

  Ben's strong features relaxed into a big smile. “God, I never thought I'd hear you say that. You know I've been in love with you from the first minute Craythorne introduced us?”

  “Really? Then I guess you're one up on me.” I kissed him again and he nuzzled closer and deepened the kiss for a long moment.

  “God, Dani, I just—”

  “Excuse me?” A tapping on the sliding glass door that led to my tiny lawn accompanied the high, worried voice.

  “Oh, my God!” I jumped up and wrapped one of the quilts around me toga style and Ben did the same. I ran to the doors and yanked on the handle, sliding back the vertical blinds with the same motions.

  A small, blond girl with pale blue eyes stood shivering in the cold outside. She had her arms wrapped around herself, and she was stamping her feet to keep warm. “Excuse me, but do you think you could let me in?” she asked, through blue lips. “It's like freezing out here.”

  Epilogue

  Ben

  Dani cried—or anyway, there were tears in her eyes—when we finally brought McKinsey back to her parents. Of course she couldn't exactly tell them where she'd been or what had happened, but they seemed more than willing to accept her selective amnesia. They were just happy to wrap their arms around her and welcome her back to the fold. I knew how they felt.

  That night after we took the lost girl home, I took Dani back to her place and spent the rest of the night making love to her. We were both worn out the next morning but it was a good kind of worn out—the wonderful lazy calm that comes over you after giving yourself over and over to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.

  Forgive my purple prose, but didn't I say I was a hopeless romantic? I guess I just couldn't believe I finally had the right to touch Dani the way I wanted to touch her—to taste her and stroke her and make her come while I looked in her eyes. Holding her and watching her gasp and moan at the moment of orgasm, well, it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. And I wanted to see a lot more of it, I can tell you.

  We spent the next several months just getting used to our new relationship and I waited until just the right time to pop the question and show her the ring I'd bought. It wasn't a typical engagement ring—instead of a single stone, there was a thin ridge of diamonds that looked like the crescent moon curving around the spiky shape of a star which was set in the middle. I thought of it as a symbol of our love—a reminder of the way we'd finally gotten together in the first place. Dani loved it, and it looked great on her too.

  We're talking about a date now, much to my mom's joy and excitement. She's already planning for grandchildren, and Dani is thinking about going off the pill. Of course, whether you call it a curse or a defective gene, we both realize that any boys we have will be weres, but that doesn't bother me the way it once did. In fact, with Dani's help, I'm actually beginning to accept the other half of my nature. The wild side I tried so hard to push into a corner of my mind and just forget is finally coming out.

  I'm still not attending pack meetings and I have no intention of doing so, but Dani has convinced me to go with her into the woods and fields and change at least once a month on the night of the full moon. Afterwards, we make love under the sky, rolling in the grass together in some of the most passionate sex I've ever experienced. With an inducement like that, it hasn't been hard for her to convince me to give my other nature a bit of breathing room once a month.

  Dani continues to study with Molly, the priestess of the local pack. I think it's more because her reporter's mind is insatiably curious than out of a desire to actually become a Pagan, but every once in a while she comes up with a new ritual for us to perform that leaves me gasping. We've never again had such dramatic results as we had the night we turned McKinsey back to her rightful form, but making love to Dani is dramatic enough for me.

  As we move forward into the future, I find myself happier and more fulfilled than I ever dreamed I could be. Sometimes Dani talks about the five long years she made me wait before she realized she loved me and I see regret clouding her beautiful green eyes. That's when I take her in my arms and kiss her and tell her every minute of every day was worth it—that I would wait a lifetime for her. Every time we make love in the moonlight, I know I will never regret what happened between us, no matter how terrible or difficult it seemed at the time.

  For the first time in my life, I look forward to the full moon rising.

  The End

  And now, here's a sneak peak at my upcoming book, Alien Mate Index 4: Severed

  Chapter One

  Rylee

  “You can have the apartment in South Beach and the BMW but I get Mr. Puppers.” Daniel Forester-Jones, soon to be just Daniel Forester again, leaned back in the crappy plastic seat in my new office and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “No. Absolutely not.” His soon to be ex-partner, Jacob Forester-Jones, frowned at him. “I brought Mr. Puppers into this relationship and I am leaving with him.”

  “God knows he’s the only good thing you brought,” Daniel sniffed. “Oh, no wait—herpes. You brought that too. Can’t forget about that.”

  “Daniel,” I said, trying to interrupt the fight which was rapidly developing right in front of me. “Jacob. Come on now, what happened to an amicable divorce?”

  I’m Rylee Hale and this is my life—helping people get separated and divorced from the ones they once loved the most. Needless to say, at times like this, it really sucks. But back to the argument playing out in my new office.

  “Why, you little bitch!” Jacob glared at his partner, completely ignoring me and my conciliatory words. “I was very upfront with you about my status when we got married and we were extremely careful!”

  “And yet you still managed to give it to me anyway,” Daniel flared. “And since you’ve given me such a lovely gift I’ll never be able to get rid of, I think I shoul
d get to keep Mr. Puppers—it’s only fair.”

  “You can’t have Mr. Puppers—he’s mine!” Jacob snarled.

  “He likes me better than you!” Daniel snapped back. “It’s glaringly obvious. I mean, who does he want to snuggle with at night? Who does he come running to with his little stumpy tail wagging when we walk in the door?”

  “He goes to you because you’ve been sneaking him treats!” Jacob roared, his face turning an unattractive shade of puce. “The ones the vet says he shouldn’t have. You’re making him fat! You’re making my dog fat!”

  “My dog! He’s my dog!” Daniel’s face was bright pink. “And I’ll give him treats if I Goddamn want to!”

  “Gentlemen…gentlemen, please!” I raised my voice to be heard above their shouting. Still, they paid no attention.

  “You mean the way you treat yourself?” Jacob shouted, jumping up. “All those carbs you scarf down are making you fat! You’re addicted to gluten, you… you fat gluten hog!”

  “I am not!” Daniel also stood, clearly in a rage. “You’re just a Paleo freak! And for your information, nobody likes your famous seaweed and Siracha Paleo rolls—they’re disgusting! The last party you brought them to, everyone threw them away as soon as you went to the bathroom.” He leaned forward. “Even Hans.”

  Jacob paled. “You’re lying. Hans loves my seaweed Siracha rolls.”

  “No, honey, Hans only loves your dick. That’s right—I know you’re sleeping with him!” Daniel gave him a shove.

  “So what if I am? He’s a hell of a lot better than you are in bed!” Jacob shoved back.