Moonlight Mist: A Limited Edition Collection of Fantasy & Paranormal)

by Nicole Morgan

  Swallowing, Tianna obliged. She wanted him to touch her, to slide his hand up, to use his fingers to satisfy the ache building between her legs. Desire swam deep in her core. It was a new, agonizingly pleasurable experience. Vaguely, she wondered if Brayden was deliberately making her wait, because his hand didn’t move from her thigh. Damn him. She wiggled her body closer, but still he didn’t take the hint.

  Chapter Eight

  Was she doing something wrong?

  Nerves pushed through the pleasure, making Tianna wonder whether she really was so bloody bad at all this that perhaps her ex had been right. She tensed at the thought, drawing her knees together and straightening up. She met Brayden’s gaze, puzzled to see dark desire still burning in his eyes. What was going on?

  “I didn’t tell you to close your legs.” His tone was so low it was almost menacing, but Tianna wasn’t afraid. In fact, her confidence soared. The eroticism of his voice, the predatory way his fingers walked up her thigh, the hooded eyes that gleamed their desire all indicated she was obviously doing something right.

  Air brushed over her legs as the path of Brayden’s determined fingers pushed at her thighs. “Open your legs, gorgeous. And don’t stop until I say it’s enough.”

  Eagerly, she did as he said and opened her legs as wide as she could.

  When she reached the limit that her muscles would allow, he smiled a feral smile. “That’ll do. For now.”

  Tianna swallowed again, her mouth dry but her pussy weeping with erotic anticipation.

  His fingers reached toward her heat, then retreated as his hooded gaze drove into hers.

  She wanted to scream at him to touch her, but he was already hoisting himself above her, pushing her slowly back until she was lying diagonally across the comfortable sofa. Her breasts were exposed, and Brayden took a long, leisurely perusal.

  She shivered.

  Brayden remained fully dressed in his flannel shirt and jeans.

  It was so hopelessly erotic, Tianna licked her lips. “It’s not exactly fair,” she complained breathily as she ran her hands up his forearms. “We should even things up a bit.”

  “What did you have in mind, sweetheart?”

  She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, managing to undo two buttons of his shirt before he caught her wrists. “Not yet.”

  Tianna looked up at him beneath lowered lashes. “Why not?”

  He placed his knee between her legs and leaned over her until he could brace himself on his forearms. “Because I’ve got plans and they don’t involve me naked being just yet.”

  Plans, Tianna thought dazedly. What exactly did he have in store for her?

  She didn’t have to wait long for the answer, because Brayden dropped his mouth to hers and began a slow, erotic kiss that made her head spin. His tongue teased, flicked, and probed, taunting her with the promise of what was to come when he finally got inside her. The spinning feeling intensified. Damn good thing she was lying down, because she felt completely boneless.

  Brayden’s hot mouth moved to her neck, his lips toying with her earlobe before tracing down the side of her neck and to her throat. Lightly, he flicked his tongue over the little notch at her collarbone.

  She bucked, her breath hitching. Hell. Who knew that was a particularly erogenous zone? She closed her eyes as his mouth moved lower, his tongue sliding over her breasts desperately close to her aching nipples. First to the left, then to the right. So close but so far away. She squirmed, trying to get her nipple to his mouth, but he was already sliding his tongue down the center of her body.

  He shifted her hips, angling her to him as he knelt on the floor. He circled her navel, touched the tip of his tongue to the center so that Tianna squirmed again. Brayden glanced up, his wicked mouth turned up at the corner. “Like that?”

  “Like you don’t know,” she complained huskily.

  He grinned. “Let’s find out what else you like.” With his hands on her thighs he eased them open, gave one last ridiculously sex grin, and then lowered his head.

  As his hot breath brushed over her core, Tianna closed her eyes. She let her head fall back against the sofa cushion, losing herself in the slow sweep of his tongue as it trailed down to the apex of her thighs.

  He ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, letting his fingers dance near the spot where heat raged.

  Tianna bucked, trying to get closer to his fingers, his mouth, but he kept both agonizingly still. “Will you please—”

  “Patience is a virtue,” he muttered in that low, gravelly voice. “You’re going to have to learn some.”

  She shifted again, but felt his hand press down on the top of her leg, anchoring her. “This works both ways,” she moaned as she tried to catch her breath. “I can make you suffer.”

  “I look forward to it.”

  She heard him draw in a breath and let it out on a sigh.

  “You smell sweet,” he said so quietly she had to strain to hear. “Will you taste the same?”

  Dear God, if he’d just get on with it, he’d find out. She shifted her hips once more, tried to angle herself onto her elbows, but with his free hand he pushed her back down.

  Watching her with those cool, green eyes, he slid his fingers through her curls and dipped his forefinger at the entrance to her hot, slick pussy.

  Tianna held her breath, her body tense as she waited.

  At last he pushed his finger into her pulsing folds, but only the tip.

  She arched up, releasing her breath on a groan. Damn and blast the man, what was wrong with him?

  Still he watched her, but now the cool gaze had turned blazing hot, and his hooded eyes were full of erotic promise. “More?”

  She swallowed, nodded. “God. Yes.”

  He rubbed the tip of his finger up and down her folds, alternating between light strokes and pressing deeper.

  Tianna threw her arms back over her head, arching her body up toward his chest as he bent over her. His shirt brushed against her tight nipples and she gave a low moan.

  Still he kept up the excruciating pace. Light. Deep. Fast. Slow.

  Her pleasure built, hot and overwhelming, until she felt the stirrings of orgasm. Hell. He was barely touching her and she was about to come. “Brayden…”

  Her plea was answered when he found her clit, working the sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb until Tianna’s face flooded with heat. Her chest heaved as she dragged in air and the room spun.

  “Come.” His breathy demand floated down to her as he pushed two fingers inside her. “I want to feel you come against my hand.”

  Desperate for more, Tianna bucked her hips. “Deeper,” she ordered. “I want more. You. Inside me.”

  He didn’t answer, but just kept working her with those skillful fingers.

  Vaguely, Tianna registered his own breathing was as unsteady as hers. The knowledge that he was gaining such pleasure from what he was doing and how she was responding added to her own pleasure. In some deep part of her she wondered if perhaps she was good at being with a man, at having sex, at giving him satisfaction.

  Then her brain shut off as her muscles clenched and she jerked against his fingers and climaxed. She spun over and over, not wanting to come down from the dazzling heights of her orgasm. As she began the slow descent, she became aware that Brayden’s fingers were still deep inside her. Opening her eyes, she found him watching her.

  “Okay?”

  Tianna sank back against the sofa, feeling the brush of cool leather against her heated skin. “Amazing.” She released the word on a long and leisurely breath, unable to stop the smile curving her lips.

  He returned it, his mouth kicking up at one side. Boy oh boy, he had such a wicked, sexy smile. “Keep them open,” he said as she started to close her legs. “I’ve felt you, scented you, now I need to taste.”

  He withdrew his fingers so slowly she felt every delicious centimeter slide against her hot flesh. Keeping their gazes locked, he raised his fingers to his mouth. W
ith the tip of his tongue, he tasted her cream, closing his eyes for an instant as if to savor her flavor. When he opened his eyes, his hot green gaze held hers.

  It was so dangerously erotic lying there naked while Brayden remained fully clothed, but enough was enough. “I want your clothes off. Now.”

  His laugh was more a low growl and he shook his head. “Not yet. Like I said, I need to taste you.”

  Tianna’s sex clenched as he continued to suck the fingers that had been deep inside her, and the heady pull of arousal built again so swiftly she felt a tightening through her core.

  Lowering his hand, he drew his tongue along his bottom lip. “A nice taster, but now I want the real thing.” He moved between her legs. “First hand.”

  Bloody hell.

  Her legs seemed frozen to the sofa. All she could do was stare at him as he pressed his fingers against her inner thighs and opened her pussy to his hot gaze.

  Her experience with oral sex was pretty limited as none of her prior lovers had never cared for pleasuring her like that. Although the bastards had never baulked at the idea of a blow job. Yet, here was Brayden actually taking his time and looking for all the world as if he were relishing the experience.

  He slid his hands to her knees and pushed them up until she lay with her knees bent and erotically spread open for his pleasure.

  And hers.

  God.

  And hers.

  Kneeling on the floor between her legs, his gaze fixed on her pussy, Brayden teased one finger inside her. “Hot, wet, and slick,” he said huskily. “You’re a fucking feast, gorgeous. Time to sample the first course.”

  He lowered his head and at the first flick of his tongue Tianna bucked violently and cried out. He worked her slowly, as if he relishing every taste, every touch. The exquisite brush of his tongue, combined with the more adamant assault of his finger as it slipped inside her, turned her vision blurry again and the room began a slow delicious spin into orbit.

  “Oh, God. Brayden…”

  His tongue worked deeper, finding her clit.

  Tianna flew, her hands grasping thin air as she searched for something solid with which to anchor herself. With nothing readily available, she could only spin, soar, float.

  As she came down from another dizzying orgasm, Brayden moved up her body, his mouth slick with her juices. As he balanced above her, his erection pushed against her hips.

  Despite that it made her sound needy, she wanted to ask him if it had been okay, if she had been okay. She needed the reassurance, the confirmation. But while the words bubbled in her throat, they lodged there, frozen in space and time. From the look in his eyes, the expression on his face, his hard length prodding her side, it seemed her unasked question had already been answered.

  Her confidence soared as he dropped his mouth to hers, the urgency of his kiss belying the easy way he ran his hand over her stomach, her breasts. On his lips, she tasted herself. A first for her, and surprisingly erotic.

  “I really want your clothes off now.” Her voice sounded lazy, indolent, but already, with his erection pressing against her, she began to feel aroused again. How the hell was it possible? She felt thoroughly sated and yet ready for more. She felt positively lusty. Who would have thought?

  “You get to do more than take my clothes off, gorgeous. I’ve got some catching up to do, seeing as you’ve had two orgasms to my zero.”

  She gave a low, sultry laugh as she began to unbutton his shirt. Two orgasms with a possible third on the horizon. She’d never in her life had three orgasms on the same night. She was lucky if she’d managed one, and that was usually from self-pleasuring in the bathroom as her most recent ex-boyfriend had lay asleep in the bed after what he laughingly called their lovemaking.

  Brayden shucked off his shirt as he stood, then held out his hand. “Bedroom,” he said firmly. “We’ll need more room for what I have planned.”

  Tianna took his hand willingly, spurred on by the heady thought of what lay in store for her. Whatever it was, she surely had to be through with her orgasm quota for the night. She didn’t think she could manage another one, regardless of Brayden’s erotic plans and his amazing skills.

  But as she let him lead her to his bedroom, one thing was an absolute certainty.

  Tonight, there’d be zero need for self-pleasuring in the bathroom.

  Chapter Nine

  Brayden became wide awake at the first howl of pain. Instinct had him rolling out of bed before his eyes were fully open. Shifter vision allowed him to see clearly in the darkened room. He moved toward the window and peered through the blinds.

  Behind him, he could hear Tianna moving. A quick glance at her showed she stood completely nude, checking her handgun. He wondered if she had any idea how hot that was. She was going to make a good mate, whether she knew it or not.

  “You know you don’t have to do this, right?” he asked. “People are going to die tonight. I don’t want you to have blood your hands.”

  She looked up from the gun. “People aren’t going to die tonight. Savage animals are. For whatever reason they started this. If they aren’t smart enough to walk away while they are ahead, then that’s their fault. We are simply defending ourselves, which we have the right to do.”

  “How did you become so good with guns?” he asked.

  One corner of her mouth titled upward. “My grandfather taught me. I loved to go camping and hiking with him. He made sure I knew how to protect myself if I came across any wildlife that saw me as edible.”

  He chuckled. “As delicious as you are, I wouldn’t blame them.”

  “Don’t start. We are potentially facing a serious situation.”

  “Trust me,” he replied as he continued to study the foliage for movement. “I know.”

  “Is it them?” she asked.

  “Has to be,” he replied, waiting for the call.

  A second later, a short howl rang out followed by four barks. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.

  It was time.

  “Get dressed,” he instructed.

  He didn’t bother to get dressed. As soon as they were downstairs he was going to shift. Instead he mentally tried to prepare for what lay ahead. The rouge pack outside wouldn’t fight fair. He was ready for that.

  “Are you ready?” she asked.

  Brayden looked over and found that she’d put on the leggings and sweater she’d worn earlier tonight.

  “Yes. Let’s go,” he said.

  He opened the door and led the way down the hallway. “Whatever you do, stay alert. Shoot at anything that threatens you. Protect yourself at all costs.”

  She nodded as they reached the back door. He pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers briefly before pulling back. As soon as he released her, she moved the shotgun and riffle that she’d put there into position.

  She was ready to take on however many wolves she needed to for him. He could see it in her eyes. It only confirmed for him that he needed to mark her as his as soon as this was all over.

  Taking a deep breath, he called his wolf forward. He allowed the shift to happen, his human form fading into the background.

  “Be careful,” she cautioned as she opened the door and let him out.

  He stared out into the darkness and gathered his surroundings before racing off into the night. As much as he didn’t want to leave his mate behind, he knew she could protect herself. He came across the first wolf halfway into the woods.

  As he surged forward, he growled. He and the other wolf collided at full speed sending them into a roll down a small hill. His larger size gave him the advantage so he landed on top. The wolf beneath him snapped frantically, trying to bite him. Not wanting to waste time, he lowered his snout, bit down on jugular of the wolf beneath him and yanked.

  Brayden ignored the spray of blood and had moved on before the life completely faded out of the wolf’s eyes. The next wolf he came upon was more of an even match. Brayden circled his opponent looking for a
weak spot to attack. He located it just as the wolf lounged forward. Turning sharply at the last moment, he grabbed the hind leg of the wolf and bit down on the tendon. A howl of pain filled the air.

  Brayden allowed himself the relish in the sound for a moment. They’d dared to attack him and his mate. For that they’d all face the ultimate punishment. He bit down harder, then jerked. Another howl sounded out.

  Then a shot rang out, followed by another. He needed to get back to his mate and make sure she was okay. Turning his focus back to the wolf in front of him, he made quick work of him. He caught the wolf by the back of his neck, flipped him over and then bit down on his jugular.

  Halfway back to the house, he ran into his younger brother. Together they ran back to the house. As they neared the house his heart nearly stopped. Five wolves surrounded his mate. The assholes had brought reinforcements of their own. He could still hear the rest of the men from his pack fighting and he was sure Eric had taken down at least one foe himself. So the five wolves circled around his mate didn’t make sense.

  Pride filled him as he ran to her. Even though she was severely outnumbered she held her ground. The gun in her hand was steady.

  Two wolves already lay dead on the ground. He knew she could take down at least two in quick succession. Eric could get one and Brayden the other, but that still left one for Tianna to contend with.

  Digging his paws deeper into the earth, he will his body forward. He made brief eye contact with her a few feet from the porch. A small nod from her was the last thing he saw as he leaped into the air. He growled as he collided with the wolf in front of him.

  As expected, two rapid shots rang out. The next sound nearly made him loose focus. Tianna cried out in pain. He tore at the wolf in front of him, anger surging through him. He ripped at the belly of the wolf in front him. With one last swipe, he spilled the entrails of his foe onto the porch.

  Then he turned his attention to his mate. She lay on her back fending off bites from the wolf on top of her. Instantly he knew it was the asshole that had started this entire ordeal. He was toying with Tianna, which only made Brayden even more furious.