The Wolf Moon (an erotic paranormal romance) (The Wolf Ring) (5 page)

“This time,” he
told her, “I want to touch
you
.”

She smiled up at
him. He caught his breath at the beauty of her face, wondering how he could
ever have thought she looked like an ordinary woman in the grocery store. She
was the furthest thing from ordinary. She was exotic, glorious,
spectacular
.

And she was his,
all his. At least, she would be after tonight.

With that
possessive, primitive impulse gripping him, he reached out for her, touching
the satiny skin of her shoulder. She felt warm and solid—not an ethereal woods
nymph, but a real woman, with hot blood pulsing beneath her skin, and air
rushing in and out of her lungs… and moisture gathering between her thighs. He
could smell her unmistakable arousal, and it made him harder than before.

She was wet.
Wet for him.

He intended to
make her much, much wetter.

She was naked
again, her body
bared
to his touch. He slid his hand
down her arm, and let his other hand touch her waist. She shivered, and her
eyes fluttered shut.

He lowered his
head, letting his lips brush over the delicate skin where her neck met her
shoulder. He was suddenly seized with an odd compulsion, the need to bite her,
to make her his, for now and for always. He fought it back, and let his lips
trail down her throat.

Her skin was so
delicate, and he could feel her pulse beating fiercely, like birds’ wings, as
the blood rushed through her veins. His hands slid around to her back, skimming
up and down her spine. She felt slight and fragile in his arms—which was
ridiculous. He’d made love to quite a few women, and she was no more or less fragile
than any of them. In fact, she was fairly tall, if not quite Amazonian, and
there was no reason for him to fear hurting her.

And yet he was
suddenly aware of the terrible strength of his own body, of the way he could
hurt her…

“It’s all
right.” Her voice was gentle and understanding. “I am of your kind. You cannot
injure me.”

He had no idea
what she meant. Of course she was of his kind; they were both human. But she
was right—he wouldn’t injure her during sex, any more than he’d ever injured a
woman.

His hands
slipped down to her ass, so that he had a double handful of warm, lush flesh.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled, and his mouth went lower too, exploring the top of her
breast. In the moonlight, he could see that her nipples were erect, hard with
hunger and need. He bent still lower, bending his knees a little, and licked at
one of her dusky pink nipples.

She cried out,
clutching at him, digging her fingers into his dark hair, and need rushed
through him.
Mine
, he thought again.
Mine mine mine
…

He’d never felt
so possessive of a woman. He barely knew her, and yet she was his, in some way
he couldn’t explain, but couldn’t deny. She was his. She would always be his.

He ran his
tongue around the crinkled flesh of her nipple, tasting her sweetness, then
drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked boldly. She wailed, her fingers
tightening in his hair till it hurt. He didn’t mind. He suckled until she
writhed against him, sobbing and crying out, and one of his hands moved around
to her thigh.

Her inner
thighs, he found, were damp with her moisture. He caressed her there,
then
raised his fingers to his nose, drawing in the scent of
her. She smelled sweet and primitive and wild, and the fragrance called to
something equally wild inside him. A desperate desire began to roil inside him,
a need for the ultimate physical connection.

He lowered his
hand and began exploring her most intimate flesh, stroking her where she was
wettest,
then
slowly trailing his finger over her
swollen clit. She wailed again, shuddering all over.

“You need this
as much as I do,” he said softly.

“It’s been a
year for me.” Her voice was hoarse with pleasure.
“A year
since I lost my mate—and as much as I loved him, the animal in me needs this.
Needs you.”

He wasn’t sure he
liked hearing about her mate.
Her husband.
He ought to
be making sympathetic noises—
oh, I’m
sorry for your loss, that’s terrible, my condolences
—but all he could think
about was her with another man’s hands on her, and the thought made him more
possessive than before. She was his now, and no one else’s. He would never
countenance another man’s hands on her, never ever again. He’d fight to the
death before he’d let someone else touch her, damn it.

He was too far
gone into lust to even wonder at the strangeness of his thoughts, the animal
fierceness of them. He stroked her clit, slowly at first, then faster, and she
clung to him, shaking and crying out.

She was close.
He could feel it. He could
smell
it.
She was creaming all over his hand, wound up tight, ready to explode. But he
didn’t want her to come this way. He wanted to satisfy her totally.

He moved his
hand away and went to his knees in front of her.

*****

His tongue—hot,
velvety, heavenly—found her clit. Her attempts to satisfy herself last night had
done nothing to soothe her desires. She was swollen for him, aching with the
terrible need for a mate, and three strokes of his tongue were enough to send
her over the edge. She clutched his hair and threw back her head, crying out
his name as a tremendous climax rocked her to her very foundations.

Oh, God. Never
before—it had never been like this—not even with Bryce—

He didn’t give
her time to pursue the slightly disloyal thought. The heat flared through her,
over and over again, and he didn’t stop, didn’t grant her mercy. His tongue was
relentless, caressing her endlessly, and she came over and over again, her
inner muscles convulsing hard, moisture flowing from her. She’d known she
needed
him, that
making love to him without taking her
own satisfaction had left her hot and frustrated, but she hadn’t imagined she
was
this
wound up.

It went on until
she was shrieking with it, trembling, almost too weak to stay upright. At last
he slowed the motion of his tongue, allowing her to come back to earth in slowing
ripples of pleasure. And then he pulled away entirely, and she fell to her
knees heavily.

“Mine,” he said
hoarsely, and pulled her against him. She felt the huge, hot shape of his cock,
pressing into her like a brand. Despite the incredible physical satisfaction
he’d given her, something inside her growled.

The animal
inside her still needed to possess, and to be possessed.

But it was too
soon. She knew that. Without a ring, he couldn’t effect the transformation
until the full moon—and the full moon was still more than a week away. She
couldn’t allow him to suffer until the full moon. And if they made love now—if
they
fucked
now—he would most
certainly suffer.

“I am yours,”
she whispered, aware of the submissive tone of her own voice. Ordinarily she
was the furthest thing from submissive, but for him, she would submit. “But we
cannot—it’s not time yet—”

“I came out here
to find you.” His voice was the growl of the predator, demanding, forceful.
Dominant.
He lifted her to her feet,
then
pushed her up against the trunk of an enormous oak. “I came out here to make
you mine.”

“I told you.”
Her voice quavered with excitement and need. “I am yours.”

“Not yet.” He
pressed against her, letting her feel his enormous cock, hot against her belly.
“But before the
night’s
over… you will be.”

Chapter Five

He was going to
fuck her.

Graeme heard
himself panting with excitement as he rubbed against the soft skin of her
belly. It felt so good, and yet he knew he couldn’t come this way. He could only
come with her active participation. He knew that now, even if he didn’t
understand it.

He didn’t want
to come like this, anyhow. He wanted to slip into her warm, wet pussy, to claim
her as his own, to fuck her until she screamed. He’d already made her come,
over and over again, until she was dripping with moisture. She was wet and hot
and ready for him, and he wanted to thrust into her soft body and fuck her
until he came deep inside, spilling his seed into her, making her his forever.

Vaguely, he was aware
that he should be thinking about reaching for his jeans and finding a condom.
He was a responsible guy, and he didn’t go around spilling anything into
women—certainly not into women he barely knew. But the idea of a condom seemed
foreign, somehow. Alien. He couldn’t imagine using a condom with her.

He had to spill
himself into her. He
had
to.

He gripped her
by the waist and lifted her against the oak. It was easy, as if she weighed
nothing at all. He ought to have been taken aback by his own strength, but
somehow it didn’t surprise him in the least. It seemed entirely natural—just as
natural as his need to fuck this woman he hardly knew.

“Graeme.”
Her hands
settled on his shoulders, and she tried to push him away, without much
sincerity. “We can’t. Not until the moon is full.”

“I have to.” His
voice sounded like a low growl, even to his own ears. “You’re mine, and I—I
can’t wait, Rhea. I have to have you.”

“Listen to me.”
She stared into his eyes. “Trust me. If you do this tonight, you will suffer
terribly until the full moon.”

“I don’t care.”
He let the swollen head of his cock slide against the slick warmth of her inner
thigh. God, it was good. So hot so wet so good. He whimpered with need.
“Please, Rhea. Say yes. I’ve never needed anyone this much.”

She closed her
eyes. “Nor have I,” she whispered, and then her eyelashes fluttered open, and
she stared straight into his eyes. “Very well,” she murmured. “I am yours.”

He heard himself
make a noise that sounded almost like a sob of relief, and then he flexed his
hips, pushing the head of his cock against her wet, hot core. The feel of her
moisture over the sensitive glans of his cock was almost too much to bear, and
a spasm rocked him.

For a terrible
moment he thought he might come then and there, but he gritted his teeth,
holding himself back. Good though this felt, it wasn’t enough. He needed so
much more.

In a moment, the
overwhelming need passed, and he rubbed against her, feeling her creaming on
him, her moisture crowning the head and running down the shaft. He was so
sensitized that he could feel each trickle of wetness as it made its way down
his cock. He rubbed very gently, making no move to thrust into her, and as her
arousal grew, he felt more trails of moisture caressing his flesh.

It was amazing.
He’d never been this sensitive before. He wasn’t even inside her, and it
already felt like he’d died and gone to heaven.

She squirmed
against him, stimulating the head of his cock further, and he gripped her hips
to hold her still.

“Please,” she
whispered. “Fuck me.”

The blunt words
stoked the fire inside him, but he held himself back. This was too good, too
novel. He didn’t want it to end. But he was willing to compromise. He flexed
his hips again, and let the head of his cock slip inside.

His breath hissed
between his teeth. She was tight, so tight, and yet soft and yielding and
submissive. The heat and moisture surrounding the head of his cock was
incredible. He began moving in gentle, shallow thrusts, and he felt her muscles
contracting around the sensitive head, caressing him. A low groan of need broke
from him.

“Christ.
Yes
.”

He kept moving,
thrusting shallowly, with only the head of his cock inside her, and she writhed
and squirmed and begged incoherently for more. She clutched at him, but he had
all the control, all the power. He was dominating her, taking what he wanted,
exactly the way he wanted it.

She was braced
against the tree, her head back, her throat exposed, and he suddenly wanted to
bite her so badly he could hardly stand it. He imagined his teeth digging into
her shoulder, the spicy taste of her blood—

He fought back
the strange and primitive urge, and thrust a little harder. Another inch or two
of his cock slipped inside her cunt, and she was so hot, so tight, creaming all
over him, the heat of her moisture caressing him…

He became aware
that his balls were tight with the need for release, and that his skin was wet
with sweat. He needed to fuck her, hard and fast, but he knew that if he let
himself go, he’d come almost instantly. He didn’t want this to be over. He
ground his teeth, holding himself back, letting himself thrust gently,
teasingly.

She was wailing,
arching against him, begging for more in broken words and helpless sobs. Her
skin was wet with perspiration too, and he could feel her body spasming around
his with every movement. He imagined how it would feel when she came, the hard
clench of her inner muscles around his cock, and he almost lost his control
then and there. He gritted his teeth again, and threw his head back, opening
his eyes and staring at the moon through the latticework of branches above.