Jasmine Moon

by Celia Breslin

  “Nah. I’m good to go.” She entwined her fingers with his and set off after Jake and Lexi.

  Why did her small hand engulfed in his feel so damn good? So…right?

  She’s our mate, you dumb fuck. His inner wolf paced, restless.

  “Shut up.”

  “What?” Mina glanced up at him.

  “Sorry. Nothing. Just thinking.” Way to go, asshole. You sound terrible.

  “Oh. Okay.” She looked like she wanted to say more, and he would expect no less than blunt from her, but instead she bit her lip and headed inside. Still tired from her laughing fit, he presumed.

  On the other hand, Lexi, ever the Energizer Bunny, pounced on poor Mina as soon as she made an appearance through the door, pulling her to the dining room table, relieving her of her shrug, and forcing her into a chair. “As requested, carbs and caffeine for my girl.”

  Evan hung his jacket on the rack by the door then slid into the seat next to Mina. He eyed the impressive feast on the table. Two pots of tea covered by cozies next to four cups, complete with saucers. Two platters of food—one of finger sandwiches cut in triangles, the other piled high with enough cookies and brownies to put someone in a sugar coma. “Wow, quite a spread.” And so elaborate, he doubted his sister had created it. “Mrs. Carson?”

  Lexi poured tea into the four cups. “Sugar objects, yes. Tea and sandwiches, no.”

  Jake took a seat across from Evan. “You can thank my parents for the rest.” He waved a folded piece of paper, apparently a note from Mr. and Mrs. Marsden. “They decided not to wait up for us, though.”

  A good thing, in Evan’s opinion. As much as he enjoyed the Marsden’s company, he had one goal at the moment—to get a certain curvaceous, redheaded beauty into the guest room’s big-ass bed. He smiled as said beauty dug into the bounty with gusto. While Jake, Mina, and Evan ate in companionable silence, his firecracker sister entertained them with her incessant chatter.

  He’d missed his little sister’s boundless energy and relished such family moments. Hanging around a table, sharing food. He should visit more often, but work demanded his utter time commitment, and he did not foresee a change in the situation anytime soon.

  But now…he could enjoy the here and now….

  He settled back in his chair and draped an arm over Mina’s shoulders. She shot him a surprised look and a rather shy smile before plopping the last bite of her brownie into her mouth. He wouldn’t mind a bit of chocolate right about now. He leaned forward and licked her lower lip. She yielded to his approach in an instant, letting him slip his tongue inside. Yeah, chocolate tasted damn good. He kissed her nice and slow.

  Silence. The scrape of chairs. Soft footsteps on hardwood, padding into the living room. The soft strains of a song, played by Jake on the piano, danced through the open space.

  Mina turned her head in the direction of the sound, giving Evan free rein to brush aside her silky red mane and pepper kisses on her neck. She shivered when he nipped the spot below her ear. So he did it again.

  “Mm.” Despite her cute noise of pleasure, she shifted away from his seeking lips and stood. “Dance?” She extended a hand. “We didn’t get the chance at the party.”

  Truth be told, he rarely danced at all, but the thought of holding her against his body had him bolting from the chair and pulling her to the living room, where Jake played a rather classical tune, one Evan had never heard.

  Mina wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his chest, not even close to his shoulder. Damn, such a tiny thing. But her generous curves more than made up for what she lacked in height. He couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her. But, first, a slow dance.

  It had been a long time since he’d held a woman. The way she fit his taste in women to perfection layered icing on the proverbial cake. Their movements took them near the piano, where his sister sat next to Jake in what appeared to be a state of relaxed contentment.

  As the song drew to an end, and Jake played the last notes then lifted his hands, Lexi draped herself across the man’s lap and cuddled against him. Impressive. Evan had never seen his over-the-top, independent sister turned into such a total puddle of lovey-dovey goo.

  Jake rose with Lexi in his arms and headed for the stairs. “Good night.”

  Evan nodded at the man. Mina stepped out of his arms and waved at the retreating couple. Lexi didn’t say a word, simply flopped her arm in a half-ass farewell-see-ya-later gesture. When their bedroom door closed, Mina voiced what Evan had thought. “Wow, stunning. Have you ever seen your sister so calm and quiet?”

  “Nope. A miracle of epic proportions.”

  “Ha. Must be the music valium Jake played. Lexi sent me the song. He wrote it for her, you know. It’s called ‘Sunflower Sonata.’” She yawned and stretched her arms overhead.

  His gaze zeroed in on the swell of her creamy breasts, put on display by her unintentionally sexy move.

  “I didn’t know.” He reached out to palm those tempting handfuls, but she stepped back, a coy smile playing across her lips.

  “It’s so romantic, don’t you think?” She backed up another step.

  He followed. “And effective.”

  “Spoken like a man. So practical.”

  He could think of many other practical things he wanted to do right now. Starting with stripping her out of her little blue dress and baring her luscious curves to his hungry mouth and hands. He crowded her, herding her to the stairs.

  “What are you doing?” Facing him, she stepped up onto the first stair.

  “What do you think?” He traced the edge of her dress near her breasts, pleased as fuck by the shiver shaking her from head to toe.

  “Um.”

  He pulled her against his chest then walked her backward up the next step. “I like it when you lose your ability to snark.”

  “To snark or not to snark, that is the question.”

  He loved the tremor in her voice, the widening of her eyes as he continued to back her up the stairs, holding her firm by her waist. “I can think of better uses for your lovely mouth.”

  “Me, too.” No hesitation, no fear or discomfort at the dirty talk. His erection strained against his jeans. Fuck, they needed to move faster. He lifted her.

  She wrapped herself around him, clinging with her arms and legs. He gripped her ass with both hands and bounded up the stairs and into the guest room.

  He kicked the door shut then strode straight to the bed, placing her on the foot of it with her legs dangling. Sinking to his knees, he parted hers and wedged himself between her thighs, caressing the super-soft inner flesh. “You’re so silky here.”

  “Thanks.” Gripping the hem of her dress, she lifted it to her waist, baring herself to him. Brazen, wanton. He fucking loved it. He gazed at his suntanned hands on her creamy flesh, reveling in the contrast of light and dark. And lo and behold, she did have freckles. Everywhere, though less here than on her arms.

  He traced his fingers over the delicate dots, followed them to her black thong, moist from their earlier session in the SUV and dampening more now. The scent wafting from her cunt made his mouth water and whirled his wolf into a frenzy. Mine. My mate. Take her. His rational mind tried to argue the mate claim but Logic Brain could go fuck itself. Wolf and body had other plans, ones he couldn’t ignore.

  “Need to taste you.” He hooked his finger around the band of her panties.

  Bracing her hands on the bed, she lifted her hips to let him pull the thong down her legs and over her boots. He tossed the scrap of material over his shoulder. The sight of her pink folds would have taken him to his knees if he hadn’t already been there. He stroked her neatly trimmed curls, as dark red as the hair on her head. She watched him with wide eyes, her breathing shallow and rapid.

  “You want me to touch you there?” He skirted her clit, up one side, down the other.

  She shook her head. “Kiss me.”

  “Where?”
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  “There.” She waved in the general direction of her clit.

  No holds barred blunt in her outer life, would she act as honest and upfront in the bedroom?

  He placed a chaste kiss on her mound. “There?”

  The frustrated look on her face? Fucking priceless.

  “Lick and suck my clit, Wolf Man.” He arched a brow, and she huffed. “Please.”

  “There we go.” He planted a hand on the curve of her belly and encouraged her to recline. But she wouldn’t go down all the way. She propped herself on her elbows and watched him.

  Fine by him. He set to work on her clit.

  Chapter Six

  Holy mother of all sex partners. Mina had hit the perfect partner jackpot. The way he worked her sweet spot had her practically seeing stars. She would come in a flash if he kept up the awesomeness.

  And he did. He teased, he circled, and then he sucked hard and freaking blew off the top of her head.

  “Evan. God.” She bucked and rode the waves of pleasure, her low moans mingling with his sexy growls.

  “Taste so damn good, Red,” he growled against her folds, laving her with his tongue through her orgasm, extending it so long she hit hypersensitive mode and tried to squirm away.

  “More.” He tightened his hold on her thighs, licked up and down her slit then fucked her with his tongue until she melted against the bed in defeat. Happy defeat. Blissful, even. Her surrender drew a satisfied rumble from Evan.

  “Wow,” she murmured. “Just…wow.”

  “I like the sound of that.” He shot to his feet and scooped her up, repositioning her in the center of the big bed. “Take your dress off. Slowly.”

  “My, my, you’re bossy.” Her taunt came out breathy, her inner wolf howling for her to hurry the hell up and comply. She wanted more touch. More taste. More of the dominant who’d rocked her orgasm world.

  “Is it a problem?”

  “Nope.” She unzipped and pulled her dress over her head, letting it fall to the side.

  “Holy fuck.” His curse shot her attention back to him.

  Hovering at the foot of the bed, Evan stared down at her, expression fierce but unreadable. Did he like what he saw or not? Sure, she wasn’t model skinny, more Marilyn Monroe than Twiggy. And she could drop five, or maybe ten, but she worked too many hours to exercise every freaking day beyond her morning walk on the beach. Plus she loved her sweets and her sugared coffee, so—

  “Stop.”

  “What?” Her gaze darted from her rounded belly back to his face.

  “You’re thinking way too hard about the wrong things.”

  “How did you—?”

  “You were glaring at your own stomach like you expected an alien to burst out of it. You look disgusted.”

  “Well, disgust is a bit too strong a word for my thoughts.” When he cocked his head, she harrumphed. “Fine. I was thinking I could work out more, maybe drop a few pounds.”

  He snorted and unbuttoned his shirt. “I see.”

  One button. A little tug on his collar. Two buttons. Three…her chest and core constricted as his slow striptease revealed more and more skin. She licked her lips.

  A ghost of a smile came and went on his face. “Take off your bra.”

  Another command. She straightened her spine and reached behind her to unhook it then placed it on her discarded dress.

  She went for the zipper on her boots, but he shook his head. “Leave the boots.”

  Holy hotness. Dominant and kinky. Moisture seeped from her slit. She’d never wanted a man as much as this one. “Come here, Wolf Man.”

  He shucked his shirt and pants while she sat there and salivated and pretty near swallowed her tongue. Thank goodness her sandwich and sugar snack had taken the edge off her drunken dizziness because, otherwise, the head spins she had from seeing Evan’s naked body in all its tan and muscular glory would have made her pass out. And thank you fashion gods, he’d gone commando under his clothes. His cock, long and thick, jutted from his body, pointing straight at her.

  He stalked to the bed, all six-foot-and-then-some hunky predator of him, and prowled over her, caressing her legs from her boot-covered ankles to her face and back to her breasts. Propped up on one arm, he settled his lower body between her legs and stroked her breasts with his free hand. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.”

  “You stole my line.” He truly had. Given she lived by the ocean in Southern California, she’d seen a ton of tanned men wearing nothing but swim trunks on a daily basis. None compared to the man smooshing her to the big bed.

  He cupped her breast. “Look how you fit in my hand. Perfect.” He stroked down her side to squeeze her hip. “Yeah, my grip fits here, too. You’re a total knockout in the voluptuous department.”

  His words rang with sincerity, and his expression caused a riot of strange sensations in her chest. Tears burned the back of her eyes. “You’re super hot yourself.”

  When she’d put the fling offer on the table, she hadn’t expected this level of intensity, honesty, and all-cards-on-the-table intimacy—

  He thrust forward with his hips, and lowered his head to give her nipple a long, slow lick.

  Okay, not the time for deep thoughts.

  He sucked. Hard.

  Or any thoughts.

  His hips shifting, he fingered her clit. A tap, a flick then a slide along her thighs, between her folds. Up and back he moved his wicked finger, while torturing the hell out of first one nipple then the other, sucking so hard it bordered on pain. Her desire skyrocketed from a ten out of ten to a ten million out of ten million.

  “Evan.” She sank her nails into his shoulders, eliciting a growl from his throat.

  He released her nipple then blew on the stiff peak. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Kiss me.”

  A sultry grin curved his mouth upward. “And that.”

  His kiss demanded her full compliance. He took what he wanted and gave her so much passion, so much pleasure in the process. She whimpered into his mouth, submitting to him, to their delicious moment. May it never stop.

  He reached between them, positioning his cock at her entrance.

  “Yes.” Her pulse pounded. No need to pause for protection since she wasn’t fertile right now, and they were both disease-free, thanks to shifter genetics.

  “I want to see.” She sat up, forcing him to rise up then delved between their bodies to caress the velvety head of his length. Her fingers brushed over his, and she helped him guide himself inside.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.” He glided through her juices, stretching her to the point of discomfort.

  Her inner walls twitched and clung to his invading length. Boy, there’s a lot of him. She sucked in a steadying breath.

  “You okay?” His pause to ask after her comfort pleased her to no end.

  “More.” She speared him with a heated stare. “Fuck me silly, Wolf Man.”

  With wild eyes and a feral growl, he surged forward. With her face plastered against his chest, he pounded into her, and, holy wow, another orgasm headed her way. “Oh God, coming.”

  “Perfect,” he rasped, and pulled out.

  “Nooooooooo,” she shrieked then clamped her hand over her mouth. Not alone in the house. Too loud. Wolves with hyper hearing surrounded them. But, gosh darn it, why did he stop?

  He flipped her over, gripped her hips, and brought her to her hands and knees.

  Oh. Thank you, sex gods. “More,” she panted, pushing her backside against him. “Inside, now.”

  Bent over her, he nipped her shoulder.

  “Pleeeeeease.” She bucked under him, her insides twitching, aching to be filled, to be taken. Right the heck now.

  “Better.” He sank two fingers into her weeping core, thrusting over and over, skating her closer to climax then using the moisture to lube her clit. “Touch yourself.”

  His constant commands did stra
nge things to her mind and body. Wonderful things. She liked it more than she cared to admit. Her inner wolf howled in agreement. More man. More. Ours, he’s ours. Submit to him. Claim him.

  Her fingers found her swollen nub while he pushed his thickness inside her again. “Yes.” Finally.

  He set up a slow rhythm while she played with her clit, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, so freaking close for so freaking long she whimpered and collapsed her head and chest onto the bed, ass high. “Please.”

  Steely hands clamped onto her hips. A wave of dominant energy rolled over her, pulling a cry from her throat she tried to muffle in the bedspread.

  “Mine.” He sped up. Thrust after thrust sent her spiraling into heaven.

  She mewled into the mattress. He changed his angle inside her, rubbing her favorite spot just right.

  “Yes, there. Evan. Evan.” She broke apart, wave after wave of her climax rushing over her like a freaking tidal wave, her skin sizzling, her mind blown, her heart pounding at top speed.

  “Mina. Fuck.” Evan followed her with a grunt, fingers digging into her flesh, body jerking, his seed spilling into her.

  He groaned and lifted her unresisting body, bringing her upright on her knees, holding her against him with a powerful arm across her body. His free hand grasped her hair and tilted her head until their gazes clashed.

  He looked fevered, flushed, feral. Possessive. Something like tenderness flashed through his eyes and then vanished, replaced with desire.

  “Mina.” He kissed her, a long kiss, a sweet kiss so at odds with the hot animal sex they’d had, and yet so endearing. As if she needed any further convincing the man was made of utter awesome.

  She smiled up at him when he finally let her have a breather. “Let’s do it again.”

  His little spitfire sounded ready for more. He took in her flushed freckled face, her kiss-swollen pink lips, glazed blue eyes, and all of it sent his pride soaring. He’d put the satisfied look on his little wolf. And nothing pleased him more than a job well done. He smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose.