Enslaved by the Moon

by Morgan Fox

  She pressed her finger to his lips.

  A low, thundering growl rolled in Ryder’s throat as he angled her face, his mouth hovering over hers. “I’m going to kiss you, and then I’m going to claim you the way I should’ve the first time.”

  Bianca’s breath came quick as Ryder’s deep voice purred into her ears. She licked her lips, and as she did he slanted his mouth over hers, greedily drinking in the flavor of her mouth. Her arms circled around him, her hands exploring his body in a manner that revealed how hungry she was for his touch, how starved she was for his affections. She kissed him with her whole heart, pulling him toward her with such primal desperation.

  His tongue probed between her lips, sliding over the wetness within. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing to her tiptoes to have better access to his delicious flavor. The heat of his sensual mouth as it glided over her chin and neck burned so sweetly.

  He caressed her hips and back with a tenderness that had her weeping for more. The tips of his fingers danced along the edge of her shirt. He gently pulled the material up over her head and quickly unclasped her sports bra, tossing it onto the floor. His hands glided over her skin with exquisite mastery, teasing her breasts and seeking out her erect nipples. She arched her back, beckoning his hungry mouth to devour her, savor her thoroughly.

  As he clamped his warm mouth over the hardened peak, euphoria flooded her body, forcing a tantalizing ache to throb between her legs. He cupped her mound as if sensing her need. She gasped as his hand dipped inside her pants, spreading the folds of her pussy and delving over the sensitive bud, teasing and stroking her until she was writhing in his arms.

  A fluttering moan escaped her, but he quickly silenced her with another earth-shattering kiss. His fingers still stroked her as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She thought she felt the pull of heaven as her body erupted, shattering into a thousand pieces within the confines of his embrace.

  Ryder gently plunged his finger into the depths of her pussy, pulling back his hand only to taste her fevered juices. He closed his eyes, moaning as if her flavor had been ambrosia to his taste buds. His tongue glided over his bottom lip before he opened his eyes once again.

  He jerked his shirt up over his head as her hands were on the buckle of his belt, easing it lose. She held his heavy-lidded gaze as she worked his jeans open and down his hips. With her hands, she explored the firm muscles of his chest, stomach, and back until she clasped his buttocks, pulling him against her in a possessive manner.

  Stepping back, she kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants and underwear. Ryder did the same. Coming together again, she gripped his shaft, and he growled low in his throat as she gently stroked him.

  Ryder glided them both down onto the mat, her hand still teasing his length. He shuddered, his body aching for release. He placed his hand over hers to still the motion. Then he looked at her with a passion she knew was spawning from his hybrid beasts. Instinctively she turned, positioning herself on all fours.

  Ryder caressed her hips, kissing the curve of her spine. She wiggled her hips, pressing back against him. She wanted him buried inside her. She needed this moment in the most fevered way.

  He groaned, sliding the head of his cock along the crease of her ass, positing himself at the entrance of her pussy. With tantalizing pressure, he shoved himself inside the silken depths of her body. She moaned as he filled her, slowly easing in and out, repeating his actions with exquisite tenderness.

  She arched her back, taking him as deep as her body could. His fingers caressed her hips, circling around her to massage her breasts. He brushed over her nipples, and the sensation sent fire blazing to her belly and lower. He pulled her up against his chest, slipping his hand over her belly and between her legs, stroking her clit. Her sheath tightened around his cock as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She cried out again as his teeth sank into the delicate flesh of her neck and shoulder.

  He rocked his hips forward, over and over again, driving deep inside her. She reached behind her, gripping his buttocks. The muscles beneath her touch convulsed as his breath quickened. Growling to the heavens above, Ryder found his release.

  He gently licked the wound on her neck, his arms circling her as his cock stayed buried inside her. She wanted to feel this way forever, the euphoria of making love with her mate. That was when she’d felt Brody’s presence and looked up to see him watching her and Ryder.

  Chapter 21

  Brody’s eyes drank in the sight of Bianca. Her cheeks were pink and her lips were swollen from pleasure. He watched from the first moment she slipped out of her clothing and into Ryder’s arms, welcoming his kisses and touch with such primal desires. Her moaning purrs had his claws and teeth lengthening to sharp points. He wasn’t angry as he studied the raw passion that burned hot between them. He was jealous, but only because he wasn’t taking part.

  He’d sensed Bianca’s energy shift from anger to ecstasy and knew that Ryder had returned to claim her as his mate. Again. Brody had always believed Ryder would, even after his adamant need to release his hold over her. Brody accepted that he would have to share Bianca. He never resisted the idea once he’d come to terms with what was trapped deep within her heart. Bianca longed for both men.

  Brody had been the shoulder she needed to lean on when chaos enslaved her life. Selfishly, he jumped at the chance to be with her, ignoring the fact that he believed her soul belong to Ryder. No matter the future that had been in store for them, Brody fought to remain a part of her life and he always would.

  It was true that he loved, worshiped, and desired Bianca above any other woman, and no damn mating bond would ever change that. Like Bianca had told him, she chose him and he chose her. To him, that was more powerful than any hormonal calling card. Fuck anyone who dared mock him or challenge him otherwise.

  Brody cleared his throat. The muscles in his jaw and cheek flickered with the need to smile as he stared into Bianca’s horrified gaze. She must have thought he would be furious with her for making love with Ryder under their roof. But honestly, where else would he have taken her?

  “Brody,” Bianca gasped, pulling her arms up to cover her exposed breasts.

  Yes. She feared he was unhappy with her accepting Ryder as her mate. He wasn’t.

  He leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest. His eyes devoured her beautiful body, drinking her in with a hunger that tore apart his insides. His body hummed with need. “I had to make sure I could handle seeing you with another man,” Brody admitted, shaking his head to correct himself. “Not just a man, but your true mate.”

  He stood to his full height, his chest swelling with a deep inhalation of breath. He closed the distance between them and knelt in front of her. Her wide golden eyes sent him on fire. Damn, she was so beautiful.

  He clenched his teeth, fighting the possessive growl that crawled up the back of his throat. She glanced down to stare at the blue mat she sat on. With his finger, he brought her gaze back to his. “I want you, Bianca,” he told her, his guttural tone revealing just how close to the surface his panther was. The attraction he felt for her was more profound than anything he’d ever witnessed. Who needed a mating bond, when desire, passion, and true love bonded them together? “No matter what, you still belong to me. Your love for Ryder will never change that.”

  Bianca’s eyes watered.

  “I’ve spent most of my life loving you. I don’t know any other way.”

  “Oh, Brody,” Bianca gasped.

  Ryder shifted behind her, and Brody gazed back. Ryder rested on his knees. His well-trained eyes fixed on his mate, and a quick glimpse over the alpha made Brody acutely aware of how overdressed he was.

  He shrugged his shirt up over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Smirking, Brody muttered, “That’s better.”

  “What are you doing?” Bianca’s expression seemed caught between exhilaration and total panic. He liked the glow of lust firing in her gaze. The scent
of her arousal was maddening.

  “What would you like him to do?” Ryder asked, his husky voice a mix of his hybrid beasts.

  Brody arched a curious brow, watching Ryder gaze at Bianca. He was still hungry for his mate and didn’t seem threatened by Brody at all, as it should be. “Yes, Bianca. What would you like me to do?”

  Bianca’s eyes darted from Ryder to Brody and back again. Her gaze narrowed on them with heated inspection. Brody once again knelt before her, and as he reached out to stroke her arm, she pulled away.

  “What game are the two of you playing?” Bianca asked sharply, glaring at Brody.

  He cocked his head. “What do you mean? Ryder and I aren’t playing any games,” Brody confessed, his heart racing as he considered all the ways he wished to play with her. Not games, but of only passion and pleasure. “Neither one of us has time for games.”

  Bianca nodded, scooting back a little more to create the same distance between both men. “Right, because now you two are leaders of the pack,” she mocked.

  Ryder chuckled. “Not exactly.”

  Brody pointed toward Ryder. “He’s the leader. I’m the peon.”

  Both men laughed. Bianca didn’t.

  “You’re my second,” Ryder corrected. “Not a peon.” He grew serious as he locked onto Brody’s gaze. “You never were.” Admiration and respect filled Ryder’s eyes as Brody nodded with acceptance.

  Bianca’s mouth hung open in the prettiest-shaped O he’d ever seen. Her confusion was obvious. The curious expression she wore could’ve been his own.

  Brody grinned. “Ryder and I have come to an understanding.”

  Bianca’s brow rose up high on her forehead. She pulled her long black hair over her shoulders, covering her breasts and hanging to her waist. She tucked her legs up close beside her, hiding the view of her sweet body from them. “And what is that exactly?”

  Brody could smell the euphoric mixture of fear and excitement coming from her body. His cock throbbed in response. His hunger grew more ravenous, his needs more possessive. He was growing weary of conversation.

  Ryder must have sensed Brody’s desperation and lust-filled needs. The alpha stood, his body tensing as if preparing for battle. His fierce snarl drew Brody’s attention away from Bianca long enough to regain his composure. He never knew how much he truly craved Bianca until the moment he thought he’d never have her again. Now, all Brody wanted was to prove to her how much he wanted her, needed her, and loved her. The realization had him going almost mad.

  * * * *

  Ryder’s soul tingled with a sense of belonging and acceptance he never knew he desired. Making love to Bianca had set his heart beating into overdrive, his mind racing with thoughts of a family, and his soul aching for it all to become true. As he plunged into the depths of her body with his cock and teeth, the feelings had left him breathless and dizzy, lost inside a world of enchantment.

  Once his anger had ebbed and he knew he couldn’t live without his mate, especially after remembering how much he loved her, he knew he couldn’t demand Brody exit her life. That would’ve been utterly cruel, and it would’ve proven that he was no different than those who had betrayed him, regardless of their reasons.

  Ryder had arrived at Brody and Bianca’s home, knocking on the door, almost begging for Brody to embrace his desperate need to mate Bianca once again. He wouldn’t take Bianca without Brody thoroughly understanding what their claiming meant. She would belong to Ryder. He was her mate, her alpha. But Brody would be her other half, and Ryder would count on him to care and love for her always. Now that Ryder’s world was finally calming and no longer spiraling out of control, he believed that together they could make things work.

  Brody had demonstrated unbound courage and honor, defending and protecting what was truly important to him and his kind. Even with the feud of Bianca between them, Ryder and Brody had come to terms and worked together, battling against the odds and winning. No other came to mind as Ryder thought of who would be best to serve as his second, a man he could trust no matter the circumstances.

  He also considered a life without Bianca and what her world would be like if he no longer existed in it and Brody once again came to mind. The werepanther was loyal like nothing Ryder had ever seen, and his faith in the woman they loved held no limits. When Ryder thought of Brody it wasn’t anger or resentment he felt, it was appreciation and respect.

  True, Brody was no powerhouse warrior, but he was an intelligent man with integrity and he stood for more than just accepting what others said. Brody would be the best of advisors and a trustworthy partner, in matters of love and war. Ryder’s hope for a better future ran beyond that of his pack. It led right to the home he now found himself lingering in, and with the people he believed would die for him, as he would do for them.

  Unable to ignore another moment of his heart’s desires, he moved to collect Bianca into his arms, lifting her with ease. He pulled her to him, her hands pressing against his chest, burning him deliriously. “You need not be afraid or nervous of us, my dear,” he told her, his eyes narrowing with intent. “I will no longer be denied the pleasures I seek with you. The love I’ve longed for even when I didn’t remember our past. No other has ever infected my heart the way you have, and no other since that time has even come close.” He licked his lips, the heat of his labored breaths drying his mouth as his heart beat faster. “I need you, Bianca, because I love you with all my heart. Please accept me for who I am and all my faults.”

  Bianca whimpered in his arms, her face buried against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say those words to me.” She eased back, blinking away the tears. “Maybe not those exact words, but the ones where you tell me you love me and still want me.”

  He smiled. “I want you more than you may ever realize.”

  Ryder’s mouth crushed against her with a passion that weakened his knees and robbed him of breath. He couldn’t think straight and he didn’t care. Holding Bianca, kissing her, feeling every inch of her body clinging to his was all that mattered.

  On a gasp, Bianca broke the kiss, her gaze wide. “What about Brody?”

  Her fear seeped into Ryder, and he never wanted her to be afraid he would react with violence against her or those she cared for. He was not like his father or those that had caused harm to those they claimed to love.

  He cupped her face and kissed her forehead. He held her close, staring into the golden depths of her eyes, loving the closeness they shared. “Let me show you,” he told her, spinning her to face Brody who closed his arms around her, pulling her into a kiss that made Ryder arch a brow.

  If anything, Ryder thought, he and Brody would compete to see who could love Bianca the most thoroughly. Pleasure would be their reward, a temptation neither one could resist.

  Ryder’s fingertips skimmed up the long curve of her spine as Brody ravished her mouth. Bianca moaned, her hands clutching onto Brody shoulders as if fearing he would let her go. Ryder kissed the warm skin of her neck and back, dropping down to drag his lips and tongue over the swell of her buttocks. He glided his hands up her long, toned legs, gently kissing the backs of her knees, massaging her thighs.

  The heated flavor of her skin filled his mouth and engorged his cock. A low murmuring growl rolled from Ryder’s chest, his possessive need to have her sizzled at the back of his mind. He gripped his shaft, stroking slowly, patiently waiting for the moment he could ravage her once again.

  * * * *

  Bianca quivered as Brody took possession of her mouth, and Ryder’s tongue licked her skin, sparking flames of molten desire. The fevered taste of Brody filled her mouth. His heated lips and tongue glided over her lips, chin and neck, tasting her with greedy need.

  She gasped as he cupped her breasts, raising the nipple to his hungry mouth. She bit her bottom lip as he nibbled the tender bead, brushing his tongue over the sensitive tip. She dug her fingernails into the flesh of his back and s
houlder as he feasted on her. The breath escaped her lungs as she felt Ryder’s fingers probing between the crease of her ass, seeking out her wet and weeping pussy. She shuddered as his finger dipped inside her. Instantly, her legs parted, and she lifted her leg against Brody’s hip and he clasped it to his side, helping her stand.

  Ryder’s determined fingers teased over her clit, flicking and caressing the nub with tantalizing pressure. A fiery jolt sent her body trembling against Brody. Crying out, she closed her eyes as she came, her mind drenched in ecstasy.

  As Ryder’s fingers moved from her mound, Brody dropped to his knees, keeping her leg raised up over his shoulder as he spread the folds of her sex and laved the dampness from within. She clawed at his hair, holding him against her, arching her hips as his tongue swiped wildly over her pussy, dipping inside.

  Ryder pressed up against her back, supporting her weight as Brody sampled the sleek heat of her body. She shivered as her alpha cupped her breasts, rolling the sensitive beads between his fingers. She hissed as he pinched and tugged at her nipples, setting her ablaze with a fiery need.

  Dizzy from the wicked pleasure they gave her, she didn’t know how much more she could take. Her body burned. Ached. Nothing would ever bring down the fever that engulfed her.

  “Not yet! Not yet,” she breathlessly begged. “It’s too soon. I can’t take anymore.”

  Ryder nipped at the soft tissue of her ear, growling with a warning that told her she’d take it and more. The hard ridge of cock shoved against her buttocks. His hand circled her throat, climbing up to her chin. He kept her head tilted up, kissing and biting her neck. She shivered as his whiskered face brushed over the tender skin. She was burning alive.

  Her head rested against Ryder as Brody clamped his wicked mouth on her clit and sucked ever so gently, tongue and teeth tortuously grazing, heightening the wild vibrations charging through her veins. She reached her arm back, clasping Ryder by the back of his neck, rolling her head from side to side as the second electrifying orgasm ripped the air from her lungs.