by Desiree Holt
She looked at him, her amber eyes glittering. “Yes.”
Her own tongue came out, traced a path over his lips, then her mouth opened for his exploration. She hummed against him as their flavors blended, and her hips rolled back and forth. One of her hands came up to stroke his back, and a slim leg curled itself over one of his, pulling him closer against her.
When he drew his head back, they were both panting for air. “You taste like every sweet treat in the world, Liana. I could drink from that little pussy of yours until there wasn’t a drop left, then I’d make you come again and start all over.”
And lord knew, he wanted just that. None of the intense, highly erotic dreams he’d had of her had even come close to the reality, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. He was in danger of losing himself, falling into love as well as lust, and, somehow, the difference between them no longer mattered. He was as entranced by her in wolf form as he was in her human shape.
“But I want to taste you, too,” she protested, her hand drifting toward his groin and his aching erection.
“If you do, I’ll come too soon,” he argued. “I’m so hot for you I’m surprised I can still hold it together.”
“Just let me put my lips around your cock for a minute,” she pleaded. “Let me touch your balls.”
Holy shit! I’m gonna need every bit of self-control I can find here.
But he obligingly rolled onto his back, and Liana sat up and looked at him. From timid and tentative, she’d suddenly become bold and inquisitive. Without preamble, she wrapped her small fingers around his cock, barely able to completely take the girth. Bending her head, she swiped her tongue across the flared head then prodded the slit with the tip of her tongue.
Holy hell!
His hips nearly came off the quilt, and he threaded his fingers through the silken fall of her hair to anchor himself. The lash of her tongue on his shaft was a feathery caress that sent hot and cold shivers racing up and down his spine. When the tip of her small tongue probed into the slit at the center of the head again, he clutched harder at her head, more aroused than he’d ever been in his life.
Finally, after her tongue teased and her fingers cradled his balls, working him into a frenzy, she opened her lips wide and took the length of him into her mouth.
Chapter Two
Liana had been so afraid at first. From the moment she met Charlie Aquino, she felt a magnetic pull that she’d fought and resisted. She knew enough about the disastrous mating of human and wolf. Even though Alexa had found happiness with Jesse, Liana’s first human relationship had nearly destroyed her.
But just being near Charlie, talking to him, aroused her to the point where her nipples were always hard and her panties always wet. What frightened her the most wasn’t just the sex thing. She genuinely liked Charlie. Could see the two of them together. And when he’d peeled off his clothes tonight—oh, lordy. He’d taken her breath away.
He was magnificent in his naked glory. Tall and rugged, with muscles as hard as her oak trees and thick hair on his chest as dark as the heavy mane on his head. He wore it long, just past his shoulders, as much because of personal preference as a need to blend in with the gangs he and Jesse were working to bring down. His cock looked enormous in the moonlight, rising majestically from the thick, dark nest of curls at his groin. She could drink in the sight of him forever.
She’d thought long and hard before revealing herself to him in wolf form. Letting him see her shift had been a much bigger step. But he hadn’t run screaming back to his car. Now, here they were, engaged in what promised to be the best sex she’d ever experienced in her life. What would happen after this? Once he thought about it in the light of day, would he be repulsed? Would he shun her?
Pushing the thought from her mind, she bent to her pleasurable task, sucking his cock, feeling the thickness of it as it pushed against the roof of her mouth. His taste was incredible, the skin velvety soft over hard steel, the drops of pre-cum with a delightful salty-sweet flavor. Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them with her fingers, loving the feel of the fine hair on the pleated skin.
He moved so swiftly that before she realized it, his cock had popped from her mouth and she was flat on her back, his hands pinning her shoulders to the quilt.
“Enough.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re driving me crazy. I’m about two seconds away from spilling myself in your mouth and that’s not where I want it to happen. Not this first time.”
He scrabbled for his jeans, pulling a foil wrapper from his pocket and ripping it open with his teeth. Holding his cock in her mouth had heated her blood and moistened the walls of her pussy with fresh cream. She watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock, wishing he could fuck her pussy and her mouth at the same time. She wanted to taste the mingling of their flavors, the blending of the essence of their two bodies.
Tonight was a risk. She knew it. Had waited for it. Pushed it away as long as she could. And exactly what she’d feared had happened. The sexual link between them was stronger than she’d even anticipated. Not to mention the jumble of emotions that just being touched by him brought roaring to the surface.
Whenever they’d been together, it was hard to ignore the signals Charlie broadcast about his feelings for her. But she also knew all too well that between shifter and human those feelings could disappear with the wind. But even if tomorrow he decided he couldn’t hack the shifter thing, couldn’t bear to be with her again, she’d decided she wanted this one night.
Every nerve in her body sparked, every pulse throbbed with delicious anticipation as she waited impatiently for him to sheath himself. When he slid his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her, opening her even wider for him, she wanted to scream at him to hurry. To do it now.
Instead, he paused, staring at her, the moonlight reflecting the heat in his eyes. “God, your cunt is so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”
One thick finger traced the length of her slit from her pounding clit to her vagina then back again.
Put it in. Put it in.
When the head of his cock pressed against her vaginal opening, she almost wept with relief, but then other sensations took over her body. The muscles in her cunt fluttered, her stomach muscles clenched, pulses throbbed with an insistent beat, and she could hear the roaring of blood in her ears. Inch by inch he pushed himself into her, her tissues stretching to accommodate him as her liquid heat flooded him, easing his way.
Outlined in the moonlight, his long hair falling loose from its usual tieback, eyes glinting with passion, he looked like a warrior come to claim his prize. His face was in shadow, but she could make out the sheen of sweat on it, the high planes of his cheeks.
The angle he held her at allowed him to penetrate deep inside her, so deep she felt the tip of his cock when it touched her womb. The mini-climax caught her by surprise, rippling through her, her vaginal muscles milking his cock with light spasms. It was gone almost before she realized it had started, but when she looked up at Charlie, she saw the realization in his eyes. And the satisfaction.
But not smugness. Not like…the others. He was enjoying her pleasure, an uncommon reaction in the men she’d taken to her bed.
She might have thought about her choices a little more, but Charlie began to move, his fingers gripping her ass, his balls slapping harder and harder against her skin as the pace of his thrusts increased. In and out. In and out.
“I wanted…to take this…slowly,” he managed to gasp, “but, damn it all, Liana, you…set me…on fire.”
In and out. In and out.
The clawing fingers of desire reached through her system, making her nipples tingle, her breasts ache, and the pulse in her womb throb. Sliding his forearm beneath her to balance her, he moved his other hand to the top of her pussy, his thumb and forefinger capturing her clit. In a moment, he matched his strokes there with the plunging of his cock in her vagina.
Ohgodohgodohgod.
She couldn’t feel anything anymore except t
he thick, hot penis thrusting into her. It seemed to fill her entire body until there was nothing left except her cunt and his hard, driving shaft. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back, losing herself in the battering of sensations.
“Lock your ankles behind me,” he ordered in a choppy voice. “Now.”
Using the arm beneath her for leverage, he tugged her forward. If possible, she pulled him even deeper. His hips rolled as his thumb and forefinger worked her clit harder and harder.
The ribbon of desire inside her that had been coiled so tightly unwound, and her cunt muscles clamped down on him with such force she heard him gasp.
“Look at me,” he commanded as his hips pistoned in their demanding rhythm. “Do it, Liana.”
With great effort, she opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her.
“Now, Liana. Let go…now!
Not that she could have stopped it. He pinched her clit hard, thrust one last time, and she exploded, a burst of power consuming her body. They tumbled over the edge of the cliff together, falling through a swatch of black velvet. He wrapped his other arm around her and clutched her to him as their bodies shattered in the moonlight, his heart battering her ribs. Or was it hers? It was impossible to tell. She’d been grabbed by a cyclone and tossed about like a leaf in the wind. Spasms racked her over and over, tearing at her muscles, draining her of every drop of energy.
And all the while, he held her gaze, eyes boring into her as if he could see into her very soul.
At last it was done, the energy flowing out of them, bodies limp and spent, glued together as they hauled air into tortured lungs.
The next thing she felt was the light dusting of kisses as his lips traveled over her face, his tongue licking the seam of her lips, his teeth nipping her earlobes. She sighed, an exhalation of air that seemed to have been dragged up from her very toes.
“You okay?” Charlie asked, his voice still uneven, his breathing still slightly ragged.
She shifted beneath him. “More than okay.” She studied what she could see of his face. “And you?”
His white teeth gleamed in the moonlight as a slow smile curved his lips. “Oh, darlin’. I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life.”
With great care, he slid his arms out from beneath her before pulling his cock from the clasp of her pussy. As sore as she felt, she was still bereft by the loss of his presence inside her, the absence of his powerful shaft filling her. Driving her. Bringing her to a climax of epic proportions.
He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her clit before standing, one that gave birth to another wave of tiny undulations. She caught her breath at the last pulse beats in her cunt then watched him dispose of the condom in the remnants of the wrapper. He tucked it into his jeans, obviously to deal with later, then stretched out beside her again. He slid an arm beneath her and tucked her head against his shoulder, his free hand caressing every part of her body he could reach.
Liana had never felt so satiated, so replete, in her life. So emotionally fulfilled. And so scared. Would he be back? Would he want more from her than sex? When he cleared his throat, she tried not to tense in anticipation.
“Problem?” he asked, his warm breath fanning her cheek.
She shook her head. “How could I have a problem? This was unbelievable. You’re unbelievable.”
“Good.” He was so silent she could almost hear the gears shifting in his brain. “Listen, Liana….”
She pressed her fingers against his lips. “Don’t say it. Please.”
He took a closer look at her face. “Don’t say what? What’s the matter?”
“It’s all right, Charlie. You didn’t force me into anything. This was my choice. And I know—”
“Know what?” He sat up so fast his arm yanked out from under her. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“It’s one thing to intellectually know about shifters. Even to see them. But it’s hard to—”
“You must think I’m some piece of shit.” He was angry, his voice harsh. “You think all I wanted was a quick fuck with someone who’s…different and then I’m going to run away? Even after a year, you don’t know me very well.”
“I just—”
He bent his head and kissed her, hard. “I was about to ask you if I could come by again tomorrow night. And not just for sex. To talk. To spend more time together.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I know it’s late. Jesse and I don’t get the primo shift. But I was hoping…. Damn it, anyway.”
This was the last thing he’d expected, but he should have known. He remembered how hard it had been for Jesse at first. But also how quickly he and Alexa got past their…differences.
Liana sat up and put her small hands on either side of his face as he willed the anger to leave him.
“Charlie, I’m just letting you know you have an out if you want it.”
“Well, I don’t, damn it. I want more. Much more. How does that sound to you?”
She kissed him then, and he felt her lips smile against his. “It sounds wonderful.”
“I love you in both forms, Liana. Yeah, that’s right. Love. I haven’t been hanging out here for a year just because of some sick fascination. I love you.”
She took one of his hands and pressed it against her left breast. “Feel how hard my heart beats?”
He nodded.
“That means I love you, too. But let’s not wait until tomorrow night. Come into the house with me. We’ll talk and hang out together.” She touched her mouth to his again. “And have more wonderful sex. But right now, we’d better get inside. When I strip you naked again, I want the sight all to myself.”
She rose lightly to her feet and held out a hand to him. He gathered his clothes and the quilt and followed her to the back porch. A strange peace had stolen over him, the first he’d had since he and Jesse had started working on the gang task force, putting their lives out there every night.
Inside the house, she stopped, tugging at his hand.
“In case you wanted to know, I won’t shift any more tonight. It takes energy, and you certainly made sure I used up plenty of it.” She grinned at him.
“It won’t scare me if you do,” he told her in a low voice. “The only thing that could scare me is if you told me you didn’t love me.”
She threw her arms around him and pressed her body to his. “No worries on that score, big boy. The wolf and me—you’ve got us for life.”
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Wolf Moon by Desiree Holt
Chapter One
The rain always depressed Alexa Martin, underscoring the isolation she lived with. Scant moments ago, she’d returned from running through the trees behind her house. Concealed by the darkness, she’d given in to the urge she’d been suppressing for two days. Now, in a fleece robe, with a towel wrapped around her head, she sat curled up on the window seat in her living room. Thick drops of liquid ran down the glass like tiny waterfalls. If only there was a way she could wash away the problems in her life and make it clean and free again.
Why did I think everything would be fine when I moved to Florida? Running from our clan’s alpha really didn’t change anything except to put distance between me and everything I’ve ever known.
“You know I cannot allow your relationship with a human,” the alpha had told her in his forbidding voice. “He will turn on you when he knows the truth. Worse yet, he could expose you and the rest of us. Is that what you want?”
He was right, damn him.
She had deliberately shape-shifted in front of Ray, hoping for acceptance, but she’d seen nothing but horror in his eyes.
“What are you?” Disgust had filled his voice. “Some kind of freak? No, get away from me,” he’d shouted when she moved toward him. “Do not touch me.”
“You should have listened to your elders,” the alpha told her afterward. “I have no objection to marriage, but only
with our own kind. We must perpetuate our clan. Lance is ready and waiting to make you his wife.”
“I will never marry Lance, old man,” she told him with vehemence. “He may be handsome and powerful, but he is well-known for his cruelty.”
So, she ran as far as she could, tucking away in a hidden corner of the universe where she was sure the clan would never find her.
The slam of a car door drew her attention to the driveway separating her house from the one next to it.
Jesse’s home.
From where she sat, she could see Jesse Farrell’s lean, muscular body running through the rain to his porch.
One a.m.
She could set her clock by him.
His shift with the Palmetto County Sheriff’s Department ended at midnight. Unless paperwork kept him longer than usual, he’d stop for coffee and a hamburger on the way home. At one o’clock, he’d be pulling into the driveway. Alexa never failed to notice the fatigue that slowed his steps or the tension in his posture.
What bothered her the most were the feelings she was developing for him, feelings that went far beyond worries for his safety. She’d thought hiding away in this small Southern town was the answer to her problem. A top researcher, her website brought her many clients and allowed her to work from home.
Then I saw Jesse, and I was right in the fire again.
She found herself wandering out into her backyard when he was working in his, carrying a pitcher of iced tea or lemonade. From there, it was nothing more than a short step to inviting him to dinner. Or over to watch television on his nights off.
Fool! Stupid! Idiot!
Little by little, she found herself pulled more and more to him. At night, she dreamed about him in her bed. Naked. Hot. His big hands touching every part of her body. His hard shaft plunging into her. His sensual mouth devouring her. She would awaken in a state of high arousal, her nipples painful points, the pulse in her cunt throbbing, and liquid seeping onto her thighs.
