Mated by Moonlight. Jessa Slade
Чтение книги онлайн.
Читать онлайн книгу Mated by Moonlight - Jessa Slade страница 5
Название: Mated by Moonlight
Автор: Jessa Slade
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежная фантастика
Серия: Mills & Boon Nocturne Cravings
isbn: 9781472014948
isbn:
He drove into her.
Big as he was, all over, she took him, thrusting up to meet him with another moan, this time of delight.
He slicked himself deep into her and withdrew and thrust again before her cry faded. He set the pace like a midnight run, relentless and unfaltering. She knew he could go forever.
No, she didn’t want to think of forever, just of right now.
She clutched at his wide shoulders, digging her fingers into the hard mounds of pure muscle. She’d seen him sling full kegs of beer like they were nothing more than empty aluminum cans. He slung unruly drunks—and uppity wolf-kind—with the same power. But of course, that’s how an Alpha handled everything: easily.
Even her.
The thought was infuriating, and she met his thrusts with her own. His eyes widened and he anchored one hand under her hips to control the moment.
She’d have none of that. She slipped her hand past his to cup his sac and pull down hard, to pleasure him, to warn him. He bucked once, breaking the stride, and she laughed.
He tilted her hips just a little deeper to touch her core, and then she wasn’t laughing anymore.
With every stroke, he pushed her higher, making her muscles clench throughout her body, even her heart pounding, pounding. Her skin tingled like the coming of the verita luna, but it wasn’t that—she was just coming. The moon seemed to shatter, but that was just the stars behind her closed eyelids as she climaxed in a rush.
He threw back his head and roared, the triumph of an apex predator that silenced the night, and then he too came.
She clenched around his pulsing shaft as he spent himself. Of course he would roar before he came; just announcing to the world that he’d made her come first. She drummed her fingers on his biceps as he held himself above her, stiffly trembling in the aftermath.
She realized her impatient drumming had turned to petting, her fingertips playing over the tight ridges of musculature. He had very nice, strong arms.
The better to hold her with...
She wriggled up, and he grunted as his cock popped free with a wet sound. When she scooted out from under him, he collapsed. His arms—his very nice, strong arms—splayed out to either side.
“I’m getting too old for this shit,” he muttered into the grass.
She stood and gave herself a little shake. “You’ve always been an old soul.”
He angled his face to stare at her, so she tilted one hip toward him and reached up to fluff her hair, knowing it would do nice things for her figure.
He grunted again and turned his face the other way. “You don’t mean that kindly.”
She scowled at him, thinking she should shift just so she could bite him on his moon-white ass. He had a very nice, strong ass...
Of course, she could bite him there with her current teeth, but somehow that seemed a little too forward.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” she reminded him.
“Babe, once I’m inside you, nothing could stop me.”
Heat touched her cheeks, and she was glad of the bleaching moonlight. “I meant, you didn’t have to come running with me if you really didn’t want to.” She cursed the note of wistfulness—not quite a whine—that crept into her voice.
“Of course I had to. That lone wolf is still out here somewhere.”
She let her hand drift down from her hair. “That’s why you followed me? Because you thought I couldn’t take care of myself?”
He turned his head to face her again, his golden eyes shadowed and wary. “That wasn’t the only reason, obviously.” He pushed himself upright, one leg bent under him as if ready to ward off an attack.
He was arrogant, but he wasn’t stupid.
She forced herself to exhale slowly, as if she could force out the scent of him lingering in her chest. If the stock tank had been nearby, she might have voluntarily jumped in to wash herself clean.
She shifted, letting the verita luna cover her bare skin. When her momentary blindness cleared, Beck was standing, watching her, the wariness still in his eyes. He did not shift, wisely, since in her present state she might have struck.
Instead, she ran.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.