Moon Rapture
Book 7 Insatiable Series
By Rachel E Rice
Copyright 2016 by Rachel E Rice
Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Moon Rapture #7
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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Author’s note:
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Reading Order
Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf Finds His Mate
Insatiable: A Werewolf’s Hunger
Insatiable: A Werewolf’s Wedding
Insatiable: The Werewolves’ Challenge
Insatiable: Hunter’s Moon
Insatiable: Moon Tide
Insatiable: Moon Rapture
Coming Soon: Tracker
Copyright
Copyright © 2016 by Rachel E Rice
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No reproduction of this book part or whole is permitted. This book should not be scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without the author’s permission.
Chapter 1
It was so easy to lie in his arms, look into a pool of burning exciting passionate eyes. Eyes filled with lust, hunger, and desire. He turns on his side covering the back of her. The length of his flesh nudge against the sheer fabric, pushing and quivering into her warm body covered by a short blue silk nightie, then deepening and penetrating into her soft skin.
His strong arms surrounding her making her feel safe and loved.
Her back leans in to him, she feels his lush soft hair which lines his muscular chest while traveling down covering his groin, brushing lightly against her sheer fabric when she squirms against him. Her body craving his. Each taut muscle resisting her warm luscious body, each muscle welcoming her, but not giving way. His flesh meeting hers in a heated clasp.
He moves closer and drapes his arms around her, sniffing her hair, making him forget it felt like ages since she had been in his room, in his bed, in his arms surrendering herself to him. How he longed for her to be near. How he dreamed of the night when she would come to him and then lay on the side of him, and they would spend that night making love to each other.
He between her legs stroking her until she surrendered all of herself to him.
He wanted more of her. He needed more because he wasn’t satisfied. He could never be satisfied with just a part of her. But most of all he wanted more pups by her.
She turned placing a gentle kiss on his chest. He looked down at her, sleep still in his eyes after he inhaled a whiff of her human scent, then giving her a closed smile, then kissing her, his long tongue mingling with hers, twisting in wild frenzy with her outward desire sending jolts of heat through him and wanton desire raging through her.
When Adrienne strolled into Lycell’s room at midnight, the moon shown bright and full as he slept uneasy because of moon rapture. Adrienne found her way to the bed with only the light from that moon streaming in from the open shutters on the windows.
That was last night and instead of her leaving after he had caressed her body and made love to her, she stayed and made sure he was completely satisfied. His hardness electrifying her and filling her.
She had learned what each of her werewolves desired from her. It wasn’t a chore to give them what they needed. She enjoyed pleasing them. The anticipation aroused a raw desire that had never been satisfied until she encountered the Samsa werewolves.
For once her gratification had been met and she no longer felt as if something was wrong with her because of her insatiable appetite for sex.
Lycell became a changed werewolf whenever Adrienne gave him the kind of affection and sexual pleasure he favored. His nature dictated that unless he was attended to sexually, and often, then he felt unloved, and he might seek the attention he needed somewhere else. Although the last thing on his mind was to hunt for another female to give him what he desired. He had never been as pleased as he is with Adrienne.
Adrienne knew Lycell’s emotional state because until she met Wilder, Lycell, and Drayton, her three werewolves, she had lived with insecure feelings the entire time she was with her ex fiancé Paul.
In Paul’s case, it wasn’t just something she imagined, it was real.
In Lycell’s and Adrienne’s case, since she came into his life, he no longer felt unloved. And she no longer thought that something was wrong with her. She gave him little reason to believe he wasn’t the center of her universe. She had more than satisfied him even as she was being shared by Wilder and Drayton.
However, Adrienne had to please three werewolves, and there was only one of her, and they all came with their petty little jealousies and sexual appetites. Lycell had been the worst of them all. Adrienne giving him six male pups didn’t quell his jealous nature, but it did quiet it for a short time.
The jealousy wasn’t the only thing which served to make her life difficult. She had pups for all of the Samsa brothers. The suspicions of each other appeared to fade as she learned what would satisfy each of them. At least the jealousy wasn’t as obvious as before.
Now during the full moon, Wilder and Drayton, agreed to take Drayton and Adrienne’s young pup to the cave to teach him to hunt. This is the place she first met Wilder and first conceived Wilder’s sons, Hunter and Devin. They are full grown werewolves and Adrienne thought perhaps she can rest and enjoy her handsome men. But she sensed that they wanted more pups as their sons became yearlings.
Devin had returned from his honeymoon and he had been busy with Katie and her pregnancy, and their new home.
Her first born, Hunter, had gone to San Francisco to keep an eye on Haley and to protect her, and make sure she stayed in college. Or so Adrienne thought.
Lycell lay close to Adrienne, his face covered by a curtain of Adrienne’s long chestnut hair. He carefully pushed it to the side and whispered in her ear, “I love you, Adrienne. I never thought I could love a female so completely.” His voice warm and inviting steeped in want and need.
Adrienne rolled over lying on her back. She stretched her arms over her head and gave out a satisfied smile after laying her legs over his long muscular thighs. He reached for her legs and trailed a finger up under her
short sheer gown.
“When did you have time to dress in that?” his voice and eyes disapproving. He flicked a long finger up, raising the hem showing her naked bottom.
“When you were sleeping,” Adrienne said softly stretching like a pampered cat. Her voice warm her expression coy.
“I never sleep that sound,” he said raising both dark thick eyebrows.
“You can’t prove that by last night. Dogs were barking and your horses were nervous but there you lay naked and motionless with your eyes locked gently, and you breathing deeply.”
“You must be kidding me. I never do anything gently.” He gave her a wink and a twisted wicked smile. He repeated, “You are kidding aren’t you about the animals?”
Werewolves never sleep soundly especially when there is a threat and enemies are everywhere. But Lycell did that night.
“One of the workmen took care of the animals, and he searched the grounds. He didn’t know what set them off. Maybe a mountain lion.”
Lycell lifted his body and leaned over her holding her arms above her head. His long hard length brushing her legs, his body weightless over her. He’s smiling at her and she can’t resist that charming smirk hiding behind the dark deadly seductive werewolf stare.
“I see you are your same lusty self, Lycell.” She reached over and felt him. He was hard and wanting her. “What is it this morning, my big bad wolf?”
“Better to eat you,” Lycell said as he raised an eyebrow, extended his hand underneath her nightie. His hand moves down to where her body is wet and aches for him, his finger touches and dips into her throbbing flesh. He shoots Adrienne a wide white smile that covers his handsome face. His dark eyes gleaming at the thought of being inside of her. He gives out a loud moan through his half open mouth, and smiling with his eyes.
A face not unlike his brothers. A face as handsome as any good looking man who captures women’s hearts and carries away their bodies and souls with one look and one smile.
A face that wears battle wounds, but those scars only made him more handsome.
She placed one finger on the mark, tracing it from his cheek down his neck to his shoulder. It was the scar a bear’s claws carved into him on his attempt to rescue her from Bane.
She leaned and kissed the wound across his chest which Bane’s brother made when he stole her one night intending to mate with her.
She had been in jeopardy from the day she met the Samsa werewolves, but she had also been happy and felt safe with them.
As Lycell kept Adrienne captured in his arms with his flesh swelling with the hunger that the full moon brings, a loud knock and then a banging came to the door. “What is it?” Lycell shouted his voice impatient.
“Father, is mother in there?”
“Yes of course.” Lycell’s tone irritable.
“Can I come in? It’s important?” Lycell turned to Adrienne saying something under his breath.
“Tell him yes. He sounds as if he’s out of breath,” Adrienne said, “it must be important.”
“What do you want, Damon? Can’t you tell me without coming in and disturbing me and your mother?”
“It’s Thorn, father.”
“What now?” Lycell said closing his eyes and huffing out a large breath. His voice sounding frustrated. He murmured, “First it was Tracker. Kept me up at nights getting into trouble,” he murmured under his breath. “What now?” Lycell searched around the room to place something on his nude body. There wasn’t anything near he could grab.
“For heaven’s sake.” Lycell jumped to his feet reaching for his bathrobe in the closet. Throwing it over him he turned to Adrienne, but she was up and headed for the restroom.
The door made a loud clicking noise as the locks came undone. Lycell opened the door. “Well don’t stand there. You’ve managed to disturb me and your mother. What is it?” His arms crossed waiting. His hooded eyes looking at and through Damon.
Damon stood facing his father. He sucks in a deep breath. His eyes a bright green like Adrienne’s, but his looks all of his father. Tall dark haired stunning good looks. “What about Thorn,” Lycell said pacing around the room throwing the comforter back on the bed along with the pillows and a sheet and standing the small lamp upright.
“You have to come to our apartment. Thorn is in trouble.” Damon paused and lowered his eyes. “We’re in trouble. I think he...we may have injured a couple of shifters.” He paused again gathering his words. “That’s too mild a word,” Damon admits. He paused for the third time and rolled his fist to his mouth, punching it twice.
“Get on with it, Damon.” Lycell is impatient at the display of Damon’s nervousness.
We were partying at that club in Samsaville, and these two shifters’ girls wanted to follow us home, and their shifter boyfriends became angry when we said, ‘do you know who we are?’ Lycell watched at Damon and wondered how his sons had become arrogant assholes.
“We didn’t pay any attention to the shifters. We thought once we said that we were Samsas, they would know who we were, and would back off, but they followed us to the apartment anyway,” Damon said raising his voice as if doing that would make his words clear.
“As I recall that apartment belongs to Hunter,” Lycell said. “I don’t remember him telling you that you can have parties there. He’s due back from San Francisco any day. And it was your mother’s express wishes that none of you go out on your own unless you go to college. And since you, Thorn, and Tracker were the only ones that refused to go, I forbade you from staying more than one night in Hunter’s apartment.”
“It hasn’t been but half the night,” Damon said slowly raising his eyes to meet Lycell’s.
“That’s beside the point, Damon. You are worrying your mother to death. Me, I know what a young werewolf is capable of doing. Who are these two shifters you may have killed?”
“They were carrying identification on them. They are from San Francisco, and they’re brothers. Their last name is Anderson. Thorn and I searched their clothes after the fight.” Lycell’s expression changed. He knew the name.
“Where are the girls?” he said impatiently strumming his hand on the nearest chair.
“They had already gone after we...” Damon looked up to see his mother standing in the doorway from the bathroom looking disapprovingly at him. His eyes fell to the floor.
“Look at me. Not at your mother or the floor. After you two f...” Lycell remembered Adrienne standing and cut the word short, “had your fill of the girls you sent them home, right?”
“That’s right, father.” Damon felt uncomfortable talking about girls with his mother listening. “Thorn and I took them out to eat after the club closed and then we brought them back to Hunter’s apartment. We had a few more drinks.”
Lycell cut him off, “What did I tell you about drinking and partying?” Damon knew what his father told him about drinking and girls, but he wouldn’t say that in front of Adrienne who stood patiently waiting, as Lycell pretended to be the concerned father.
No werewolf wants to admit in front of his mother that he fucked a woman and had her suck his dick. No werewolf wants to admit to his mother that his father said make sure the female sucks his cock.
“Wait for me in the foyer. I’ll be down shortly,” Lycell said his voice displaying his mood which is unquestionably anxious and absolutely upset. Not because of the two dead shifters but because Damon disturbed him from making more sons.
Chapter 2
When Lycell reached the bottom of the stairs, he took hold of Damon’s shoulder pressing his fingers down in it. Damon flinched, and Lycell turned him in the direction of the kitchen. “Now tell me, are they dead?” Damon paused and stopped walking and stood at the kitchen door before heading for the garage.
“Yes father.”
“You don’t have to say more. Is Thorn injured in anyway?”
“I don’t think so, but he’s badly bruised like I am. On my shoulder. He glanced at Lycell’s fingers and Lycell release
d him. “The lion cubs were terrifying in the way they fought. They surprised us. We weren’t prepared for close quarters. We didn’t even know we were being stalked. We thought it was just a case of them being angry because we stole their girls.”
“We have to have a talk about shifters, especially lion shifters,” Lycell said to Damon.
They strode together in the direction of the detached garage which held a collection of their trucks, cars, and motorcycles.
“You did your best and you prevailed. That’s all that’s important. You were able to walk away from the fight.” Lycell glanced at Damon with a closed smile. A smile that said well done my son. “Now don’t tell your mother.”
“I won’t.” They entered Lycell’s Ford truck and took off for town. With the new road leading straight into Samsaville, they arrived at Hunter’s apartment in ten minutes.
The apartment was one of a line of newly built townhomes with all modern furniture and appliances for the doctors, and shifters who could afford the expensive homes. Hunter’s twin brother Devin had supervised the construction and inexpensive apartments for humans who couldn’t meet the high price point, where he financed them himself. He built many apartments on their vast land for the greater populations of humans and shifters alike who couldn’t afford the luxury of the Samsa Villas. Because of this the town of Samsaville was growing in leaps and bounds. Which could be bad and good.
Lycell parked the truck in one of the open garage stalls. Damon pointed to Hunter’s motorcycle. “Hunter’s here,” Damon said climbing out of the Ford. Lycell stepped down and strode over to the bike and placed his hand on the motor. It was warm. They turned striding to the rear of the home, opened a gate, and entered through the back.
“Hunter arrived after we had taken down the second cub,” Damon said. They hurried up to the back door, after crossing the patio, of the two story town home. Lycell opened the wooden door without a problem. When they walked in, Hunter and Thorn were picking up the broken lamps and chairs and throwing them in a pile. But they couldn’t clean up the blood on the walls and floors quick enough.
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