Passion's Fire (Passion Moon 2): (A Shifter, Supernatural Romance)

  Passion's Fire

  (A Shifter, Supernatural Romance)

  Passion Moon 2

  by

  Renee Jordan

  Copyright © 2015 by Renee Jordan

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expressed written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Published in the United States of America, 2015

  All characters depicted in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen (18).

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  Edited by Sennah Tate

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  Table of Contents

  Howling Passion

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  Chapter One: Nightmare

  Chapter Two: Rabbits and Coyotes

  Chapter Three: Lucky Penny

  Chapter Four: Unpleasant Surprise

  Chapter Five: Changing Room Fun

  Chapter Six: Spirits

  Chapter Seven: Little Black Dress

  Chapter Eight: Death Magic

  Chapter Nine: Love's Medallion

  Chapter Ten: Fiery Dance

  Chapter Eleven: Strength

  Chapter Twelve: Dying Coals

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  Chapter One: Nightmare

  The moon burned red in my dream. Green eyes watched my struggle.

  The pool glowed, reflecting back the moon's passionate beams. The air crackled with violence and terror. Dark trees rose around me, reaching to the sky with their black trunks and web of needle-covered branches. They formed a wall about us, a fence trapping me in my nightmare.

  Christian roared, his bestial face twisted in fury, spittle flying from his sharp teeth. He was a mix of half-man, half-dreadful-bear. My mate Forrest lay broken at his feet, howling in pain as the Christian-bear slammed his paws down on Forrest's chest.

  Bones cracked.

  “No!” I screamed with impotent fear. I couldn't watch my mate die. Forrest had come to mean so much to me in such a short time, finding a den in my heart. I had to save him. I reached out to the energy brimming in the pool.

  The Moon Tear Spring seethed. Enough energy burned inside the pool that it should be boiling. I seized it, trying to pull it inside me. The magic refused to flow into me. Neither the Death, Life, nor Love ley lines—the three sources of energy feeding into the pool—obeyed me. I couldn't save Forrest. My magic wouldn't work. My mate would die and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  Christian stared at me, licking his chops with hungry lust.

  “Soon you'll be mine, luce dei miei occhi.” Despite his bestial face, his words purred out in his sensuous, Italian baroque.

  “No!” I screamed, shoving my hands into the Moon Tear Spring, desperate for the power to save my Forrest. “Give it to me! Please, magic! Work! I need your power to save him! I can't lose him!”

  I hadn't known Forrest long, but a powerful connection had formed between us. The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt it. We were drawn together and every moment since, we seemed to become more and more entwined.

  He had become my heart. I couldn't lose him.

  Bones crunched again. Forrest's howls died.

  “No!” I sobbed as Christian advanced. “No, Lord. This can't be happening. This isn't how it happened. I saved Forrest! And he saved me!”

  The Christian-bear stalked to me.

  “Mi amore,” he purred, “now you're all mine.”

  “You're dead!” I sobbed, crawling back on my elbows while my feet pushed against the leaf-strewn ground.

  Green eyes watched Christian advance on me.

  “That's my woman,” a new voice growled.

  The green eyes watched Burt step out of the trees, glaring at the beast, his fist clenching. “I own Kotie.”

  “This can't be,” I sobbed, staring in disgust at my asshole, abusive ex-boyfriend. The dream worsened as horror filled me.

  Burt stood tall, his blond hair falling long and straight about his shoulders. He had the stature of a warrior, his fists clenched in rage. I knew how hard he could hit with those fists. My body remembered the bruises all too well. Burt flashed a look at me, those intense, blue eyes of his commanding me to submit to him. Once, long ago, I had been captivated by those eyes as he performed on stage.

  Back then Burt had been a rock-god, his music pulsing through my heart, stirring my eighteen-year-old passions. But it was a mask. His handsome face, his strong bearing, his passionate eyes were all a fraud. He was a sadistic monster. As bad as Christian.

  The pair clashed, fighting over who would own me.

  Christian slashed with his claws as Burt countered with powerful fists. It didn't matter who won. I would pay in pain and suffering. I tried to crawl away faster, but my back hit a tree trunk. The pines at my back grew so closely together that their trunks formed the bars of my prison.

  “You're mine, Kotie!” Burt growled. “You have always been mine!”

  “No!” I screamed, bolting upright, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the blankets spilled off my naked body.

  Moonlight filtered through the lacy curtains, painting the bed in silvery light of a normal moon, not the red of the passion moon that burned in my dream. Forrest stirred beside me, his broad chest painted by pale moonbeams, contrasting against the black barbed wire tattoos crisscrossing his body.

  “What is it, Kotie?” he asked, his arm pulling me against him.

  “Just a nightmare,” I whispered, trembling in his arms. The fear still pounded through me. Burt and Christian weren't fighting over me. “Just a nightmare.” Forrest was not dead. He was in bed with me. Burt was back in Florida. There was no way he could find me. I was safe.

  I was safe.

  I clung to Forrest, placing my face on his broad chest as I tried to forget the dream. Christian couldn't hurt Forrest. That bastard was dead. Two nights ago, Forrest had killed him, saving me from the mad witch's dominance. My side still ached from the abuse Christian had inflicted on my body, using torture to force me to tap into the Moon Tear Spring's power.

  For a moment, I had given him the power. With Christian's strong grip choking my throat, I couldn’t put up much of a fight. In the moments before I passed out, I wanted to live so badly. I feared dying. I feared losing Forrest. I couldn’t lose Forrest, so I gave in and fed Christian the power of the Spring.

  Then Forrest arrived, transformed into his bestial form. My boyfriend, my mate, was a wolf shifter. A werewolf. He was passionate and fierce, fighting against Christian's magic to protect me.

  But it had been close. Christian tried to control Forrest's body with dark magic. Forrest had been badly injured, but thanks to the magic I possessed, I healed him and broke Christian's spell. With his strength renewed, Forrest had defeated Christian.

  It turned out I was a witch. I had no idea u
ntil that night.

  And now I needed to learn to control my powers. Other witches would come to Moonrise, Montana, drawn to the power of the hot spring. Three ley lines dumped their power into the pool of water. I had touched the energy and experienced only a drop of its vast expanse.

  “You're safe now,” Forrest whispered, stroking my auburn hair over and over, his touch soothing me. “Christian won't ever hurt you again.”

  “And Burt?” I whimpered, still shaken by my abusive ex's appearance in the nightmare. I had fled all the way to Montana to escape him. At the time, I thought it was just a whim that brought me to Moonrise—I had liked the name, so poetic—but it had been the magic of the spring subtly drawing me up from Florida.

  “If Burt ever tracks you down, he'll have to deal with me,” growled Forrest, his eyes glinting gold in the moonlight. When he became passionate or angry, his hazel eyes became wolf-like.

  I hugged him tight. “I know he will.”

  The fear bled away, my body's trembles fading. Burt could never hurt me. He was just a human. And Forrest was not only a powerful and cunning wolf shifter but he was also the Sheriff of Moonrise. He had a whole police department of wolf shifters, his pack, to help him take on any who threatened the town, the spring, or me.

  It would be the biggest mistake of Burt's life for him to show up and try anything.

  I shifted on the bed, pressing myself tighter against Forrest and buried my face into his muscular chest. He had a wonderful scent, leather and sweat, a manly musk. His hand stroked my hair down to my shoulder, his rough callouses tickling my skin as he moved down my arm.

  I was suddenly aware of how naked we both were. My nipples hardened as a flush of heat rushed through me, racing down between my thighs. The heat grew liquid, a molten passion fanning within me. My nipples rubbed on Forrest's hard muscles, my fingers traced the lines of his barbed wire tattoo.

  “Mmm, you smell wonderful,” Forrest growled, his eyes flashing gold again. His hand left my arm, sliding across my side to my plump buttock, squeezing and kneading my flesh. “So wonderful.”

  I licked my lips, purring in delight as Forrest rolled me onto my back. His other hand wandered up my stomach to my heaving breasts. He kneaded my supple mounds, his fingers brushing my hard nipples as his lips found mine.

  His kiss was fierce. I moaned, losing myself into his strength and hunger. His cock pressed on my hip, swelling hard, excited by me. Another flush of heat flashed through me. I excited my mate. I made him lust for me. And that made me feel so desired, so womanly.

  “Forrest,” I moaned as he kissed down the line of my jaw, leaving a flutter of heat in his wake. His stubble tickled as he nibbled and a giggle escaped my lips. I tilted my neck, beckoning him to nuzzle into my throat.

  Rough fingers discovered my hard nipple, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. I shuddered as the electric tingle raced through my body. My clitoris itched to be touched, my thighs squirming as I gasped and moaned.

  “You taste wonderful,” Forrest growled as his mouth continued southward, sucking and nibbling.

  I cooed in delight, moaning his name as the heat swelled between my thighs, my pussy growing into a sticky mess. “Lick me everywhere.”

  Forrest chuckled, “Gladly.”

  His lips moved lower, his hard muscles rubbing against my side as he kissed down my collarbone to my heaving breasts. His whiskered cheek rasped against my sensitive nipples; I gasped in delight. He worshipped my breast with his mouth, summiting the pink peak with a hungry nip.

  “Forrest!” I moaned in delight as his lips engulfed my nipple, his fingers pinching the other nub harder. The duel sensations burst through me.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I cried.

  The bed creaked, the brass frame banging into the wood-paneled wall. My hands reached over my head, seizing the cool brass bars that formed the headboard, gripping them, anchoring myself as the pleasure burned through me. The bed rocked harder as my hips bucked. My thighs squeezed together, trying to relieve some of the growing pressure on my aching clit.

  “That's it,” I panted. “Oh, yes!”

  Forrest growled as he nipped and sucked at my nipple, his excitement mounting. My fingers tightened on the brass as my back arched. My pussy was on fire. It needed attention. The liquid itch had to be scratched.

  “Lower, Forrest. Please, lower.”

  Forrest looked up at me, his golden eyes boring into my green. He licked his chops, his smile hungry, predatory. I parted my thighs as he kissed his way down my flat stomach, his rough hands caressing my silken skin.

  “Yes, yes,” I encouraged as his tongue slid across my stomach. My scent filled the room, a tangy lust that mixed with Forrest's manly musk. My thighs were sticky, my bright-red pubic hair matted with my desire.

  “You smell so excited,” Forrest growled, “so eager to be devoured.”

  “Always! Devour me, Forrest! I need it!”

  His rough fingers slid down my inner thighs, pushing my legs farther apart. My hips thrust forward. My hands pulled on the brass frame as my body tensed in anticipation. His lips lowered, his breath warm, washing over my labia.

  “Yes!” I shuddered as he took that first, amazing lick. His tongue dug deep into my groove, sliding through my sensitive folds before he reached the apex at my aching clitoris. I shuddered as his tongue took a moment to swirl around that wonderful, sensitive bud.

  And then he feasted on me.

  Forrest loved my flavor. His tongue dug deep as his fingers spread me wide open. My eyelashes fluttered as the pleasure rippled through me. My thighs spasmed and my toes curled in delight. The pleasure pulled me away from reality. Only my hands on the brass frame kept me from getting lost in the fog of rapture.

  I let go.

  I reached down, seizing Forrest's short, black hair, pulling him tight as I bucked my hips, rubbing my pussy across his whiskered cheeks. His tongue and lips explored everywhere. The pleasure cascaded through me. My orgasm sent delight through every inch of my body, igniting nerves along the way.

  “Yes!” I moaned loud, gasping in delight.

  Forrest kept feasting. He would eat me until he was satiated. Another orgasm followed on the heels of the first, flooding bliss through me. The fog of pleasure engulfed me, caressing every bit of my flesh with sheer pleasure.

  My mouth opened wide. I licked my lips. A new desire filled me as Forrest shoved two fingers deep into my sopping depths. My pussy squeezed down on them, loving the intrusion as new nerves were stimulated.

  “I need to taste you, Forrest,” I gasped. “Let me suck you. Please!”

  Forrest growled, flipping around on his back. I yelped in surprise as his strong hands seized my hips and pulled me atop him. My legs straddled his face, his hands pulling my pussy back down to his hungry lips.

  His thick cock waved before my lips.

  I shuddered in delight as his fingers wormed back into my pussy. I leaned forward, licking up his shaft to the tip. He growled as I worked my tongue around his crown, gathering the salty precum that leaked out.

  And then I engulfed him.

  I stroked the base of his shaft while my other hand kneaded his heavy, hairy balls. I bobbed my head, sucking and slurping, giving my wonderful mate as much pleasure as he had given me. He growled and moaned into my pussy, nibbling on my labia.

  My auburn hair fell about my face as I bobbed, the world vanishing. There was only my Forrest, his lips on my pussy, my mouth on his cock. It was wonderful. Another orgasm shuddered through me. I moaned about his dick, my tongue writhing as I massaged his balls.

  “Kotie!” he growled. “I need to be in you.”

  “Yes!” I agreed.

  I flipped around, straddling his waist, my hands grasping his thick shaft and guiding him to my hungry hole. I shuddered as I slid down his shaft. He filled me, his girth spreading me wide open. I shuddered in delight, arching my back as I rocked on him.

  “That's it,” I groaned. “Ooh,
I love this.”

  He was so much bigger than Burt, my ex. Forrest spread me open every time, a pleasant ache filling my pussy as I slid up and down on him. My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest, my nipples itching as I mashed my clitoris into his pubic bone.

  “Forrest,” I panted, my hips writhing from side to side. I leaned down, kissing him hard, not caring that his lips were stained with my juices.

  That made the kiss more exciting somehow.

  His strong hands gripped my ass, squeezing my bubbly cheeks as he guided the rhythm of my hips. His cock stabbed deep inside me. The pleasure swelled as he growled into my kiss. I shuddered, so close to another come.

  Forrest broke the kiss, flipping us over, his heavy form atop me. I gasped in delight as he rammed deep into me, the bed rocking.

  “Kotie!” he growled, his passion mounting as he pounded into me.

  I shuddered as my orgasm burst through me. My legs tightened about his waist, pulling him in deep. Every thrust mashed his pubic bone into my clit, sending another spark of bliss through me as my pussy writhed about his cock.

  I felt so safe and loved beneath him. Our lips met in another kiss, sharing our passion. His thrusts were slow and deep. I shuddered as he drew back, then howled into the kiss as he buried deep. His thrusts grew faster, the bed creaking .

  My toes curled in delight.

  “Forrest,” I purred as he nuzzled my neck. “Oh, yes, Forrest.”

  Forrest's lips sucked my ear. His growl was so animalistic, so passionate. I shuddered again, eager for him to spill his seed in me. He nipped my earlobe, a flash of pain joining the pleasure. I gasped and moaned, begging for him to come in me.

  Forrest buried himself deep. His come splashed hot, pouring into my depths. I writhed and shuddered in delight. I held him until he finished, the pair of us panting our passion. His eyes were hazel again as he slumped on top me.

  “Umm, thank you,” I moaned, my nightmare almost forgotten. I had nothing to be scared of now. I had Forrest. He would always protect me.

  He stroked my cheek. “I don't know how I lived before you wandered into my life,” he said, rolling off of me.