Bad Moon Rising (Blackthorn Wolves) (2 page)

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F
rom across the street, Tommy watched as the two men
left Anisa’s shop.  One was in a uniform, a deputy, and the other wore plain
clothes, but he could tell they were both lawmen.  They both wore the air of
authority, especially the man in jeans.

And he was a werewolf.

Tommy could tell by the way he moved, and the way he
looked at his surroundings.  But the kicker was his smell.  He could scent
another predator over a mile away.  Tommy had chosen his spot across the street
purposefully.  It was downwind.  The other werewolf couldn’t smell him.

Obviously, Anisa had gotten herself into trouble,
again.  He didn’t think for one minute that the two men had been inside
shopping for healing crystals or scented bath salts.  Tommy had been down this
road with her before.  She was one witch that liked to stir up more than just
potions.

He watched the men as they walked down the sidewalk
to the deputy’s vehicle parked a few stores up the street.  If this had been
the woods, Tommy suspected the one man would’ve pulled out his dick and pissed
around the shops.  He had the look of a werewolf wanting to mark his
territory.  He strode with his legs apart a little bit wider, his chest puffed
out, and his head up so he could scent the air better.  It was a stance of an
alpha getting ready to move into new territory.

Tommy wondered if Anisa knew the man was about to
try and claim her for a mate.

Maybe that’s what she had planned.

She was always one for drama.  The messier the
better.  And having two werewolves fighting over her was the purest definition
of messy.

But Tommy had no intention of playing into her scheme. 
He had his own agenda.

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A
s she opened the doors to her deck, she inhaled the
night air. The sweet smell of jasmine, lavender and freesia wafted to her nose
from the garden in the backyard. She took in another deep breath, trying to
calm her nerves.

Ever since Sheriff John Branwell had entered her
shop and befuddled her senses, she had been on edge, unnerved. She’d only ever
met one other person with those energies. It floated off him like heat waves,
causing severe short-circuiting in her own high-energy wiring. The sheriff had
no idea what he was doing to her.

After she had left the shop, she had to sit still in
her chair for another half-hour before she could trust her legs to support her
weight. He had caught her off-guard. Coming face-to-face with him, without her
shields in place, nearly drained all her powers.

She turned from the open door and drew her attention
back to the tincture brewing on the stove. Putting her nose over the pot, she
breathed in the scent of jasmine, patchouli and nutmeg. She closed her eyes and
felt an immediate tightening deep in her belly. She picked up the pot and set
it on the warmer to cool, smiling to herself.

“Trespassing is against the law in this state,
Tommy.” she turned around slowly.

He stood in her open door, looking rumpled and
brooding, and extremely sexy.

“Would you like some herbal tea? You look like you
need some.” She grabbed the teapot and filled it up with water. She set it on
the stove and turned on the heat.

When she turned backed, she noticed he had not moved
from his spot.  It was as if he was rooted there and afraid to pull out his
footing. She leaned back on the counter and regarded him.

It had been years since she’d seen him. But he
looked the same to her.  Sexy as sin and downright edible.

“Why have you bewitched me?” His voice was low and
rough, laced with his British accent.

“The tea will be ready in a moment. Why don’t you
come in and sit down?”

He moved like lightening. She barely had time to
lift her hand before he was standing in front of her, his hands gripping her
upper arms, fingers digging into her flesh.

“Why have you summoned me?” he demanded, his voice
shaking with anger.

She raised her head defiantly and stared him in the
cold blue depths of his eyes. “I need you.”

Tommy bent down toward her mouth. She could feel his
hot breath on her face as he neared her lips. Wanting desperately to taste him,
she parted them with a sigh.

He swore and pushed away.  “I can’t eat. I can’t
sleep. I can smell your scent on my clothes, on my skin. I showered and
scrubbed till I was red and raw, but your smell still lingered.” he turned on
her, fists clenched.

She turned around, facing the counter, and poured
the tea. She took two cups and turning to place them on the table, she handed
one to Tommy.

“Take your tea. We’ll talk.”

He swiped at her hand, knocking the teacup from it.
It shattered into pieces on the tiled floor.

“I don’t want your fucking tea!”

The rage pouring out of him surged over her like
molten lava. She gasped and felt her knees go weak. She held the table to
steady her stance. Her breath came in short gasps and she had trouble
swallowing. The ache in her belly slipped lower, centering and intensifying in
her sex. Her panties moistened and her thighs quivered.

“Tommy, you need to calm down.”

“I can’t, when all I want to do is rip away your
dress, push you onto the table and sink my dick into your cunt.” His energy
crackled around her body. She could feel it biting into her skin, clawing at
her flesh, trying desperately to gain entrance. She moaned and looked away from
his electrifying gaze which now glowed from the darkness inside him. Droplets
of lust dribbled down her thighs. She could smell her own scent, musky and
intoxicating.

Tommy moved closer to her and sniffed the air. “I
can smell you. Your cunt is hot and wet, dripping for me.”

She put out a hand to ward him off. “It’s too soon.
I can’t protect myself.  You’re moving too fast.  This isn’t why I called you.”

He stepped into her hand, pushing against it. He
grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back.  “I don’t care, this is
what you’re going to get.”

A twinge of pain surged up her arm and she reveled
in it.  He moved in close to her, a breath away from her face.

“You smell like a whore. A whore ready to be sucked
and fucked. Is that what you want from me, witch? You want me to fuck you?”

Anisa could no longer think. All she could see was
Tommy, his wolf eyes dark and dangerous, his mouth twisted into a cruel smile,
canines, now distended, protruding from between those lips. Those lips she
wanted so bad on her skin.

They were the lips she dreamt about.  His face she
pictured when she called him forth.  He was the werewolf lover she needed and
had been missing for years.

“Yes,” she murmured, out of breath, gasping from the
power surging from him.

“What? I couldn’t hear you.” he spoke into her
mouth; his lips hovering a whisper away.

“Yes,” she said more clearly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

“Say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Again,” he growled like the animal he was inside.

“I want you to fuck me!” she screamed.

Tommy brought his other hand up to the neckline of
her dress and yanked downward, ripping the material. Buttons popped off. The
dress separated, exposing her lace-clad breasts. She growled low in her throat
as he moved his hand over them. Grabbing the lace cup, he pulled, freeing one
pert breast. She groaned while he pinched and pulled on her pebbled nipple.

She sensed his loss of control. It was almost
audible. He bent down and feasted on her flesh, sucking hard on her nipple. He
yanked the other cup down and moved his mouth over to suckle her nipple. He
rolled it between his teeth, then bit down.

She gasped and writhed in his arms.  She knew he
wanted to hear her scream, to beg her to end her torment. To end the exquisite
suffering she endured under his administrations. But she refused.  It wasn’t
time yet.

He yanked her dress completely, ripping it to the
hem. Anisa was now quivering before him in only her black lace panties. Her
sun-kissed skin glowed in contrast. He pushed her onto the table, obviously
unable to rein in his raging lust.

She knew he had thought of nothing but her since she
summoned him.  She had made sure of that.  Infusing her spell with her bodily
fluids invoked a stronger invocation.

The only way to rid her from his psyche was to give
in. To slake his lust and ravage her. Maybe then she would give back his mind,
his sanity.  But only after he did her bidding.

But as he looked down at her spread out on the
table, his eyes dark with desire and her skin glowing, the flimsy triangle of
fabric covering her sex, she sensed he was not so sure he would ever escape.
Nor if he wanted to.

Tommy rubbed his hands over her taut belly to the
swatch of lace between her legs. Without a word, he slipped fingers underneath
and yanked, snapping the thin elastic band. He brought the black lace up to his
nose and breathed in her scent.

“You smell like cinnamon.”

With a growl, he tossed the G-string over his
shoulder and leered down at her exposed sex. A thin, red angry mark bisected
her hipbone where he had snapped off her panties. He traced his finger along
the line.

She hissed through her teeth as he pressed on it. He
watched her face as he traced a line down to her naked sex. She was completely
shaved except for a small tuft of golden hair on her mound. He twirled her
finger in the hair, and then trailed it down, splitting her in half.

Moaning, she closed her eyes as he stroked her
slowly with his fingers. Anisa imagined she was like liquefied satin under his
touch. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean.  His
tongue looked like heaven.

“Damn, you taste amazing.”

Tommy grabbed her legs and bent them, pushing them
up and apart so she was completely open and displayed. He gazed down at her
glistening sex and she saw his sanity break.

Bending down, he buried his face in her, licking her
slit from anus to clit, then back down again. He did it repeatedly until she
whimpered with desperate clawing need.

While he lapped at her sex, Anisa massaged her
breasts, pulling her nipples taut.  She gasped as he swirled his tongue over
her swollen nub.

Her muscles pulled tight in her legs and belly. A
powerful orgasm was building deep in her cunt. The werewolf was doing
incredible things to her with just his tongue. He probed deep into her, sucking
on her juices. If he sucked on her clit like that, allowing his canines to
flick it back and forth, she knew she’d explode into a thousand glorious
pieces.

Anisa grabbed onto his head and urged him toward her
aching nub. She needed release. She’d go mad without it. Her breathing labored
and her mind teetered dangerously on the edge. She needed to plunge into the
velvet depths below.

Tommy pushed her hand away and sat up, looking smug
and pleased. “Beg me.” he grinned, his lips slick and shiny with her lust. “Beg
me to make you come.”

She groaned as his words inflamed her more. His
control over her was delicious torture.

“Please, make me come, Tommy,” she panted.

“How? What should I do to you, dirty witch?”

Tommy continued to hold her legs up and apart.

“Fuck me.”

“Not good enough. Tell me more.” he brought a hand
down to her aching sex and flicked his finger over her clit.

She bowed her back and moaned loudly.

“Like this?”

“Ah, yes. More,” she whimpered.

“More what?”

“Touch my clit.”

“And?” he flicked it again.

“Rub it. Pinch it. Pull it,” she gasped.

He pressed his thumb against the swollen purple nub
and rubbed it around in circles. “Like this.”

“Yes, harder.”

He pressed down hard and rubbed faster. “Like this.”

Anisa could barely talk as jolts of pleasure surged
through her cunt, over the swollen folds, and up over her body. “Y-y-yes.”

He pinched her clit between finger and thumb and
pulled sharply on it. The orgasm pounded into her belly and radiated up and out
to her extremities. Her muscles contracted and quivered as waves of pleasure
crashed over her, threatening to drown her under their sublime liquid grip.

She kicked out, forcing Tommy to back up. But he
still held firm on her clit, rubbing and jiggling it, urging more from her.
More than she’d ever given to anyone.  More than she’d given to him the last
time they’d been together.

“Ah, no more,” she panted. “No more.”

He relinquished his hold on her, and gazed down, his
eyes lit up and slitted with desire.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”

Finally, the ripples of orgasm quieted and she was
able to take in a deep breath.  She had no words for the sensations surging
through her.  No words for what he did to her.

“That was foreplay.  Now for the main course.”

She could do no more than obey. His words, his
energies, commanded her. Her surrender was complete. He could do what he wanted
with her. Her aura had opened up and accepted his. It swirled around them,
intermingled, converged into a powerful sensual energy that would not be
denied. For an eternity they were bound.

“Spread yourself wide.”

She hooked her hands around her knees and pulled her
legs back and apart. Her knees touched her breasts. Lust dribbled down the
crack of her ass. She’d never felt so wanton, so violently lusty. It was if her
cunt had taken on its own personality, demanding satisfaction at all costs to
its owner sanity.

Tommy took a step back, unzipped his jeans and
pulled out his cock.  Holding the long hard length, he positioned himself
between her spread thighs and slid in, balls deep.

She stretched inch by glorious inch to accommodate
his girth.  She was afraid to move as another orgasm quickened deep within her
belly. She feared she wouldn’t be able to control the descent down if she let
go. No one had ever made her feel this vulnerable, this open.

He moved slowly at first; lazily sliding his cock
out then in, out then in.  Then his pace quickened, and he was gripping her
legs tight, digging his fingers in, pumping vigorously.  Sweat dripped down his
face and landed on her belly.

She closed her eyes against the assault of intense
pleasure sweeping over her. Her whole body vibrated ablaze with delight as she
crested the waves of release.

“Open your eyes,” Tommy growled.

She did, but only because she could hear the
restrained violence in his voice.

“I want you to watch as I fuck you hard.”

He moved faster, driving his cock in and out with
quick hard thrusts. She gasped as her muscles tightened around him, squeezing,
milking him. She could feel her orgasm quicken and harden. Her breath hitched
in her throat. It was too much. She couldn’t get air.

He pulled her to him, as he rammed into her cunt.
Again and again and again.  Flesh slapped against flesh.  The sound filled her
kitchen.  Her breasts bounced as he pummeled her hard.  The smell of their
mingled sweat and her cum permeated the air.  She took in all in, reveling in
their debauchery.

Anisa covered his hands on her thighs with her own
and let herself go. She stopped fighting the jolts of pleasure and let them
ripple over her unhindered. Her orgasm slammed into her hard, taking her over
the edge into a free fall.

White spots flared behind her eyes.  Ringing sounded
in her ears. She thought of nothing but the waves of intense pleasure that
rolled over her, drowning her in its intensity.  His power possessed her
completely.  She was his.  And he knew it.