Midnight Moon: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Roadside Angels Motorcycle Club Book 2) (7 page)

He had started kissing her before he finished teasing, his lips trailing down from her temples to the tops of her ears, then sliding down to her earlobes, which he nipped and then soothed with erotic licks that pulled a moan from her.  She turned her head toward his lips and leaned up, inviting him to end his sensual torment and take her mouth.  He touched her lightly there, pressing chaste kisses on each lip before sucking them into his mouth, one at a time, laving them with his tongue and arousing the two of them to fever pitch.

“Lex, please,” she whispered, begging him to kiss her properly.

“What?” he answered, still suckling her bottom lip. 

“Stop teasing me!” 

She opened her mouth and sucked on his tongue when he came back to tease her again, and he groaned.  Her brave demanding act was a total turn-on to him, whipping the lust inside him higher and higher.  She had no way of knowing how her words and actions challenged the Alpha in him, how they made the beast inside him howl.  He would have an even harder time not shifting when he finally got her into his bed this time.  And he welcomed the challenge if it meant he could have her again and again before morning.

“Who says I’m teasing you?” he whispered, pulling away from the very lips she held open for his kiss.  “I’m in deadly earnest here, and serious as a judge on sentencing day.  Prepare to be weighed and rewarded.”

He loved that he could play with her, that he could show her the softer, smarter, warmer side of his nature.  He needed to be rough and hard with the world, but with her, he could be the man he wanted her to love and trust and keep.  The thought burst in on his consciousness and broke his concentration, so that he was kissing her ravenously before he could call his tongue back from tasting hers, before he could pull his lips back from enveloping hers.  And when she moaned again and kissed him back, he lost his mind completely.

“Come back to bed with me,” he begged, his voice rasping against her ear.  “Come and make love with me,
ma petite
.”

He held her still, his arms around her, waiting.  She flowed into him.  He could feel her acquiescence before she nodded and reached for his mouth again.  He gave her the kiss she craved, as he slid off the stool, lifting her into his arms and taking her back to his bedroom.  He set her down gently, keeping one arm around her while he stripped the covers off his bed with the other.  Then he pulled her close again and tumbled with her onto the bed, pulling her over his body so he could kiss her as he stripped her. 

He pushed his hands up her legs under the sleep tee, curving them over her wide hips and round buttocks, squeezing her and pulling her down to rub against his still-swelling cock.  They moaned together at the sweetness of the arousal coursing through them.  He could feel her shivering with every touch of his hands, and when he curved it so his fingers grazed her pussy, she pressed down into his hand, as hungry for his touch as he was to touch her. 

“You’re so hot for me, it’s burning me up.” 

He pushed the t-shirt the rest of the way up, and pulled it off her, and then hissed when he pushed his middle finger up into her and felt the drenching heat of her body preparing to take him in.  He felt seared and marked by the wet heat of her contracting walls as she squeezed him tight, sucking his finger in.  He pushed his index finger in to join in the fun, fucking her slowly, drawing the tips of his fingers against the rough surface of her g-spot, dragging long groans of pleasure from her as he fucked her there, driving himself wild with desire.  Tamara’s response to his forays into her core invited him to send a third finger up to spread her, to widen her channel and ready it for his invasion.  But he was also loving the feel of her silken flesh on his straining fingers, and the way she rode them to her first orgasm of the night.  He felt her stiffen and then her hips went wild as she thrashed and fucked his fingers, crying out his name as she came.  He slid his fingers out of her, and sucked her juices off them, watching her breasts heave as she fought for control of her breathing. 

“That was so hot,
chérie
!  I love how you came for me.”  He leaned up and kissed her slack mouth, drawing her heated breaths into his mouth, smoothing a hand over her belly, cooling her down before the next wave.  She managed to wrap her arms around him, and he could feel her holding on tightly, as though she were afraid he would disappear if she didn’t.  He rolled with her, and then pressed his hips into her warmth, letting her feel the weight of him where his cock pressed into her mound.  She shuddered when he rolled his hips over her pussy again, and suddenly he was impatient.  He raised himself off her enough to push the sweat pants down and then kicked them off his legs as he descended, and let his bare cock slide up between the lips of her sex as he lay on top of her again. 

“Oh God, Lex, that feels so good.  Don’t stop!” she hissed, sucking air between her teeth when he did it again.  She shivered under him, and he kept humping her without taking her, kissing her deeply, winding them both back up until they were grinding against each other wildly.  He pushed her arms above her head and held them there, as he finally pierced her with his aching flesh, seating himself to the hilt inside her, and settling there for a long and panting moment, gathering his control.  Then, because he couldn’t hold the beast inside him any longer, he began to thrust into her, and barely stopped himself from howling when she raised her hips and pulled him in, meeting him stroke for stroke, slapping her hips hard against his as he ravaged her. 

There was the furious drive of a ravenous heart in every pump of his hips, the aching need to own her, to be owned by her, to be known for who and what he was, in every push of his sex into her willing body.  In the end, he could not find the will to be gentle, to seduce her with tenderness, because he was blind with desire and manic with lust.  He wanted to consume her from the inside out, to brand her, to take everything she would give him, and give himself totally over to her.  The emotions swamping him were raw and unfamiliar, as frightening as they were wonderful.  Feeling as though he were missing out on some significant sensation, he rolled again, and sat up with her in his lap, unwilling to pull out of her, and when she was settled to his liking, he growled, “Ride me,
chérie
.”

And before she could begin to obey, he was kissing her as though his very life depended on the air in her lungs and the sweetness on her tongue.  He pushed up inside her, ramming her as he kissed her.  They fucked each other wildly, and Lex felt himself on the verge of shifting, the knot in his cock ready to lock her to him when he left his mark on her.  He could feel the knot swelling, could feel the change coming, so strongly that he was forced to bunch his muscles and called on all his werewolf and vampire powers to halt the change.  His mate’s openness to him, her trust in and desire for him alone were more powerful than any words she could say.  He could read her, and he knew she was already half in love with him, that she wanted there to be more between them than just sex, and that she wanted it with him.  His beast roared, urging him to claim her, pushing at his controls. 

Lex slowed the pace deliberately, giving his body time to calm down enough to give her the orgasms she craved without shifting as he came.  But when she bit him in frustration, her need making her bold, the beast rose up again and he dragged his mouth away from hers, feeling his fangs punch into his mouth, elongating and filling it.  He pushed her hard over the edge, willing the change away as she screamed his name.  He could feel the exquisite pleasure she was feeling as she squirted over his straining cock, her juices flooding his thighs.  He sucked in a deep breath and held it as he followed her over the edge, relinquishing the full-blown pleasure of his orgasm for the safety of his mate.  He couldn’t go all shifter on her until she knew what he was.

Slowly, he lay back with her, their breathing labored, his mate utterly exhausted from the demands they had both placed on her body.  She curled into him, and he hugged her to his slowly calming heart.  For now, she was safe, and she was his.  He knew he would need to claim her soon, before he lost control and shifted before he told her.  He was falling for her as fast as she was for him, and things would only get more complicated if he didn’t act quickly.  But for now, all was peaceful.  He held her until she was deeply asleep again before allowing himself to drift off.

Chapter 4

“Do not wait for the tide to take you, my boy. Instead, you take on the tide.”
  ~ Ahmad Ardalan

Lex woke to the sound of birds chirping.  Even through the closed window his heightened sense of hearing could tell the birds apart, and he lay back listening to them, soaking up the unusually peaceful feeling that surrounded him.  Tamara was still asleep; she was lying on her belly, her head resting on his chest, one arm thrown over his belly, the other at her side.  He smoothed a hand over her hair lightly, loving the springy curls under his palm.  He could smell her scent even more strongly now that he’d had her a second time.  Just thinking about how they had consumed each other the night before had him swelling and groaning in need.  Her breasts were mashed against him, and he loved how soft they felt against all his hardness.   His beast wanted to play, and Lex was happy to oblige.

Bear was up.  Lex could hear him moving about in his suite on the other side of the house.  He would need to wake Tamara soon, but for now, he wanted to savor the feel of her on his belly, the warmth of her breath on his chest as she slept with her mouth slightly open.  He studied her full lips, and slid a hungry finger over them wanting her more with each passing moment.  He knew she needed all the extra sleep she could get, but his hands seemed to have found a mind of their own, fueled, no doubt, by his rampant beast.  He stroked her cheek, and slid his hand down to fondle the side of a breast.  She stirred, and he slid his finger under till he found the nipple and squeezed lightly.  He wanted her, and he would have her at least once before breakfast.

Reaching down, he pulled her body up until her face was just where he needed it to be to kiss her softly.  She opened her eyes as he bent his head to her mouth, and the recognition, the connection was instant.

“Morn…” he cut off her greeting with a kiss, and when she opened her mouth more to let him in, he pulled her up to his mouth, and she helped him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into her.  When he pulled away, she was panting.

“Wow!  Nice way to wake up,” she remarked, trying to hide the blush that stained her cheeks. 

“Are you awake, though?”  He queried, tilting his head to the side so he could kiss her neck.  “Because I thought for sure I heard you snore just now before I had a chance to do this.  This might stir you,” he said, and slid his hand down her back to her bottom, which he squeezed before sliding his thumb into the crease between her cheeks.   

When she giggled, he looked down at her sternly, and said, “This is no laughing matter.  Waking you up is serious business.  And now I’ll have to punish you for taking it so lightly.“  He bent to her lips again, nipping her playfully as he sent his middle finger foraging beyond the crease to her little pucker.  She hissed, and knowing that she had never been breached there either had him fighting to hold his fangs in check.  He circled the tight little hole, letting her get used to the idea of being played with there, kissing her hungrily as he did so.  He didn’t penetrate her...that could wait; it had to.  There was no way he could play like that and not reveal his true nature.  And it wasn’t time.

“Shower with me, baby?” he asked, when he released her mouth.  “There’s a lot to do today, but I want to spend some more time with you first.”  He rolled his hips up to hers, showing her what kind of time he meant, and her answering groan was music to his ears.  She thrust back against him, and they dry humped each other for a while, as he gave in once again to his overwhelming desire for her.  Eventually, though, he dragged his mouth away from her and pulled her with him to the bathroom.  He noticed her standing shyly as he set the water temperature, and knew she wasn’t quite ready for total intimacy in sharing spaces with him, so he stepped into the wide stall and turned away so she could relieve herself.  When enough time had passed, he turned again to find her searching his medicine cabinet.  He put his head out.

“What do you need, love?”  The endearment escaped uncensored, and he saw the way her eyes flew to his, but it was too late to take it back.  At the very least, he could hope she took it as just another generic term of affection, like ‘baby’.  At most, he prayed she would know it was a sign of his growing feelings for her.  He needed her to know he cared deeply about her before he broke the news of his difference.  For now, he pretended he hadn’t said anything untoward and waited for her to answer.

“I have a slight headache.  You don’t seem to have any pain pills.”

“Come shower with me.  I promise your headache will disappear by the time we’re done.”  Another thing he would need to tell her.  He sighed inwardly, adding to the checklist of his future disclosures, and made room for her in the shower stall.  He washed her hair, massaging her scalp to drain away the tension that was causing the headache, and when she was completely relaxed, he kissed her slowly, to keep her in the zone of arousal, before beginning to wash her body.  The washcloth he used slid over her soft skin, and when he got to her secret place, he substituted his hand, so he could tease her as he washed her.  When he stole a finger inside her, she arched her back and rose on her tiptoes.  He fucked her gently there for a while as he thumbed her clit, one slow, loving glide after another, and caressed her bottom with his other hand. He could feel the blood pumping in her veins, rushing madly through them, and he fought to control his need to take her like the beast he was.  Instead, he let her ride his finger, and when she came, he kissed her to soothe her.  His needs could wait.  He had to prepare her for him, ready her for his truth, and eventually, he hoped, his full possession. 

He finished bathing her, refusing to let her reciprocate, only allowing her to kiss him and show her appreciation in that way.  After their shower, she left him to dress, and he waited till she was ready to escort her to his kitchen.  She was wearing the outfit they had bought together the day before, and she looked as good in them as in anything he had seen her in so far.  He smiled at her as she emerged from her bedroom, and offered her his arm in an old-fashioned gesture of chivalry.  He knew Bear would smell the scent of their passion on her skin, and he prayed his good fortune would not spark any ill effects in his friend. 

“Wow!  Who’s cooking?”

Lex chuckled.  “Bear’s in the kitchen.  In another life, he was a chef,” he answered, helping her onto a stool at the counter. 

Her eyes opened wide at the sight of all the food and Lex chuckled again when she said, “Are there other guests here, aside from me?” she asked Bear, who had turned to greet them with a grin.

“Why do you ask?” he wondered aloud, although Lex knew that he knew the answer.  He glanced at Lex, who shook his head.  He was going to leave that explanation entirely up to his friend.

“Lex has a big appetite,” he continued when she gestured to the food, his expression deadpan, and Lex laughed out loud at the look of disbelief on Tamara’s face.  Her retort amused him as well.

“And you don’t?  A guy your size?”

Bear joined him in the laughter, while Tamara continued to gape at the toast, eggs, and ham laid out for them.

“Help yourself,” Bear invited her, and Lex watched as she took a little of everything, and accepted the cup of coffee he set down before her.  Helping himself to a heaping plate, he sat next to her and enjoyed the serenity of sharing a morning meal with her.  He wondered what it would be like to wake up with her every morning for the rest of their lives.  That would only happen if she knew who he really was, and accepted him and the ways in which her life would change.  And he wouldn’t expose her to such change unless he was sure he could keep her safe.  Which meant dealing decisively with Lancaster.  His thoughts must have shown themselves on his face, because her question brought him back to the moment.

“Those must be some heavy thoughts, Lex.”  Her voice was uncertain, and he realized that she must be thinking he was regretting their time together, and confused about why.  Knowing he couldn’t explain, he reached over and took her hand.

“Look at me,” he urged her, not caring that Bear was unabashedly watching the exchange.  When she complied, he said, “I have loved every second I’ve spent with you.”  He raised her hand to his lips, turned the palm up, and kissed her in the center of it.  “And I’d like to share more with you.  So much more.”  He kissed her palm again, and ended, “Trust me.  Okay?”

She squeezed his fingers as she nodded, and he relaxed.  His cell phone vibrated in his pocket, and he withdrew it. 

“Morning, Dave,” he said, watching both Bear and Tamara come to attention.  He listened quietly, not speaking, and when he cut the call, his voice was grave as he told them,

“Another dead body -- Ginnie’s uncle this time.  Close to the enclosure.  I have to go.”

As he expected, Tamara was already sliding off the stool.  Bear objected, and Lex had to smile.  He knew Bear wouldn’t win, but he approved of the gesture.

“You haven’t finished eating,” Bear said, pointing to her plate.  “And why do you need to go?”

He sounded as outraged as Lex felt, but Tamara ignored him, saying over her shoulder as she hurried back to her room,

“Make me a sandwich, then.  I’ll eat on the way.”  When she stopped, Lex watched her turn to give them both an assessing look.  “And don’t you dare try to leave without me!”

As that had been his intention, Bear shrugged and turned away, muttering something about bossy females under his breath.  Lex sighed and ran a hand through his hair, wondering what he would see when he got to the enclosure this time.  Stepping out to the verandah, he inhaled deeply, letting the already heating air warm him.  He could sense a disturbance in the air; things must be worse than he thought if the vibes were strong enough to reach him way out here.  His gut clenched at the thought of Tamara being anywhere near this new trouble, but the thought of her alone, unprotected, had his beast howling.  He really had no choice.  She’d be safer with him; he had to take her, and he knew it.  But he didn’t have to like it.

They all piled into his truck, Tamara giving up her seat so Bear could ride shotgun.  He needed the extra legroom. 

“You all right back there?” Bear asked, turning to look at her where she sat. 

“I’m fine, Bear.  No worries.” 

She smiled at him, and Lex watched her through the rear view mirror, delighting in the way her smile kicked her full lips up into a pretty bow.  Despite the troubles they were facing, despite the danger surrounding them, he loved how she always seemed able to summon a smile, how she kept a positive outlook even when things looked grim.  She was tough and smart, and he wanted her with him as more than just a sexual partner, although he had to admit that she made the sparks fly in bed as well.  She looked up to meet his eyes, as though she knew he was watching her, and he saw when she relaxed her guard and showed him the way she was beginning to feel about him.  He dragged his eyes away, knowing he needed to be focused for the task ahead.  If he let himself get lost in his ever-present need for her, he wouldn’t be sharp enough and that would be dangerous for all of them.

When they got to the scene, Lex turned to Tamara, once Bear was out of the truck.

“I know you want to know what’s going on, Tamara, but I’m asking you to let me have a look first, please?”

She frowned at him, ready to argue, and he sighed inwardly.  He knew she was right to defy him, because it was her job, and he had no control over her.  And as long as he kept the whole truth about himself from her, they would continue to butt heads.

“As long as you understand I’m not going to let you tell me how to do my job, Lex.”

He inhaled deeply, willing to give in to the inevitable.  “Let me just see what’s going on, and make sure Dave doesn’t mind you being here, okay?”  When she nodded, he got out and walked over to where the chief and his deputy, Bear, and emergency workers were gathered. 

The scene was gruesome.  There was blood everywhere, and it was clear that Buck had been savaged by an animal.  Dave gave him what little information he had, and Lex asked if Tamara could come over, as she had been doing some digging, and might be able to give him a lead.  When the chief nodded, he turned back to the truck and wasn’t surprised when Tamara immediately jumped down, as though she had been waiting on the signal.  He watched her walk over, and when she got to the scene, he saw the shudder that ran through her, and heard the increased bump of her heart against her ribs.  He could also feel her distress, and he wished he could make it better, but she had insisted on being involved and he wanted her to see the fullness of the horror that she was investigating.