Jasmine Moon

by Celia Breslin

  Oh, the “hussy” from the wedding reception was a healer? Well, darn, now she couldn’t be mad at the woman.

  “Thank you.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head against Evan’s chest, comforted by the strong thud of his heart against her cheek. “So sleepy.”

  “You were drugged, baby. It will wear off in a bit.” His arms tightened around her as he eased them into the vehicle. She shivered, and someone who smelled familiar covered her in a blanket, tucking the corners around both her and Evan. “Thanks, Lex.”

  Slim fingers stroked her cheek. “Damn, Mina, if you didn’t want to dance anymore, you could have just told me. Getting in a fight in the snow is a bit over the top, doncha think?”

  Mina smiled into Evan’s shirt. “Love you, too, Lexi.”

  Warm, masculine lips pressed against her forehead. “No more talk, baby. Rest.”

  Mm. Nice, soft lips, but…. “Bossy dominant.”

  His chuckle rumbled in his chest, vibrating along her body.

  She let out a satisfied sigh. “Keeping you.”

  “Absolutely, Red.” The conviction in his tone pleased her a heck of a lot.

  When Mina opened her eyes once more, she found herself snuggled in the big bed in Lexi’s guest bedroom, sprawled across Evan’s well-muscled, warm, and delicious-smelling chest. One of his arms held her close, while his free hand stroked a soothing path along her spine. “I’m naked.”

  His hand paused then resumed its downward path. “That a problem?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Good.” Under her palm, his heartbeat, solid and soothing. She ran her thumb over his pec and nipple, eliciting a soft grunt from her man.

  My man.

  Hm. Had a nice ring to it. And boy howdy, did her inner wolf like Mina’s new perspective on the whole mate business. She caressed the ridges of his abdominals, loving how his skin twitched at her touch. She tickled the soft hair on his lower abs and gasped when his erection nudged her fingers, as if it had a mind of its own and demanded attention. Fine by her. More than fine, in fact.

  She lowered her body to get a taste of his impressive cock, her mouth already watering, but a sharp pain in her shoulder stopped her. “Whoa.”

  Evan clasped her under her arms, supporting her as she touched her bandaged shoulder and upper arm. “Easy, Red. You’re all stitched up, but you need to rest.”

  Hm. Well, she had other plans for their first evening as mates. “I’ll rest when I’m dead, mate of mine.”

  A smug and oh-so-masculine grin spread over his face. “Mate. I like the sound of that, little mate.”

  “Likewise. Now, let me have my man candy. I need to lick you like a lollipop then suck you dry.”

  Evan groaned. “Your straight-shooter talk makes me so fucking hard.” Sexual heat burned bright in her man’s gorgeous whiskey-colored eyes. “I am completely on board with your plan.”

  She whooped and moved down his body, but he tightened his grip on her.

  “Wait, Red. You….” His brows collided, jaw tight. “You scared me. Attacking the male.”

  She harrumphed. “I did more than attack. I kicked his ass.” Well, before the tranq gun went off, anyway.

  “Agreed. But they both hurt you. And I won’t risk further injury to your precious body.”

  “But…. She flicked her gaze to his cock, stroked her fingers over the velvety head. Her mouth watered. “Come on, Evan. Really?”

  He chuckled and stilled her foraging fingers. “Hold on, baby. There’s nothing in the world I want more than feeding my cock into your hot mouth. But first….” He lay her back on the bed, his touch gentle. “On your side, baby.”

  “I like it when you call me baby.” She rolled onto her uninjured side.

  “Then I’ll do it all the time.”

  Evan placed pillows down the full length of her body, taking special care with extra padding for her shoulder, head, and neck. Seeming satisfied with his work, he rounded the bed and sat next to her in all his naked, gorgeous glory. His fierce, possessive stare sent shivers down her skin.

  He stroked his knuckles over her nipples, making them harden to tight nubs. “So pretty.” Stretched out on the bed, he put his bobbing erection in front of her face.

  She let out a soft laugh. “Hello there.”

  Her chuckle morphed to a moan when he spread her thighs and blew on her tingling clit. “If I sense you’re in pain from your shoulder, we stop. Am I clear? I won’t risk hurting you.”

  Warmth bloomed in her chest. “Yes, sir, Mister Bossy, sir.” She gripped his hardened shaft and licked the head, the droplets of salty precum teasing her taste buds. Round and round she licked, loving the tremor in his legs as he held himself still. She opened wide and slowly sucked him inside her mouth.

  “Fuuuuuuuck.” His hips jerked, pushing him deeper, to the back of her throat.

  She relaxed, held her breath, and took even more. His incoherent rumblings made her hum with contentment around his cock, which in turn had him shaking. Man-putty in her grasp. She loved it.

  He swiveled his hips, slow and careful with her as he took his pleasure in her mouth. She stroked his balls, wanting to take him higher. He growled, clamped a hand around her thigh, and buried his face against her folds, devouring her pussy like a starving man. Her orgasm hit her fast. He held her in place with a steely grip while she spasmed, her body cushioned by the pillows. Her throat convulsed around his length, and he came with a shout, spilling hot streams down her throat.

  As much as she hated to release him, she could use some air. As if sensing her dilemma, he pulled out. “Fucking hell, woman.”

  “I think you mean fucking nirvana, Wolf Man,” she shot back with a smile.

  “I’ll give you nirvana, baby.” Flattening her hips onto the bed, he studied her injured shoulder and her face for one long moment. Seeming assured by what he saw, he lowered his head and licked her slit over and over and over until she sprawled over the pillows, boneless, in utter surrender to her man.

  “My man.” She ran her fingers through his hair and clutched his head while he shot her toward another mind-blowing climax.

  He looked up at her, his expression fierce. “My woman.” He pushed two fingers into her core, and her back arched, leg muscles tight and trembling.

  Pleasure stole her breath. So close.

  “Come for me now, Mina.” He sucked on her clit.

  Her second orgasm would’ve rocked her body clear off the bed except her man anchored her in place. When he’d reduced her to a twitchy, sweaty, limp lump, he repositioned himself on the bed and drew her gently onto his body. Yummy man pillow.

  They lay quietly for a while, but when sleep tried to claim her, and she felt him relax under her, succumbing to slumber as well, she raised her head and tapped his cheek until he opened his eyes. “I love you, Evan Luparell. And I’m not merely saying it because you’re a superior sex god. Though that’s a totally awesome bonus.”

  His chest bounced with a laugh, and his gaze softened. “I love you, Mina Carver. I never believed it possible for me to fall in love, let alone so fast. But my brother was right—when you know, you know.”

  He gathered her close.

  She snuggled into him, her heart so full she might pass out. “Best wedding slash vacation ever.”

  “Agreed, mate of mine. Agreed.”

  Epilogue

  Four months later….

  “Cinder? Come here, you blasted cat.” Evan stalked downstairs in Ross and Darci’s house, scanning the area below for signs of the gray feline. When he’d agreed to cat sit for two weeks while Ross and Darci traveled to England with Jake and Lexi, he never imagined one little cat could cause so much trouble. Ross warned him, but he’d scoffed. How bad could it be?

  Two days in, the cat had cracked glasses in the kitchen sink, toppled a red wine bottle on the rug in front of the living room fireplace, and the little cretin’s latest exploit? Invasion of
the storage closet to shred every roll of toilet paper and track the debris all over the downstairs.

  Unbelievable.

  “Fine, we’ll do this wolf-style.” He shifted into his wolf and scented the air. Gotcha. He bounded into Ross’s office and over to his brother’s desk. Cinder mewed from underneath it and scampered away, jumping onto the couch then up to the top of the bookshelf.

  Evan shifted and glared at the unapologetic beast. “It’s lockdown for you, buddy.” At least until he cleaned up the place. Mina would be here soon, and he had a big surprise planned.

  Despite his annoyance at the damn cat, he grinned. Thoughts of his little mate always did it to him. Since his brother’s wedding, they had been working hard at their long-distance relationship, talking on the phone or video chatting daily and flying to visit each other on weekends. So far, the arrangement had been working well, but Evan was ready for more. And thanks to his brother loaning him his house for fourteen days straight, he’d prepared the mother of all surprises for Mina.

  The roar of a car engine outside had him closing Cinder in the office and hurrying down the hall. A truck door slammed. Evan threw open the front door, crossed the deck, and bounded down the steps, his palms literally itching to touch his mate.

  Mina stood by the back of an SUV, prepping to pull out her bags, her back turned to him. His blood fled south to his cock at the sight of her curvy ass in tight jeans, but her pink jacket and pink suede boots made him shake his head. Powerfully bright, like her personality.

  “Hey, Red.”

  She pivoted.

  He opened his arms wide.

  Mina squealed and jumped into them. She kissed him so hard their teeth clashed then sucked on his tongue with an eager moan. Damn, she tasted fan-fucking-tastic, like coffee and sugar and cinnamon. The flavors, her natural musky scent, and the way she ground herself against his erect dick almost had him throwing her to the damp ground to take her right then and there.

  Instead, he kissed her back with equal fervor, walked them into the house through the sea of shredded toilet paper, and halted at the fireplace. “Missed you, mate,” he murmured against her mouth.

  “So much,” she replied.

  He lowered them both to the rug in front of the fireplace.

  She pulled off her jacket and peppered his neck with kisses. “What’s up with the fake paper snow? Take me now.”

  Evan laughed. “Cat attack. And your wish is my command, baby.”

  He stripped off his Henley and jeans with brisk efficiency then helped Mina shuck her boots and jeans. No panties. The pink lips of her sex glistened with her arousal, the scent socking him in the gut and skyrocketing his hunger for her. He stroked a path up her legs, loving the goose bumps chasing after his touch then slid her long-sleeved shirt up her quivering torso and over her head. When she went to remove her bra, he shook his head. “Leave it.”

  “Say what now, Wolf Man?”

  “You heard me.” He took her shirt and wrapped the flexible fabric around her wrists, essentially binding her, though escape would prove simple if she so desired.

  A cute smirk curled her lips, and she arched her back, offering her breasts. “I like the way you think.”

  She looked damn sexy, spread before him like a curvy Celtic goddess, her long red hair spilling over freckled, porcelain skin, her plump breasts pushed up by her frilly, low-cut bra. He kissed each soft mound in turn and folded down the molded bra cups, exposing her budded, rosy nipples to his hungry mouth. He suckled one nipple hard and tortured the other between his thumb and finger then switched.

  “Evan.” His name sounded like a plea.

  He held her breast with his teeth and flicked her sensitized tip with his tongue. “Evan!” His little mate writhed and squeezed her legs together. “In me now.”

  “Not yet, my sweet.” He settled between her legs and ran his tongue along her silky slit while his thumb teased her clit, making her tremble and whine.

  “Please, Evan.”

  He flicked her swollen nub and stabbed his tongue into her wet pussy. She came apart with a shrill cry, her arms flailing wide as she escaped her bindings. Clutching his head, she ground herself against his face. Fuck, if she kept it up he’d blow against the rug before he could get inside her.

  He surged to his knees, scooped her up by her waist to reposition them, with him sprawled on the rug and her on top.

  “Fill me, Evan.” Her nails dug into his pecs.

  He held her over his cock, his head nudging her entrance. “Always.”

  As she bore down, he shoved up, their mutual shouts of pleasure music to his ears. Her core spasmed around him. And then she started to move—sultry twists of her hips, her mound brushing against his body on her every downward thrust.

  He squeezed her hips and let her ride. “So tight.”

  “So big. So good,” she shot back, scratching a trail down his abs.

  “Fuck.” His hips shot up of their own accord, making them both groan. “Love you.” He did. So damn much.

  She slowed, her gaze soft. “I love you, Evan. My mate.”

  “Hang on, baby.” He gripped her hips and held her in place, pumping into her for what felt like forever and yet not long enough, until her cries turned feral and she came again with a shriek, milking his cock and making him come so hard he might have a heart attack.

  Pulse pounding, he gathered her close, a hot and sweaty blanket of female. “Mina.”

  He stroked her back, her ass, her silken hair.

  “Evan.” She kissed along his jaw and nibbled on his earlobe. “Have a surprise for you.”

  Interesting. “That’s my line, baby.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah.” He slapped his hand out to the side, feeling for his laptop. His fingers collided with the cool metal.

  He sat up with her in his lap and tried not to laugh at the cute frown lines forming on her forehead.

  “You’re working now, Wolf Man?”

  “No. Patience, baby.”

  “Have you met me?”

  He fired up his computer and opened the gallery of pictures he’d assembled of their new home in Los Lobos. The home she had no clue Ross had built for them. He hadn’t either until a few weeks ago, when Ross had asked for his assistance with the finishing details. “What do you think?” Please like it, baby.

  She whistled. “It’s gorgeous.”

  Thank fuck. “It’s yours. I mean, ours. If you’re interested. A gift from Ross.”

  Her face lit up, and she clapped her hands. “Are you kidding? I’m freaking ecstatic! It looks like my dream house.”

  He nodded. “Of course it does. Lexi helped with it. I did, too.”

  “Well played, Luparell family, well played.” She kissed him and nuzzled his nose. “Seriously, thank you.”

  If she thinks the house surprise is great…. “There’s more.”

  She wriggled on his lap, brows arched. “Are you kidding me? I’m going to burst a happy vein if you tell me much more.”

  He pulled up the blueprints of the office space. “How about your very own office building? Three floors. One for your design studio, one for my corporate offices, and the lower level for your boutique.”

  Silence, save the crackling of the fire and Cinder’s petulant meowing from the office. Mina stared at him for what seemed a gut-wrenching eternity. Her lower lip quivered. Tears pooled and seeped down her cheeks.

  His heart sank to his stomach. Too much. Fuck, he’d overstepped. “It isn’t built yet. We can cancel it, no problem.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, baby. I didn’t mean to push you.” He cupped her face and wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

  “No, it’s not that. Not at all. I love it. Love you. This is amazing. But….” A decidedly mischievous look flitted across her face. “The building will need one more thing.”

  “Name it.” He’d give her anything, no matter the cost.

  “Da
ycare.”

  He blinked and followed the movement of her hand down to her belly. “You’re….” He swallowed. She couldn’t mean…. “You’re….”

  “Pregnant.”

  His world tilted sideways then righted itself. “Holy shit.” He palmed her stomach, his hand over hers. My child is in there. A grin overtook his face. “I’m going to be a dad.”

  “Yes, you are.” She patted his cheek with her free hand. “So, I guess I better put a ring on you. Make an honest man of you and all that.”

  “Yes, you should.” He cuddled her close. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d find something more important to him than his work, and now he had two somethings bringing balance and love to his life. My mate. Our child. A family.

  He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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  Under a Mating Moon by Celia Breslin

  Chapter One

  Bloody hell. A pub? Jake suppressed a disgruntled growl from his seat in the truck and scowled at the too-cheery sign identifying the establishment as The Den. Indeed, the name sounded quite pub-like. What happened to lunch? His uncle had said they would stop in Los Lobos for a bite, not a pint. Guess this was the price he paid for agreeing to run errands with the man. He opened the door of the old truck and it groaned, reflecting Jake’s dark mood.

  He’d come to Los Lobos a few days ago for a break from the club and bar scene, from smoky rooms packed with people either drunk or on drugs, bodies gyrating to booming music. Music often provided by him, DJ Lone Wolf. His moniker should keep the groupies at bay, but so far during this US club tour, he’d received abundant, unwanted offers of empty sex with girls too drunk or high to know any better—like the tiny blonde bird at the last gig in Chicago. With her blown-out pupils and her reddened nose caked with dried blood from one too many snorts of coke, she’d reminded him of Liz.

  Liz had died from her drug use. At least he saved this one. Well, he’d handed her off to security after a stern, don’t-put-poison-in-your-body lecture. Hopefully she’d listened. Unlike his dead girlfriend.