Spellbound Moon

by Loribelle Hunt

  One thing she was certain of, though. She wasn’t going back to her old life. Sterile and cold and full of people who silently hated each other. No way. And she wasn’t going to let Jonas create some little microcosm of it to house her in here either.

  Decision made, she gripped to his hips, then leaned forward to place her tongue at the bottom of his erection and licked up. He tasted masculine and salty. He tasted of the wildness of the forest. She licked again, slower this time, exploring the ridges of hard flesh, searching out and tasting bulging veins. His hands tightened on her nape, urging her up, toward the head.

  She followed his lead, and he moved his hands to grip her shoulders. Her tongue followed. First licking around the head, then dragging over the slit, taking in a tiny drop of precum as she did. He jerked when she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked.

  “Gods, Harper. Like that.”

  She let her lips slide lower, taking his shaft into her mouth before slowly withdrawing, sucking as she moved, rolling her tongue under the skin just below the head of his cock. He groaned when she took him back in, this time about half his length.

  Her hands rested on his thighs, and she repeated the action, again and again. His muscles trembled, but he didn’t move. Didn’t thrust into her mouth. Didn’t fist her hair. He was still too much in control.

  She might not have much experience, but she’d read. A lot. She wanted to please him, to break his hold over himself. She slid one hand around to cup his balls. Squeezed and kneaded a bit harder when he rewarded her with a raw groan. She bobbed her head faster on his cock.

  And finally his control began to slip. Both hands fisted in her hair and his hips began to subtly thrust to meet her. But she wanted more. So much more. She took him deeper. Allowing her teeth to barely scrape the sensitive skin.

  His fingers moved to grip her head, to guide her faster, and she hummed with the exquisite feeling of satisfaction. She dug her nails in his ass when he tried to slow the pace, the depth of his strokes, and to pull away, and with a growl that infamous control finally snapped.

  He fucked her mouth. Hard. Fast. The head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Until finally he was coming, roaring in the still air, cum shooting down her throat as he held her in place to take it all. With a great shudder his grip loosened, but he stood rigidly as she let his flaccid cock slip from her mouth. She licked him, cleaning the last of his cum away, loving the way his cock jerked at her touch even though he’d just come. Loving his taste. Loving the way she’d made him lose control.

  When she looked up, he wore a stunned expression she couldn’t help but smile at. He pulled her to her feet, but it was the growl behind her that made her gasp. Mick pushed against her so she was sandwiched between them. Two hard bodies crowding her close, the one behind her fully aroused. She moaned, excitement surging through her, every pore feeling electrically alive.

  Jonas took her mouth while Mick’s cock pressed against her lower back. He bit into her nape while his hands slid to her front, claiming her nipples in pinches that were just on the right side of pain. Jonas worked his hand down her body, pushed two fingers into her pussy with no warning, making her arch into him and break his kiss with a cry.

  She was wet. Hot. Wanting. There was no way to conceal it, and she didn’t try. She just wanted them. Both of them together, at once, she realized with a jolt and pushed back, grinding her ass against Mick.

  “Oh, sugar,” he muttered. “Trust me, we’ll get to that soon enough.”

  His fingers tightened on her nipples as he kissed his way across her shoulders.

  “Not soon enough,” she complained.

  A fire was building in her, so hot it threatened to wipe her away. Jonas removed his fingers, tracking slowly to her rear entrance, and she froze, held her breath as anticipation swept her away. He pushed one finger coated with her juices gently against her opening, rimmed it. He didn’t satisfy the need until she made a sound almost like a growl and pushed against him.

  He pushed one finger knuckle deep, and it startled her so much her eyes snapped open. When had she shut them? She didn’t remember. He watched her, his gaze hooded and hungry and intense. Then he worked his finger in higher, added a second, and she felt the first resistance of her body.

  “You are so tight, darlin’,” he whispered, leaning in for a quick kiss. “You have to relax.”

  She nodded — she couldn’t speak if her life depended on it — and concentrated on relaxing her muscles, on accepting him. She wanted them both. She wanted them like this.

  Jonas smiled and praised her, his fingers slipping farther into her rear entrance. “Just like that.”

  Mick moved one hand down her body, and dipped his fingers into her pussy just enough to pull out her cream before rolling over her clit. Just like that she came, a tidal force of pleasure consuming her completely, and she didn’t notice they’d moved. Didn’t notice until she blinked and found herself braced on her hands, leaning over the bed with Jonas behind her.

  His hands stroked her back, her flanks, dipping in every now and then to rub against her asshole. Groaning, she moved against him. Silently demanding until he chuckled, until he gave her one finger and held her still. She quivered with pent-up need.

  “Darlin’, I don’t think you’ve done this before.”

  She gasped when he gave her a slow back-and-forward thrust. “No.”

  “Hmm,” he hummed.

  She heard a squeaking sound. Then he worked a second finger in, easier than before. Lubricant. His fingers worked her, scissoring a bit. Stretching her, she realized. She held her breath, desire building, but then he withdrew, and there was more of that squeaking sound.

  He sat beside her, totally back in control. His face was calm, his eyes hot but not demanding. She sensed Mick behind her, tried to turn to look, but Jonas leaned in and took her lips. Mick’s hand pressed against her lower back, pushing her till she broke the kiss and her upper body rested on the bed.

  Jonas urged her knees apart, and Mick pressed something hard and cold and slick against her ass. Her eyes jerked up to meet his. That was not Mick’s cock pressing against her, into her. Jonas smiled.

  “Relax. It’ll hurt more if you don’t. Or we can try another time?” Jonas made the offer, but there was something in his gaze that suggested this was a test. She bit her lip and shook her head. Then there was more invasion, enough to wring a gasp from her and a panicked look. “It’s an anal plug, darlin’. You can’t take either one of us yet. You need to be…stretched.”

  When he put it like that, did she really want to do this? Hell yes. She expected it to hurt at first. But she knew they wanted her to feel pleasure so if it was only pain, they wouldn’t do it, would they? She nodded, somehow forced her muscles to go lax.

  “Do it,” she whispered.

  Mick didn’t wait for another invitation. He pushed in, fast and sure, wringing a gasp of pain from her when it pushed past the ring of muscle unaccustomed to such invasion. But then it was in place, and the discomfort faded. Hands gently laid her on the bed on her side, and Mick laid down next to her, propped up on one elbow.

  “Better?”

  She couldn’t answer. Could only nod, because the plug started to vibrate. Smiling, he pushed her to her back and leaned over her. She was so focused on the wicked intent stamped on his face, she didn’t notice Jonas on her other side until he leaned down and sucked on her nipple.

  It started easy and gentle, but in seconds his teeth clamped down hard. She lifted her hand to twist in his hair, holding him close. Gods, who knew a little pain could be so good? Her back bowed to give him access, silently begging for more. She squeezed her eyes shut until she felt the same sensation on the opposite breast, this time from fingers instead of teeth. Mick leaned into her slowly to kiss her, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

  His lips on hers were so soft, so gentle, so opposite of the other sensations flooding her body that when someone’s hand moved to cup her mound,
to push fingers into her pussy, she came in a rush. All at once. Mick’s tongue thrust into her mouth as she screamed, his big body rolling over hers to thrust his cock into her.

  She shook. Consumed. Then she came again, her channel clamping down until he moaned and withdrew. He flipped her over and pulled her to her knees, gave her no warning before thrusting into her from behind. The full feeling in her ass increased, and the vibrations kicked up a notch.

  There was no way to fight the pleasure. No way to survive it. She gave in and became a creature that was nothing but feeling. Nothing but bliss. He made her feel every microsecond of it until she was sure she wouldn’t survive. Until she was sure she really could have an overdose of ecstasy.

  She felt him grow harder, his strokes grow faster, his roar filled her ears, and in one final release she literally saw stars. Her overloaded brain shut down, and she slumped to the bed. Minutes later when she finally could crack open her eyes, they both leaned over her, wearing the same expression of worry. The plug was gone. Her body felt sated and heavy and replete, and she vowed never to move again.

  “What?” she asked sleepily.

  “You’re okay.” Jonas’s voice was full of relief.

  She found the strength to stretch her arms over her head, arching her back to loosen those muscles. “Oh yeah. I’m not moving for a week, but I’m perfect.”

  His eyes narrowed, and it made her sex clench.

  “It’s a very bad idea to test my control, darlin’.”

  “Yeah? I thought it worked out pretty well,” she said smugly.

  He growled, his expression stern, but he sounded too satisfied to pull it off. She looped her arms around his neck.

  “Maybe control is overrated?”

  “Not yet.”

  He pulled her arms loose and sat up, looking over her moodily. Starting at her face, his gaze moved down her body, stopping at her stomach. His fingertips lightly grazed the faint pale scars there before his lips did the same. She sucked in a breath, tried to move him away, but he wouldn’t budge until he’d traced them all. He sat up, his gaze traveled down to her thighs, and Mick’s lips took over where Jonas had stopped.

  Jonas didn’t speak until Mick lifted his head. His eyes were cold and determined. “This is a story I will have from you, Harper.”

  She tried to wiggle her way out between them, to avoid having to paint a picture of herself as weak and damaged, but they easily held her in place. She sighed.

  “It was a long time ago. I got between him and a horse that had pissed him off.”

  “Who, Harper?”

  “You know,” she whispered. Why were they insisting she rehash this? “My father.”

  The story spilled out against her will. It had been a beautiful summer day, her last week in high school, and she had felt freedom in her grasp. She had been planning to go away to college in the fall, had been ignoring her father’s taunts and jeers and hints that he would force her to stay. It had been that freedom, that feeling she was going to break away, that emboldened her to step forward and protest when he’d raised the riding crop against the horse. He had simply transferred his fury from it to her. It had taken weeks for her to recover. Weeks that had seen his emotional torment focused more and more on Dane, and she had known when the time came to leave in the fall, she couldn’t abandon her brother.

  “I’m going to kill him,” Jonas said, softly, but with so much rage it scared her. And infuriated her.

  Wrenching free, she jumped off the bed to glare down at them with her hands on her hips. She was a little surprised they let her go, but pissed off enough she didn’t care. Why were they trying to mess up her new start by reliving the past? She’d been afraid, but obviously it wasn’t a problem. Or had they missed the fact it was her screaming her head off in pleasure anytime either one touched her?

  Worse, Jonas couldn’t go after her father. Couldn’t even entertain the idea. He was the most powerful wizard she knew, maybe in his generation. He wasn’t afraid to use black magic, and he loved to make her miserable. And killing Jonas would rip her heart out. She had to stop this madness before it took root. But before she could launch into a lecture, before she could collect her thoughts and give them the yelling she wanted to, a banging came from downstairs on the front door. It opened with a thud.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Harper!”

  Holy shit. Just what she needed. Her overprotective baby brother joining forces with two overprotective mates. Then it occurred to her she was naked. And footsteps pounded up the stairs. She pulled on the first thing she reached — Jonas’s shirt — and tossed two pairs of jeans on the bed.

  She didn’t wait to see if they’d dressed before flinging open the door, hoping to meet Dane at the stairs. No such luck. He stood on the other side of the threshold, fist raised to knock, face a furious red. He reached out and grabbed her in a tight hold.

  “Thank gods,” he muttered. “Are you all right?”

  “Of course.” She pulled back and scowled up at him. “What happened?”

  He shook his head, looking over her to take in Mick and Jonas, who both, she noticed when she turned to look, waited in only jeans. She felt power rising, recognized it as her loving brother’s, and tapped him on the chest to get his attention. He rubbed the spot, looking down at her with a surprised expression. Okay, maybe she’d hit him harder than she’d realized, but… She poked him in the chest.

  “They are off limits.”

  “You sure, Sis?”

  She gave him a tight smile. “Mine.”

  She surprised herself with her vehemence. She could get used to this werewolf stuff, where possessiveness wasn’t considered a character flaw. Looking over her shoulder, she caught Mick’s approving grin. That didn’t hurt either. She pushed Dane out of the doorway and toward the steps.

  “I thought you were going to dinner.”

  “I got distracted.”

  It was almost a growl, but the rage in his tone was all real. She led him to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out four beers still on the plastic ring. She shouldn’t give her underage baby brother a beer, but she recognized that look in his eyes. She knew he’d had a vision that frightened him, and it still held him in its grip. She shook her head at Jonas’s disapproving frown when she handed one to Dane. Hell, at eighteen he was older than most of the thirty somethings she knew. She dragged him to a chair.

  “Tell me.”

  He sat, silent, Adam’s apple bobbing while he got himself under control. Then he popped the top on the beer and took a long swallow.

  “Dane?”

  “He’s coming.”

  “But you already knew that, right?” she said gently. That was why he’d hung around when it was so dangerous for a wizard to impede on werewolf territory.

  His eyes were haunted. “This time he’s going to kill you,” he whispered.

  She repressed her immediate reaction. She’d worry about terror later. Grabbing her brother’s hand, she focused on his face, focused her power into her voice. Convincing. Certain. “No, he isn’t. There is no way Mick and Jonas will let that happen.”

  “Harper —”

  “No,” she said sharply. “You’re good, but you’re young. You don’t have perfect control. You know that.”

  For the gazillionth time in her life she wished this were a gift, a burden she could take from her baby brother.

  The table was huge and round, probably capable of seating eight men. Impressive, considering the size of most of the men in Redhawke. She sat next to Dane, Jonas next to him, and Mick took the chair behind her.

  *

  “Tell us about your visions,” Mick said softly, but there was no denying it was an order.

  Dane’s head jerked up to glare at him. A wizard’s natural suspicion at war with his need to recruit whatever help was necessary to protect his sister was easy to read on his face. Harper opened her mouth to intervene, but Mick squeezed her hand and shook his head. This had to come from Da
ne, and Mick wouldn’t allow him to hide behind his sister. That would stunt a boy on the cusp of becoming a man.

  “They’re flashes of images. Like snapshots.”

  “And they aren’t always accurate?”

  Dane sighed. “No. But I’m more accurate than most. Maybe eighty, eighty-five percent of the time.”

  “But you’re more likely to be wrong about me,” Harper pointed out.

  Dane’s nod was reluctant. “Emotion can cloud things.”

  That had better be true, because no one was going to be permitted to harm Harper ever again. Not even death would take her from them.

  “What did you see?” Jonas asked, glancing over at Harper. “Darlin’, why don’t you go get cleaned up.”

  Mick moaned to himself. Jonas’s suggestion was an order, and Harper wasn’t about to let herself be bullied into following it. Maybe a few a days ago, but not now. Mick wondered briefly if Jonas realized how much she’d changed, opened up in the last few days? That conversation would have to wait for later.

  “I’m not going anywhere. If I want other people running my life for me, I know exactly where to go.”

  Jonas growled. Mick gripped the back of her neck and snapped his teeth in warning before she could dig herself a deeper hole. Leaving them was not an option. Ever. She rolled her eyes.

  “Didn’t I just say I wasn’t leaving?”

  Her words soothed his wolf, but her confrontational attitude excited it. “Keep pushing, sugar,” he growled.

  He didn’t think she was ready to play the kind of games she was inciting just yet. Dane cleared his throat, and everyone’s attention swung back to him.

  “The vision. It’s soon. Probably tonight. We have to get Harper out of here.”

  “No. He’ll just come after me wherever I go. I’ve hurt his pride now.”

  Dane turned a little green, and Mick jumped up to grab the trash can. Better than vomiting all over himself and the table, but when he handed it over, Dane shook his head, pulled himself together.