Full Moon Rising

by Lorie O'Clare

  There was no way he could resist any longer. Lowering his mouth to hers, he watched her eyelids flutter closed, and then open again, never looking away while he brushed his lips over hers.

  She tasted better than he’d imagined. Her body was rigid though, her hard breathing the only clue he had to her arousal. That and the intense emotions steaming the air around them. She would submit to him. Her challenging gaze made him want her to accept his domination even more.

  Gripping her jaw, he kissed her hard, stealing her breath, demanding her compliance. She gasped, causing fire to rush through him with enough ferocity to turn his cock to steel.

  He dove into her mouth, piercing it with his tongue, relishing her heat and sweet addictive taste.

  Beth pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss. Her cheeks were an adorable shade of pink, the gold in her eyes a wonderful contrast against the green. She almost panted, her mouth parted, her lips glossy from their kiss.

  “Don’t try that again.” Her words came out on a breath, her flushed expression and heavy breathing making her demand sound weak.

  “Are you challenging me?” He moved in on her, itching to grab a hold of her breasts that strained against her shirt.

  Her lips quivered, her mouth moving to say something but then she hesitated. She backed away, while pointing her finger at him. The urge to grab it, suck it into his mouth, just to see what she looked like when she came, overwhelmed him.

  “I’m…not interested in you.” She looked away from him, only for a moment.

  But it was enough for him to see she was lying. He grabbed her under the arms, lifting her, pressing her back against the wall.

  “Don’t ever lie to me, Beth.” He pressed his body against hers, let her feel his hard cock press against her.

  “Oh.” She gasped, crying out in surprise.

  Beth Parks didn’t have werewolves handling her this roughly very often. And he had a feeling that might be her problem. Her size had nothing to do with her strength. And she needed a werewolf stronger than she was to break the icy front she put out, and allow her to feel the passion he sensed rushing through her.

  Ethan crushed his mouth over hers, no longer polite, but demanding. She needed to be shown an authority stronger than her own. His blood boiled when her tongue swirled around his, slowly at first. It was as if she needed to touch him, but feared the level of submission he demanded. He was certain he asked a first of her, but knew she could do it. Beth needed to know he was in charge, and she needed to learn to trust his authority.

  She struggled only for a moment and then slowly he felt her relax into him. Opening her mouth further, her tongue darted forward, daring to taste what he offered. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, crushing her to his chest. Her heart pounded against him, matching the driving beat that already rushed through his body.

  Her fingers pressed into his shoulders, not necessarily holding on, but possibly testing his strength. The heat of her touch scorched through his shirt, adding to the blaze already burning straight to his soul.

  Moving to his chair, never once breaking the kiss, he relaxed into it, cradling her into his lap. The softness of her ass caused all blood to rush straight to his cock. He was almost dizzy with the urge to come, to explode. More than anything he wanted to rip her clothes from her, bend her over, and impale her, filling her with his hot cream while she screamed out his name.

  A gasp escaped her lips, her body curving around his. She adjusted herself, pulling her mouth away, breaking the kiss. He heard her struggle to breathe. He ran his mouth over her flushed cheeks, feeling the fever burning there. Every inch of her was on fire, her lust pent-up way too long. More than likely few men had been strong enough to allow her the true freedom of releasing.

  The hardness of her nipples, stabbing his chest, distracted him. Her skin burned though him, branding his soul when he pushed his hand under her shirt. Her breath was hot against the side of his head, boiling his brain, fogging his senses. He needed more of her.

  Charges of electricity rushed through him when he brushed his fingers over her skin, tracing a path toward her chest. A staggered breath escaped her when he cupped her breast through the soft material of her bra.

  “Damn. Beth.” He could hardly contain himself. Her surrender in his arms, her intoxicating aroma of lust, made the beast within him begin to emerge.

  Moving the fabric that covered her nipple, he rubbed the hardened nub between his thumb and finger. Something primal, raw, more intense than his human body could handle threatened to break through.

  “God.” She cried out, her body stiffening on his lap.

  The smell of her cum filled the air so quickly he wasn’t ready for his reaction.

  He pinched her nipple, twisting it just a little while her body twitched, jerked, her orgasm rushing through her with the strength of the change.

  “No.” She jumped off of him.

  Ethan tried to grab her but she had moved too fast. She was breathing hard, her teeth extended while she looked at him with wild, green-gold eyes.

  “No.” She said it again, her tone stronger this time, her wits slowly returning to her.

  Her mouth resumed its human shape although her eyes continued to glare at him, the wild creature inside her unwilling to recede.

  “This will not happen,” she told him then turned around, raising her hands in an exasperated gesture before she marched out of the room.

  Once again, the little spitfire marched away from him. But there was a difference between now and when they had been cubs. A very big difference. This time, he’d won the battle.

  Ethan sat there, not moving when he heard the back door open and then slam close. He would let her go, for now. Beth Parks didn’t submit, or she never had before. He would allow her time to digest what she had just experienced. She had done well, and she would come around. He leaned back, smiling.

  “Yup,” he said out loud, liking the decision he’d just made. “You will be mine, Beth. In fact, you already are.”

  Chapter Five

  Beth sat up and tossed the covers off of her legs. Her mother’s living room was dark, the only light creeping in around the closed curtains from the moon outside. Her mother’s soft breathing in the other room reminded her of another time, a simpler time, when the burden of responsibility hadn’t always fallen in her lap.

  The buzz of her cell phone tickled her ear. Looking down at the glowing blue screen, she scooped her phone off the floor and stared at her home number.

  “Is everything okay?” she answered quietly, not wishing to disturb her mother.

  “I was going to ask you that.” Alicia sounded worried. “We’ve had reporters here all day. Joe won’t let them on the property, and there are a few other pack members standing guard now.”

  “What?” Beth jumped off the couch. “What are you talking about?”

  There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. “The reporters claim you declared you were a werewolf today. They have been hounding us for a statement.”

  Beth couldn’t believe it. Why would reporters be at her house when no one had bothered her up here? She walked through her mom’s house to the door, needing fresh air.

  “I did not claim to be a werewolf to anyone today,” she said.

  “Should we tell the reporters that you deny the charges?” Alicia asked.

  Beth frowned. “No.” She needed time to think, but denying her true nature didn’t sit well with her. “I guess I’ll be coming home sooner than I planned. I’ll have to make a statement.”

  She hung up the phone, her thoughts immediately drifting to Ethan. Her dream man had come to life, and she had told him no.

  “Story of my life,” she mumbled, walking barefoot around the side of the duplex, the cold ground helping soothe the fire in her just a bit.

  Now duty called. She needed to get home. Her mom appeared to be okay. Once this mess was cleared up she would find out why her mother had gone to such
efforts to get her up here. There had been some plan, and Beth wondered if it had something to do with Ethan Masterson.

  But it was just as well that she didn’t have to be here that much longer. Just thinking about that hard body of Ethan’s, those strong hands touching her, exploring her. She clutched her stomach, balling the long nightshirt she wore into her fist. Thinking of how he had grabbed her breast, squeezed her nipple hard enough that shockwaves had riveted through her, she almost came again. Just like she had earlier when she’d been sitting on his lap.

  On his lap. She couldn’t believe she had ended up on his lap. No werewolf had held her like that before—like a cub. Walking further into the yard, the brightness of the moon calling her, she could still feel his hands on her skin, the roughness of his touch while he gripped her.

  Maybe she could get to her toys, relieve the ache that still pulsated between her thighs. For some reason, the thought of riding her dildo, imagining what could have been, didn’t sound as appealing as it usually did. The answer was obvious. She wasn’t stupid. Horny and deprived maybe, but not witless. None of her toys would measure up with that overbearing alpha’s scent still on her.

  The way he had grabbed her, thrown her up against the wall and ravished her. Beth walked into the shadows of the yard, the urge to change filling her just so she could roll in the grass, cool her overheated body. Ethan had been wild, unstoppable. And she had turned to liquid in his arms. She blushed in the darkness, remembering how he had carried her to his chair, run his hand over her and caressed her breast. The fire in her cheeks spread throughout her body, an ache building inside her.

  She wanted to find him, demand he fuck her, order him to take away the pain he’d created that continued to pulse without mercy throughout her.

  A breeze floated around her, his scent still on her skin, in her hair. Her mother’s new home was in town, but it was a small town. She looked past the neighbor’s yard, across the street, at a field that disappeared in the night into a group of trees. She didn’t know the area, wasn’t sure where it was safe to run. And with humans in town aware of the werewolves, she didn’t know how safe she would be.

  But damnit. She needed to get Ethan Masterson out of her system. He was everywhere. In her thoughts, in the air she breathed. Somehow she needed to put him back in her past, and resume her life.

  The field past the neighboring homes beckoned to her. Glancing down, all she wore was her long nightshirt, hardly appropriate attire to walk down the street. This wasn’t home. She didn’t have the advantage of being able to change in her own backyard.

  Frustrated, she turned back to the house—and froze.

  Ethan Masterson stood at the side of the yard, silhouetted by the lights from the surrounding houses, watching her. She cursed herself for not being more attentive. No wonder his scent had been so strong.

  And you’re standing here half-naked looking very much like you might change right here in the middle of the town.

  “In the mood for a run?” He moved toward her easily, his stroll lazy and relaxed.

  She found herself staring at how sexy he looked. His jeans showed off his long powerful legs, muscles bulging through, not an ounce of fat anywhere. The T-shirt he wore stretched over roped muscles that she already knew were as solid as a brick wall. The moonlight reflected off of his straight black hair, which had a windblown look about it.

  Why hadn’t she heard his bike pull up? How long had he been here?

  “I think I’ll just go back inside.” Her mouth was too dry. And her legs suddenly seemed wobbly when she started to move around him.

  Ethan didn’t touch her, but he moved in front of her, blocking her path. She took in a deep breath, the smell of male and leather soaking through her to her lungs.

  “Why are you out here if you didn’t want to go for a run?” He sounded like he really wanted to know, quiet sincerity ringing through in his tone.

  She decided he was easier to battle when he was on the prowl instead of being friendly.

  “Why are you here?” she asked instead of answering his question.

  She sounded very annoyed that he would just barge in on her, consume her space as if he had some inner knowledge that she preferred him this close to her.

  And she was annoyed. She was annoyed with herself. Never had a werewolf gotten to her like Ethan had. He was less than a foot away from her and she had to fight not to reach out and touch that virile body. Her body burned with need, ached from her very core for him to touch her. The throbbing in her pussy matched the pounding beat of her heart. And she knew he could sense the desire running rabid through her.

  “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He moved his hand to touch her face, and she dodged around him, knowing if she let him touch her, if she felt his flesh against hers, she would lose all ability to fight him.

  This wasn’t like her. Her mind and body were in complete turmoil. More than anything she craved his touch. But if she gave in to temptation, she would lose control. That wasn’t familiar territory for her and she had no idea how to handle it.

  “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” She started toward the house, her knees shaking although she wasn’t cold. Far from it, if anything her insides were on fire.

  And what of your dream man? Doesn’t he dominate you? Control you? Isn’t that the kind of man you’ve always wished you could find?

  “There have been reporters buzzing through town all day.” His words stopped her in her tracks. “I wanted to make sure none of them got to you.”

  “Why didn’t I know about this?” She turned around, irritation flushing through her.

  “I guess that answers my question.” Moonlight made his black hair shine like silk.

  He pulled her to him, capturing her before she had a chance to escape. Those powerful hands of his wrapped around her waist, her nightshirt not enough defense against his fiery touch. His lust consumed her, violated her senses, making it impossible for her to fight him.

  “But you didn’t answer my question.” She tried to stand up to him, worked to maintain her control on the situation.

  Ethan’s hands branded her skin, pressing her to him. She braced herself, spreading her fingers over the steel muscles of his chest. She could feel his heat, his power. It seeped through her skin, rushing through her bloodstream.

  “I didn’t tell you because I saw no reason to.” He didn’t allow her to retort.

  And she would have. Her mind swam with arguments why she should always be kept informed about everything. This explained the reporters at her house. She needed to plan, to figure out a statement for them.

  But he captured her mouth, searing her lips with a fiery kiss. She went weak inside, hot liquid rushing through her. She could barely stand. His grip tightened around her, those powerful arms almost sweeping her off of her feet, holding her to him, protecting her.

  She pulled her mouth from his, gasping for air.

  “Ethan,” she cried out before she realized she’d said his name out loud.

  She gasped for breath, his intense blue eyes burning with lust while he watched her try to regain some form of composure. Granted she was doing it while leaning heavily against his rock-hard chest.

  His hands stroked her back, working her nightshirt up until he cupped her bare ass. She had to stop him. They were in her mom’s backyard, of all places. Her heart seemed to add a triple beat while she did everything in her power to stand on her own two feet.

  “Tell me why I found you out here.” Ethan lifted her chin with a finger, forcing her to look at him.

  All the while he stroked her rear end, his long fingers probing dangerously close to the tender areas that were the source of her need. Teasing her, caressing her and then making her look up into those intense blue eyes. His power and domination seemed to spear right through her.

  She licked her lips. “I couldn’t sleep.” There was no reason to tell him about the phone call. That was her problem.

  His hand left her ass, moving u
p the inside of her shirt. “That, my dear, is because you try too hard to control everything.”

  He didn’t understand. She wasn’t trying to control things. She did control many things. “I have many responsibilities,” she told him, allowing him to hold her head up while she stared into that gorgeous face of his. She could get lost in his intense good looks.

  “Not here, you don’t.” He reached up, cupping the underside of her breast, his thumb stroking her right above her nipple. “All you need to do is relax. I am in charge here.”

  A quivering rush of desire made her shiver when he brushed his thumb over her nipple. She knew he meant more than life’s responsibilities. Ethan was talking about right now, in his arms. He wanted her to submit to him.

  The smell of his domination, rich and strong, filled the air around her, consuming her with her every breath. It mixed with her own tangy scent almost drowning her with an overwhelming need to fuck.

  But fucking on his terms scared her. To let go, allow control to fall into his hands. Sure, in her fantasies her dream man controlled her. But this wasn’t a fantasy. This was real life. And she knew the difference.

  “I can’t be what you want, Ethan,” she told him, regretting it but needing to face the truth, just as he did.

  His finger and thumb clamped down on her nipple. He squeezed hard enough that bolts of electricity shot through her straight to her pussy.

  “Shit,” she cried out, worried she was too loud. She glanced around nervously while grabbing his hand.

  He didn’t let go of her nipple. The pressure built inside her with dangerous speed, the hard stab of pain mixed with intense pleasure robbing her of her ability to stand, to think, to speak.

  “You already are what I want.” He released her nipple and at the same time kissed her.

  He grabbed her breast, squeezing, forcing the tender nipple to rub against the material of her shirt. And at the same time he devoured her mouth, stealing her breath. All she could do was open to him, offer what he already demanded.