Thorn
In Moonscape
Copyright 2016 by Rachel E Rice
Books 1-7 of the Insatiable Series can be read in order. Don’t miss the Hunter Series a continuation of the Insatiable Series, and Moonscape series: Tracker, Thorn, and Damon.
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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
Hunter’s Moon
Moon Tide
Moon Rapture
Tracker in Moonscape
Thorn in Moonscape
Coming Soon: Damon in Moonscape
Insatiable Box Set 1-4 and in paperback
Hunter’s Moon Box Set 5-7
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Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Copyright Page
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
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Chapter 1
Tracker had been trolling the beach at night unable to sleep. Restless. Too many nights and days doing nothing more than standing looking up at the moon and picking up women. Then listening to them moan with pleasure of having rough sex. And complain about how their men weren’t able to satisfy them in the way Tracker could. A few of his pickups didn’t want to leave him, but he pushed them out, and brought in another, and another, and by weeks end, he was bored and restless again. It was then he made up his mind to leave—alone.
He quietly pushed open the door to Thorn and Zoey’s room in the resort suite he and Thorn had rented in San Diego for a week. Their rooms filled with expensive dark wicker furniture and white cushions, the kind you find in Hawaii or the islands, in a fancy hotel. Floral colors of green, pink, beige, and purple. The walls covered with ornate wall paper of beige and large green leaves.
Colors females loved and males detested. In the corner facing an ornamental fireplace, velvet chairs and a green velvet sofa sat facing a large Sony flat screen hung over the fireplace mantle.
The sheer curtains opened up to a patio where Zoey, Thorn, and Tracker sat in the evenings and watched the sun burst of orange and yellow as if disappearing into the Pacific Ocean. This was Zoey’s idea of a fun time. For Tracker it was pure hell. But then it wasn’t about Tracker anymore, it was what Thorn wanted, and Thorn wanted whatever Zoey wanted.
After dinner and in the dark star filled sky, Zoey stripped of her scant clothing, a sheer dress with no bra and underwear. She scurried down the stairs, on to the beach, and into the water, oblivious of who was watching, and who was standing on their balconies taking in the beautiful naked form of a young blond woman disappearing into the surf.
Tracker watched at her on most nights when he wasn’t taking a woman on all fours on the floor. He watched as Thorn and Zoey frolicked in the water and then go out for a swim.
At the beginning Tracker appeared to be bothered knowing he had turned her away when she was eager to be part of a threesome, and Thorn had wanted to share her to please his brother, and his Alpha. But Tracker took his frustrations out on the next woman banging on his door to be next in line to be taken and abused by a cold aloof werewolf who in all knowledge to them was only a cold man who knew how to satisfy their unsatisfied lust.
Knowing how much Thorn craved and needed Zoey, Tracker couldn’t deny Thorn the love he sought and finally found with her. Tracker didn’t love Zoey and he could never be true to her. He would break her heart as he had done with Saadia.
There was something empty inside he had to fill.
The purpose of stopping before they went on to Mexico was to give Zoey a rest. Relaxing on the sand and swimming was what all of them needed. Well not Tracker. He needed to be on the road in the forest chasing down animals and fucking women. The first of the month the moon would be full, and it held sway over him because he didn’t want to control himself. He rejoiced in that wild animal part in him, which the moon brought about. He needed to be on the road riding his Harley, he needed to be on the road riding an assortment of women to keep from thinking about Saadia or Zoey.
A slight early morning breeze blew in from the Pacific straining the beige sheer curtains sending them fluttering in the breeze and forcing the sheet back which covered the two naked bodies as they lay entwined.
Zoey’s small curvy legs lay over Thorn’s, and she had her head resting on his chest with his large left hand planted between her legs, and the other holding her passionately to him.
Tracker took in all of Zoey’s exposed nude body and he made a low grunt. And then another. He thought of their time together. The moan coming from deep inside him, but it didn’t wake the two who appeared to be sleeping soundly. Tracker’s eyes swept over Zoey’s body. The sun streamed in giving her an even golden sheen, where the sun had baked her and she was the color of bronze, a delicious caramel color, and her hair more blond than usual. It had been the heat of the sun and the cool of the nights that had given her this beautiful sensational tan.
Zoey had never looked so beautiful and so sexy.
She turned facing Tracker her, eyes shut tight, still sleeping, and like a choreographed dance, Thorn turned evenly with her. His large cock searching for her buttocks and then finding them. And in his sleep he gave out a soft moan of pleasure. It was as if searching for a treasure and then finding it nestled close by.
His hands fell over her and settle on her breasts and he unconsciously cupped them.
Tracker stood watching the two of them together, and longing for Zoey. He felt a desire creep into him and settle inside. That feeling wasn’t entirely for her, but for the animalistic desires he once held for her.
The pleasure of seeing her body once more, his thoughts fell to the desire that he received from his length dipping into her soft flesh, into her opening, and how it had entered effortlessly. The pleasure he received from her could only come second to what he felt for Saadia’s body. At the time before Saadia, he longed for the feelings he received from Zoey, and how once he was in her, his length vibrated with excitement and how moist she had been with one touch.
Zoey could have been the mate he would want, if he didn’t want someone and something else, and Thorn hadn’t fallen madly in love with her.
He observed Thorn and Zoey for a while as her butt backed up to
Thorn, his arm covering her and both of them sleeping silent and still unaware that someone was standing there watching them.
Zoey was a distraction to Thorn as she had been to him, but more so with Thorn because he loved her, and he would be blind to anything said about her, so Tracker held his opinions.
Tracker thought about warning Thorn not to be too sidetracked and blinded by his love for her. He wanted to warn Thorn that Zoey was a desirable female, in the world of men, he could have many problems with men wanting to steal her or take her from him. But Tracker knew Thorn wouldn’t listen, and he didn’t want to waste his words, nor did he want to lose the love of his brother.
The way their bodies were interlaced and the way Thorn held Zoey to him with one hand cupping her breasts, and the other hand between her legs, the pad of his finger unconsciously massaging her, no air could come between them and certainly no brother could either. They were one now.
It was a realization that Zoey and Thorn had become more than just bodies to one another when that’s all she had been to him. There never had been a time when she had been an individual, a female, with a face where he could look into it without feeling that she was only someone to serve his need during the time of the full moon. A faceless body that he could take and have when the time of the moon dictated.
It wasn’t that way with Saadia. He dreamed of her and saw her face in everything he did on every woman he saw walking the beach. On every woman he met and took to bed in the few days they had been at that resort.
Unconsciously he then realized that he wanted Saadia. He needed her. But she had betrayed him when she chose to conceal her identity and conceal her scent. It became impossible for him to forget her duplicity. Tracker wondered what other things she had kept from him. Did her family know of her ways and were they in on it?
He had heard his father, Lycell, tell of werefemales who possessed unusual abilities to change their face and bodies and have supernatural powers. But she didn’t change her face. He saw the same innocent looking face he had seen in high school, but because he hadn’t thought of her or saw her since she became of age, he didn’t recognize Saadia in the dim light of the club.
And because she appeared different in her dress and behavior, he was unable to distinguish her from that scared young girl who told all her classmates she had been promised to Tracker, the most eligible werewolf shifter in Samsaville.
Saadia’s body had changed and she wore tight jeans over her curvy body and developed breasts. Because now she was a full grown werefemale and she had transformed her looks and dress, and he wasn’t able to recognize that innocent shy werefemale from his high school days.
Tracker shifted his weight ready to turn and walk out of the room when Thorn’s eyes suddenly opened.
It was something that caused Thorn to feel the presence of another being standing near his bed watching attentively. Maybe it was the change in temperature, or the wind, or the sunlight.
Thorn’s eyes focused. He didn’t jump or conceal himself or Zoey. There was no use because Tracker had seen and done more with Zoey than he had ever thought of undertaking.
“What are you doing standing there dressed in your leathers?” He didn’t wait for Tracker to answer. “I thought we all could go for a swim today and have dinner tonight with the humans before we left tomorrow. Zoey would like that.” Thorn smiled and wiped his eyes.
“Not today.” Tracker’s voice unusually quiet. He didn’t meet Thorn’s eyes which wasn’t typical Tracker. His mind appeared to be concentrating on something else. Something serious.
“I’m going to leave you two and go on to Mexico and rent a villa for us. I think Zoey could use a little more rest. And you don’t need me around.” Tracker shot Thorn a small closed smile. When Zoey heard her name on Tracker’s lips, she smiled in her sleep and gave a small inhale and exhale and held on to Thorn’s arm.
Thorn turned and watched at Zoey lying on her back, her breasts uplifted, her nipples hard from the cool breeze blowing in through the patio door, then she slowly turned to face Thorn, and reached for him, and draped her arm over Thorn’s chest.
Her buttocks prominent in Tracker’s view. Thorn looked up in Tracker’s face, in his eyes where he saw remorse, desire, and arousal, and Thorn reached for a sheet and spread it over her body covering her from the hungry eyes of Tracker.
“I think you’re right. We need more time together and you need to be alone to decide what it is you want to do. Whatever you choose I will go along with you. If you want to just turn around and go back to Samsaville and marry Saadia then I will do that too. We could have a double wedding.” Thorn closed with a grin in his playful naïve way. One eyebrow raising and his eyes showing bright and thoughtful.
“Let’s not get ahead of yourself. If you want to marry Zoey then do so. I suggest you do it before you bring her back to Samsaville. You know father.”
Thorn knew his father only too well. But a wedding would be out of the question because by now the reports of Beau’s death had to be front page news. And since Zoey went missing at the same time Beau had been killed by a large wolf, and a shotgun wielded by his uncle to ward of the wolf attack, and who met the same fate, it would be very risky for both of them if they showed up now to get married legally.
Tracker knew better and Thorn knew better. The conversation was just to warn Thorn about their father, and to make him feel he wanted this marriage, and he wasn’t jealous of their union.
Tracker assumed that’s what Thorn meant to do with Zoey and wanted Tracker’s blessings. Marry her because after all she was human, and had the desires of most women. And Thorn being inexperienced and in love would try his best to satisfy Zoey no matter what the cost.
Therefore in a roundabout way, Tracker had sanctioned the marriage, whether legally or according to werewolf’s laws. And he would get out of Thorn’s way where they could solidify their mating ritual.
Chapter 2
Lycell strolled into the dining room of his newly renovated ranch house with a smile on his face. He stretched, raised his arms out and then above his head, and placed his hands together. His thick muscled arms like two small boulders. He drew in a breath and said, “I’m feeling great today. Nothing can make me angry.”
Drayton glanced up at him and rolled his eyes. He knew Lycell to be a short fuse that could go off any moment if he didn’t get his way and lately, he wasn’t, at least not with Adrienne and his sons.
Lycell watched at Drayton sitting silent and enjoying his venison before it was time to ride around the ranch checking for intruders, or shifters who had gotten drunk, and decided to sleep it off in the wooded area that surrounded the ranch.
Not getting a comment from Drayton, Lycell sat down across from him at the large dining table that held ten at one time, and more if the entire family dined together as Adrienne had hoped for one day.
“Where is Adrienne? I want to drive her into town and buy her something expensive.” He raised his arms to his side, stretching them, and flexed his large muscles straining the arms of his flannel red and black shirt. “I’m going to take her for a ride to Lake Tahoe. We’ll stay for dinner and a show. She would like that.”
Drayton eyes rose from his plate, chewed on another bloody piece of meat, drank a glass of water, and then sucked in the fresh air coming in from the open windows. It was fall now. He looked out and saw the Oak trees his mother had planted years ago turn yellow and orange, and a few single leaves falling from the trees, and blowing into the pool.
It was the different pine trees he enjoyed watching which signaled forest with wild animals, and plenty of fresh food year round. His eyes settled down on the pool.
The pool hadn’t been used since Thorn fell into it and almost drowned. Werewolves knew how to swim naturally, but Thorn had been afraid of water, and although he could swim, he never relished the experience.
“Imagine that,” Lycell had said surprised. He never knew that Thorn was a sinker and because of that Thorn was
always skittish about getting into the water. Eventually he overcame his fear because Lycell would drop him in and tell him, “Swim or die.”
“We have a lot to do before the snow comes,” Drayton said turning to Lycell. “I have to clean the pool. All those leaves are blowing into it. Your boys aren’t here to do any of the chores this large place requires. And hiring strangers is out of the question,” Drayton said glancing up at Lycell. Lycell waiting patiently for an answer to his question.
“When the fuck are you going to tell me where Adrienne is?” It didn’t take long for that short fuse to ignite.
“I told you a few days ago, but you wasn’t listening. I said I would bring her to Wilder at the cave.” He looked at Lycell with a raised eyebrow. Drayton possessed an even temperament, and he wasn’t intimidated by Lycell.
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
“Because of you. You have been manipulating us to be with Adrienne. First you find all kinds of lame excuses not to go with Wilder to any of the council meetings, and then you try to send me knowing I want to take care of my son and teach him important skills a werewolf needs to know. You spent time with your sons and you have six.”
“And you have only one and he’s still a pup. And that’s why we hire nurses for that. And Adrienne.”
“How can she attend to my son, and be with any of us when you’re occupying her with your needs? There is only one of her, and she can’t spread herself that thin. It leaves nothing for the rest of us. We love her as much as you do, and she’s my wife.”
“Who gave you the right to take her to the cave? It could snow and she could be away for a while,” Lycell said rising and looking down at Drayton.
“The right of a lawful husband,” Drayton’s said his tone aggressive. His eyes glaring up at Lycell.
“We don’t recognize man’s laws here. We are subject to our own.” Drayton locked eyes with Lycell. He had always been the selfish triplet of the pack. “Maybe you’re satisfied with that one son of yours, but my sons are yearlings, and I need to mate with Adrienne.”
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