Full Moon Rising

by Lorie O'Clare

  What cocky aggression. Never had she met a more pure definition of an alpha male. This predator in front of her was at the top of the chain. Walking among humans, leader of werewolves, he had no enemies and feared no one.

  And she didn’t fear him. She lowered her head, matching his stance, and gave him a low warning growl. You are going to learn some manners, my dear.

  Ethan started panting, his long red tongue swiping over those pearly white daggers with eager anticipation. She couldn’t help but notice his huge cock between his legs, pointing at her like an armed weapon, ready to fire.

  Her mouth went dry. He moved closer and she took a step backwards. Her heart raced while hot tingles rushed through her.

  Stepping closer, he brushed up against her, his strength almost knocking her sideways. He bit at her, and she jumped back, the collar she had fastened around her neck slipping off of her. She looked in horror as her personal bag spilled open onto the ground. Her clothing and her favorite dildo, the large one with the suction cup, the one she used so she could fantasize about her dream man, about Ethan, lay on top of her clothes in plain view.

  Panic and humiliation rushed through her. She cursed Ethan, barking furiously, and then turned tail and ran.

  Chapter Seven

  By the time she reached the edge of town, Beth realized her predicament. She couldn’t enter the town as a werewolf, and she sure couldn’t walk down the streets bare-naked to her mother’s den.

  Now what the hell was she supposed to do?

  She had run from Ethan on instinct. Embarrassed that he’d seen her most precious toy, her savior at the end of a hard day. Now he would know the best she’d been able to get was nothing more than a plastic sex toy.

  Nestled in among the trees, she crouched against the cold, wet ground, staring across the field toward the streets that lay beyond. The almost full moon hung low against the black sky, dawn creeping closer. The town would wake up, hurry to their jobs, and start their days.

  For better or worse, she had no job. She’d been told to get out of town. And now she’d just made a complete ass out of herself in front of Ethan.

  His scent drifted through the air and she looked over her shoulder. His large black presence approached slowly. All muscle, so large and powerful, and yet capable of moving like air through the trees. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. His thick hide rippled over roped muscles.

  Ethan moved toward her, no hesitation, no concern for anything around them. His golden eyes remained fixed on her. Her bundle, once again wrapped tidily and attached to her collar, hung from his mouth. He dropped it in front of her and backed up a few paces.

  Maybe he thought his reward for bringing her clothes to her would be watching her change into her naked human form. She blinked, her mouth suddenly too dry. The thought had its appeal. It would be fun to tease him, give him an eyeful of what he couldn’t have at the moment. After all, they were on the edge of town, and both of them had reputations to uphold.

  Halfway through the change, her heart stopped beating when Ethan began to take his human form as well. The ripe, thick smell of lust attacked her with such a vengeance, she was immediately soaked.

  “Not fair,” she whispered, the second her mouth could form words again.

  Ethan Masterson stood before her, completely naked. And, oh dear God. She almost dropped the bundle of clothes she had just picked up. Her heart raced at the perfect man in front of her.

  Ethan moved quickly, grabbing her bag, opening it, and shaking out her clothes. She noticed immediately that her toy wasn’t in the bag. Her precious dildo was gone. But that thought only stayed with her a moment when she got a full view of Ethan’s cock.

  Hard and thick, Ethan was built better than any toy she could imagine purchasing. Her fingers itched to reach out, take a hold of his shaft, feel the soft skin that covered his erection. His cockhead was swollen, round, and her pussy ached to feel it pressed against her.

  “Here,” Ethan said, pulling her away from her lust-filled fantasy.

  He pulled her shirt over her head, blinding her momentarily. While pulling the material down, his hands slipped over her breasts, taking time to fondle them.

  “Oh,” she moaned, almost collapsing forward into him.

  She wanted him more than she ever imagined she would. He squeezed her nipples, his rough fingers teasing them. Currents of desire rushed through her. Her breasts and cunt swelling, an ache consumed her faster than she could control it.

  Her shirt slid down while his hands brushed over her. Suddenly he seemed to be touching her everywhere. She blew her hair out of her face, watching him, while he looked down at her, inspecting her, as if making sure she was intact, okay after the bruising he’d given her out in the field.

  “I’m okay,” she murmured, suddenly aware of his cock pressed against her, its hardness nudging her.

  “Yes. You are.” His voice was husky, lust swarming around him.

  His hands moved around her, down her back, over her ass, and then between her legs. She couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t move. Within seconds his fingers moved inside her, the moistness filling her pussy making his entrance easy.

  “God. Ethan.”

  His cock beat against her hip, reminding her of his carnal power. He could ease that ache, soothe the fire burning inside her. With one quick thrust, she knew he could make her explode, offer her satisfaction beyond any fantasy she’d ever conjured up.

  His fingers moved in and out of her, then pulled out, spreading her thick cream over her smooth skin, coating her with her own desire. When he lifted her leg, she had no power to stop him. Adjusting himself in front of her, he pressed his cock against her cunt, her cum soaking both of them. All she could do was grab his shoulders.

  The intense heat from his skin scalded her instantly, bringing her to a boil. The pain inside her needed appeasing. She held on to him, while he draped her leg over his arm, and pressed his cock harder against her.

  “Beth.” Her name came out on a breath while he plunged inside her.

  Stars sprang in front of her vision. Her head fell back when she cried out, his cock impaling her with so much force she would have fallen over if he hadn’t held on to her.

  He hit that spot, the spot she strived to connect with every time she used her toys. Rivers of passion flooded through her, her orgasm so intense she thought she would pass out. With one thrust he’d offered her better sex than she’d experienced in a long time.

  And then without warning, he pulled out, straightening, standing before her while she held on to him. Her mind wouldn’t focus, the intensity of what he’d just done to her leaving her weak.

  “Get dressed.” His command came from somewhere over her head.

  She fought to get a grip on her senses. Why did he want her to get dressed?

  “I’ll be back in a moment with the bike.” He let go of her, backing up, and then turned to walk away from her.

  “What?” She’d been left standing, on the aftermath of an orgasm, her pussy throbbing while her entire body tingled with need. “What the hell was that?”

  Ethan looked back over his shoulder while he walked away. His naked body an image of perfection.

  “From now on, that is the only toy you will need.”

  His motorcycle must not have been parked that far away. She’d managed to get her clothes on and walk across the field toward the town when he pulled into the parking lot across the street from where she walked.

  Her body screamed for him. With every step, her pussy rubbed against her jeans, soaking her, adding to the pain that continued to grow from her tormented and teased pussy. Every nerve ending in her body seemed swollen and over-sensitive. With one thrust Ethan had made her a slave to him. She needed what he had and would do anything at this point to get him to fuck her.

  Watching him sit on his bike, his black hair damp and falling past his collar, she’d never seen a more perfect werewolf. He wore a leather jacket, which clung to his broad sho
ulders. His powerful chest couldn’t be hidden under the sweatshirt he’d put on. And long, thick legs straddled that bike. The corded muscles pressed against his jeans. Black boots simply added to the bad boy image he offered. When he turned to stare at her, watch her approach, she couldn’t imagine her appearance could do anything to impress him.

  This man was a god. Perfect as a werewolf. Perfect as a human. Nothing could match his carnal good looks. The power he had over his surroundings put her ability to control a situation to shame. How she ever thought she would be able to take him on and win was beyond her. With shocking clarity, she realized she was no match for Ethan Masterson.

  When she reached the parking lot, he pulled off his jacket, handing it to her.

  “This should keep you warm.” He waited until she was close enough, and even though she reached for it, he lifted it around her, wrapping her in it.

  She couldn’t think of a thing to say while she climbed onto the bike behind him. Even if she told him to take her to her mother’s house, she knew damned good and well he would take her wherever he pleased. There was no reason to offer instruction. Ethan would do what he wanted.

  So she wasn’t the least surprised when he pulled into his driveway a few minutes later and parked his bike. Nor did she question him when he got off and offered her his hand. Putting her small hand into his larger one, the heat from his grip engulfed her, adding fuel to her fire. She burned with need for him.

  Ethan didn’t bother to turn on any lights. She moved with him through his house feeling as if she were walking through a dream. He led her up the stairs and then into a large bedroom. She didn’t even bother looking around, her attention simply on the large bed. This was where Ethan slept every night, the heart of his den.

  “Now I know how to tame you,” he whispered in her ear while he slid his coat from her shoulders.

  “What?” She fought to lift the fog of need that had descended on her brain.

  Ethan smiled, tossing his coat to the side and then reaching for her. “You, my dear.” He pulled her into his arms, pressing her against his virile body. “Give you a little cock and I can keep you in line.”

  Little was hardly the word to describe his cock. And he wasn’t keeping her in line. She wanted this. And she would have told him as much if his lips weren’t burning a path from her neck to her collarbone.

  She ran her hands against his powerful chest muscles, wanting to feel the steel under his skin, the power that matched her own. Never had she met a werewolf so strong, not only physically, but mentally.

  “I want you,” she murmured, grabbing his shirt and pulling on it.

  His grip on her tightened, his hands pressing into her skin. “Did you get a taste of something you liked?”

  She didn’t miss his tantalizing tone. “Don’t tease me,” she groaned.

  She could feel his grin against her skin. He lifted her shirt and she let go of him long enough to pull it over her head. Tossing it to the side, she ran her fingers through his hair, down his cheeks, and then over his shoulders.

  His arms crushed her to him while he bent over and sucked in one of her nipples. The sharpness of his teeth scraped over her tormented flesh, needles of desire filling her with quick pricks while he nibbled and licked.

  “Right now,” he said against her flesh. “I can do whatever I want to you. You won’t stop me.”

  He was right and she wondered how he knew. But if he thought she would be his little slave of desire, she could set him straight there.

  “You’re going to give me what I want, too.” She tugged on his shirt, wanting his flesh against hers.

  Ethan straightened, laughing. He didn’t hesitate in stripping in front of her. “I can bring you to a point where you beg for my cock, and still you want to control the situation.”

  She didn’t remember begging for his cock. She would have it. He’d started something and he would finish it. But she doubted she would have to beg.

  Stepping out of her own jeans, she took a minute to adore the naked man in front of her. Black curly hair spread across his tanned chest. Muscles bulged and rippled clear down to his flat, hard abdomen. Touching him, she needed to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. He flinched slightly against her touch, muscles quivering under his skin. He fought for control and that knowledge fueled her desire to have him.

  “Look at you,” he said, running his hands down her side.

  She glanced up into his face, his blue eyes aglow, standing out against the contrast of his black hair that fell around his face.

  “Beth. You are beautiful.” He breathed her praise on a whisper, as if adoring her.

  She was stunned, her body throbbing from his touch. Her pussy, so recently filled and now empty, craved him so desperately the intensity of it pulsed through her like one large nerve ending. Breathing became a chore while he stood in front of her, caressing her with his rough touch, running his hands over her, never stopping anywhere long enough to offer satisfaction.

  “Ethan. Please.” She couldn’t stand it any longer. If he didn’t fuck her soon, her body would explode, her world would end, she would no longer be able to think like a coherent adult.

  She needed him. And she needed him now.

  Chapter Eight

  Ethan knew submitting didn’t come easily for Beth. She fought it every inch of the way. But her body was on the verge of exploding, almost over the edge. She shivered against his touch, the cream dripping from her cunt, her nipples harder than he’d ever seen them before.

  “Sweet Beth.” He lifted her, placing her on his bed, her eager body stretching out before him. “You are going to get what you want. You just need to be patient.”

  He loved the tormented look she gave him. But he couldn’t rush. As desperately as he wanted inside her again, he also wanted to enjoy every inch of her, claim all that she had, put his mark all over her. Not one part of her would remain unclaimed by the time he was finished with her.

  He crawled over her, the rosy flush covering her cheeks making his blood boil. No woman had ever looked at him with such complete passion. Beth not only lusted after him, she was his perfect match. Submissive even though she didn’t want to be, with her demanding nature struggling to break through, to challenge him, keep him alert so he would stay in control.

  He leaned forward, tasting her, running his tongue over her skin.

  “Ethan. You’re killing me.” She cried out underneath him, grabbing his hair, pinning him to her.

  Blood rushed through his head, making him lightheaded while he breathed in her scent. The outdoors still lingered on her. But her lust, her passion, her intense desire for him filled his senses. His heart pounded so hard he thought his chest would explode.

  She held on to him, pulling his hair, while he traced a path down her stomach, relishing the softness of her skin. Her petite body seemed so delicate. But her grip on him reminded him of her strength. She pushed with her hands, trying to control his actions.

  “Is there something you want?” He ran his hands down her inner thighs, which she spread willingly for him.

  “Damnit to hell.” She squirmed while he watched, her thick cream dripping from her cunt with her movement. “You know exactly what I fucking want.”

  His cock about exploded. The scent of her made him drunk. He had to taste her.

  “I’ll give you what you want.” He ran his tongue over her entrance, her rich cream filling his mouth, sweet and powerful, just like she was.

  “Damn straight you will.” But then she gasped, her hands grasping for the bed, balling his bedspread into her fists while her legs tried to squeeze the life out of him.

  He drank her cum, not able to get enough of her. Holding her legs firmly, keeping them spread, he buried his face in her cunt, her cream covering him, consuming his senses, and still he wanted more. He’d wanted more that night so long ago when they were cubs, and he wanted more now. This time however, he was no longer an awkward teenager, unable to come to grips with how to
control a situation. This time he was in charge.

  She arched up into him, offering all that she had, her shaved pussy spread open for him. He ran his tongue from her small hole to the smaller one lower, which puckered delightfully when he teased it.

  “Damn. Oh God.” Her body clenched, and he knew she was on the verge of another orgasm.

  He could drown himself in her thick cream and be a happy man. But his cock pounded angrily against the bed. He had felt the tightness of her cunt, and more than anything wanted back inside her heat.

  She stared at him wide-eyed, gold flecks dancing around the green of her eyes. Her breath came in pants, her breasts rising and falling while she gripped his bed. He came up to his knees, watching her while her lashes lowered over her eyes, her gaze dropping to his cock. Just knowing she watched him, ached for him, made him mad with need to fuck her.

  He lifted her legs, spreading her wide open before him. Her shaved pussy was a prize in itself. She was so small, so petite, and he knew by looking few werewolves had pounded that cunt before.

  He lifted her while he situated himself between her legs. When his cock pressed against her heat, blood boiled through him, blinding him momentarily. He had to maintain control, though. She had so much to offer him, and he wanted every bit of it.

  “Fuck.” He could hardly believe how tight she was, like a smooth glove fitting perfectly around his cock. “You are so damned perfect.”

  Her moist heat seared right through him, the beast within him stirring, making him ache to take their lovemaking to a more primal level.

  But he would start out slow, enjoy her, make sure he had her complete submission.

  As he moved in and out of her satin heat, she shivered, her orgasm tearing through her, drowning him when her hot cream flooded her cunt, soaking his cock. The scent of her sex made him wild.

  “Fuck me, wolf-man.” She couldn’t stand his slow torture anymore than he could.