Fox, Morgan - Tempted by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Besides, she’d just called him a big dumb wolf, and all he cared about was learning what position her and Jonah had done during sex. How was she supposed to digest that?

“Did you hear anything I said, Sebastian? Do you care that I’ve been lost without you? That I’ve felt like I’ve been dying a little each day without you?”

He looked away unable to meet her watery gaze. He couldn’t answer her, or wouldn’t. Damn werewolves, stubborn until the end.

Closing her eyes, she sucked in a sharp breath and released it slowly, controlling the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

He growled again, showing her his lengthening canines. “Do not deny me, mate.”

She froze at his use of the word mate. He was going to fuck her, take her hard—she knew this, had feared it, but also the thought of being possessed by the beast was exhilarating. Her pussy clenched tight, her belly quivered.

She pressed her hands against the slab of firm muscle. The heat of his skin rippled into her, and she sighed at the comfort she found there.

He appeared larger than she remembered—the wolf, she told herself.

Holding his intimidating gaze, she swallowed. “My ass. He fucked my ass.”

Sebastian licked his lips, his eyes thick with wild intentions. “Good,” he groaned. “I’d rather fuck that sweet cunt anyway.” Thrusting his hips forward, he told her, “I need to be inside you. I need to—” He drew in a sharp breath, and his eyes flickered with awareness. He could smell her arousal. He pushed against her stiff locked arms, testing her emotional threshold—it was breaking. “You want me to fuck your pussy hard, don’t you, mate? You want my cock shoved deep inside your writhing body.”

Damn it, she did. Being away from him for another second would‘ve ripped her beating heart from her chest. He was an asshole for leaving her suffering as he had done. Her emotions impossible to deal with, her heart half empty without him. She’d beat his ass later, but right now all she wanted was him inside her, joined together as one.

“Sebastian,” she called to him, his name like a prayer on her lips.

He cupped her face as if sensing her hesitation and fear. Tenderness filled his wild eyes. “I love you, Brie. I’ll always love you, no matter what. I can’t take another moment apart from you. Let me have you,” he begged through gritted teeth. “Let me have what I need.”

Her arms collapsed, and she absorbed the full weight of his body. Instantly, his mouth was all over her, tasting her neck, mouth, and breasts. He was insatiable, and she loved it and had prayed it would be this way between them again, drunk on each other’s desires and needs.

Suckling her breasts, he bit at the tips, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh around each erect nipple. The sting of his bite sent shivers up and down her spine. Her pussy clenched tight.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her fingers diving into his dark, wavy hair.

Like Jonah, he was at least six and a half feet tall, but his body was slightly larger, filled with sculpted muscles. Sebastian’s firm body molded against hers, fierce strength against soft flesh. Broad shoulders and firm chest consumed her vision. Massive in size, he covered her body completely.

Brie’s fingers traced around his dark nipples and over the smooth bronze skin of his chest and back, kneading the taut muscles down to his rock-hard ass. She missed the intimacy she shared with Sebastian, the way he’d resisted being with her only to show her so much pleasure and love. She hated that she needed him so much, but hungered for even the slightest wisp of his breath on her skin—a simple touch that branded her straight to her soul.

Another bite singed her skin, and she gasped. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Arching her hips, she pulled him against her pussy, stroking against his erection. They both groaned the moment his cock slipped over the wet folds of her cunt.

Sebastian’s hands were on her face, cupping her cheeks as he took control over her mouth. His tongue slipped past her lips, probing her mouth, licking every inch. As he sucked her tongue into his mouth, his fingers found the wetness between her thighs. She moaned as he stroked against the swollen nub, his fingers seeking her core.

Her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders as he forced two fingers into pussy. She was already so wet and ready, and his fingers glided smoothly inside.

Kissing him harder, she took over, licking his bottom lip and tasting him as if it were the first time. His flavor was sweet and spicy. The perfect combination. His wild woodsy scent pummeled her senses, filling her body with fever.

“Yes, Sebastian. Oh God, I’ve missed you,” she whimpered.

He shoved his cock against her belly, grinding his hips against her pliant flesh. Gripping her legs, he lifted her, pressing a firm hand to the back of each knee, then pushed her legs wide and as far apart as he could get them. He was going to get right to it. He was going to fuck her fast, and she was dying for it.

“Yes, Sebastian, fuck me. Take me now.”

Who was this woman? She was begging him to brand her, make her feel his body merging with hers—becoming one. The mating heat was making her a nymphomaniac, but she couldn’t complain. The fever flooding her body heightened every physical response. The rush of the mating was like a million fingers dancing along her skin, stroking all of her most intimate parts.

His cock slammed inside her, filling her body. She needed to be fucked so bad it was like an addiction. The intoxicating scent of his masculine body filled her nose. She craved him, needed him, the passion burning hot like an inferno inside her.

He drove himself deep and retreated, almost pulling all the way out only to surge deep once again. He did this over and over again, pounding hard like hammering nails. He was splitting her in two, and she couldn’t get enough.

Arching her hips she took him all the way in. Growling, his face strained, his eyes rolled back in his head. She felt the heat of his body like a warm soothing blanket. She missed him, the euphoric connection she shared with Sebastian—it was like being reborn.

Sensations speared her clit as he stroked it, fingers pulsing against her nub as intensely as he was probing inside her body. With determined hips, he arched deep, filling her body. Breathing hard, she screamed for more, begging him to ride her harder and faster, encouraging him to make her come. He groaned as her warm wetness enveloped him. Capturing her waist, he flipped her over, grabbed her hips, and shoved his cock back into her slick pussy—no hesitation. On her hands and knees, he fucked her hard and fast, drilling deep, over and over again. His hips plunged forward as he pulled against her hips, trying to take her as far as he could.

Leaning over, pressing against her back, he sank his teeth into her shoulder blade, but not piercing the skin. She gasped and writhed in his arms. One arm snuggly wrapped around her waist, the other kneading the swaying breasts.

* * * *

His chest rumbled as her body shivered from his bite, her excitement filled his senses. He felt just how much, as her pussy gripped hold of his cock with a vengeance. Her sweet cunny gushed around his shaft, clamping around him like a fist. She was coming. Her wild and fluttering moans tearing from deep in her throat were driving him mad, flooding his mind with tingling desire.

He held her close as her breathing steadied. Then the beast took over, slamming to the hilt over and over again, diving as deep inside her body as his cock could go. The tight feel of her pulsing pussy had him grinding his teeth.

The fire of his orgasm raced to the surface. A thunderous roar ripped from his chest, his fingers digging into her hips as he rocked forward one last time, filling her sweet cunt with his release.

Dropping to the bed, he pulled her against him and closed his eyes, regaining control over the beast. He prayed he hadn’t hurt her, prayed she would find a way in her heart to forgive him for what he felt was a needed separation, one he since discovered was impossible to manage—and a giant mistake.

He needed her, loved her. Being without her had been like living without air. He hadn’t been able to function most days as the mating heat was a constant reminder of the woman he had left behind, consuming most, if not all, of his thoughts.

Lucky for him, he hadn’t lost his sanity until a day ago, when he went on a drunken bender to ease his burning mind and loins. The mating heat was difficult to manage at the beginning, but not impossible.

In the few weeks he had been apart from Brie and Jonah, he traveled to Scotland. Met with a man who was most helpful, especially once he realized just what Sebastian was. Little persuading was necessary at that point.

He also managed to track down Mason Levi, but still hadn’t been able to find a way to destroy the were-...whatever the fuck he was. That information still eluded him. Finding out exactly what kind of creature Mason was had to be top priority. Maybe once they discovered what pack Mason belonged to, they could use those other were-animals as allies—allies that understood the dangers in allowing an infected creature to run rampant.

He would need both Brie and Jonah’s help to do this, and he was sure neither one of them would object. Even without the mating heat, they had always worked well together as a team. Over the last four years, the three of them had worked side by side, learning each other’s behaviors and pet peeves. No one else on earth would make better partners than them. He wished he figured this out sooner because being without her had nearly cost him everything.

Maybe it had, he thought, rubbing a stiff hand over the stinging bite-mark on his shoulder blade.

Sniffing against her hair, he nuzzled her neck, licking the moist skin. “I missed you, too, Brie. I missed you so damn much.” He choked back the emotions that took over his heart and mind. His lips trailed sweet, tender kisses along her neck. “My heart, my chest, my mind, everything hurt being away from you. The connection between us, the electrical current filling every cell in my body, it was like a knife in my soul telling me to go back for you. And I did, baby. I did. I resisted as long as I could because I had to, not because I wanted to. Please tell me you felt it, too, and that it’s not too late for me to have your heart as well as your body.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her by pressing his index finger across her lips. “I was a fool to think I could do this without you.” He cradled her from her side to her back and closed the distance between their bodies, molding to her, becoming one person. “I only wanted to keep you safe. I’ve never been in love, never had to deal with mating heat, I—” He frowned. “Shit,” he spat.

Brie clasped his face, holding his gaze with hers. She encouraged him to continue. “What, Sebastian. Tell me?”

“I fucked up. Let’s face it Brie, if the mating heat hadn’t been telling you to let me love you, you wouldn’t even be here. You’d be telling me to go fuck myself instead. Right?”

He knew his Brie. Knew the tough, independent woman—loved her more than words could express. His heart stopped beating as he waited for her to respond.

Brie lowered her gaze, her jaw ticking as she clenched her teeth. She eyed him, a burning intensity beamed out at him. “No, Sebastian, I would be here because this is where you are.”

He held her gaze and wondered how the hell he’d gotten so blessed to have Brie Ferguson as a mate and lover. “You mean it? Really mean it?”

“Of course I mean it. When have I ever lied to you?”

He smiled, but he still felt like a cold bastard for hurting her. Even being miles apart, he could feel her pain, knew she suffered just as he had. He’d fucked up, and he’d spend every waking moment making it up to her. At least he hoped he’d have the chance to make it up to her.

* * * *

Brie nodded, pressing her lips together. Holding on to Sebastian felt so right, so good. The emotions conjured by his absence were gone like it never happened. Missing him had been torture, but loving him had been heaven.

He smiled. The warmth of that one gesture tugged at her heart. “We should get going. We have a lot to do.”

She nodded again, sliding out of his arms and off the edge of the bed. They showered, and he took full advantage of the situation, making love to her one more time and returning to the room to dress. Only sharing quick glances with one another, she paused at the door before opening it.