Fiery Moon_A Passion Moon Romance Page 4

  And found my pussy.

  I nipped his nipple again as his fingers stroked my sopping pussy lips. I shuddered as he stroked me. I released his nipple and licked up to his neck. I loved how he tasted. I wanted to lick his entire body.

  But there wasn't time.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned into his ear. “Hard. I need it.”

  He growled. It wasn't the throaty snarl of a wolf, but the almost purring roar of a tiger. Passionate and deadly. He spun me around and pressed me against the hood of his car. He bent me over the car, my arms resting on the hood. His hands tore down my pants and panties in one motion.

  Such hunger.

  I shook my hips, dying to be penetrated, the air cool on the wet lips of my pussy. I had never needed a man in me more than at this exact moment. I let out a whining moan, my fingernails scratching at the hood of his Camaro. Why wasn't he fucking me? I threw a look over my shoulder.

  He stared at me, licking his lips.

  “Don't watch! Fuck me.”

  “Let me admire the feast I am about to enjoy.” His dark hand stroked my ivory butt-cheek. I shuddered as he moved lower. He dipped to my taint then reached the curls surrounding my pussy. He ran his finger up and down my vulva. “Delicious.”

  “Yes, yes. Now enjoy. Feast. Please. I need it so badly.” I pressed back into him. His finger popped into my pussy. My silky folds clenched down on the intruder. It was a taste of what I really wanted.

  And then he dropped to his knees. His finger pumped into me as he nuzzled his lips into my blonde curls and licked at my labia. My fingernails scratched again at the shot-up hood. I moaned and humped back into him as his tongue swiped up and down my folds around his plunging finger.

  I pressed my cheek into the warm hood, pleasure rippling through my body. His touch was skilled. I thought Ajax knew how to use his hands, but Shane's finger caressed inside my pussy with talent, brushing all the delicious spots as his tongue nuzzled and explored.

  “Shane,” I groaned, my back arching. “You're teasing me.”

  “You're so much fun to tease,” he answered. “Mmm, yes, you are. Delicious.”

  A second finger joined the first. My eyes widened. A low growl escaped my lips and I humped my hips back against his plunging fingers. They were thick and nice, an appetizer that kept my hungry pussy purring along.

  For now.

  His tongue found my clit. He fluttered against it, batting my nub over and over, drumming on it. Each beat sent a sharp flash of pleasure through me. My pussy clenched on his thrusting fingers. I purred.

  Oh, how I purred.

  “Shane, yes,” I groaned. “Mmm, you are such a tease.”

  “It's easy to tease a woman as vibrant as you.”

  He sucked on my clit. My back arched and my butt clenched. I humped against his fingers now, the car's shocks groaning as I shifted. It was a slow undulation. My body had to move as the pleasure increased.

  My nipples ached in my bra. I rubbed my breasts against the hood wishing they were naked, but I had my shirt and my bulletproof vest on. It was too much hassle to undo them. I was enjoying Shane's teasing fingers and tongue too much.

  “You are burning my fingers with your passion,” he growled. “You're molten.”

  “Imagine your cock in there,” I answered. “Imagine how hard you'll come wrapped up by my cunt.”

  I loved saying that word when I was fucking. Cunt. It was such a dirty, filthy word. It made me shudder and feel so wicked and alive. My hips worked faster as he stirred his fingers deeper into my depths.

  “I bet you'll make me melt,” he groaned between sucks and nibbles on my clit.

  “You'll never have better.”

  “So sure?”

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned. “And you know it. That's why you picked me. You took one look at me and knew you had to have me. You couldn't help yourself.”

  “You are too delectable to resist.”

  The words swelled the bliss growing inside of me. Nothing was sexier than knowing a hunky man desired you. Burned to make you his. The imprint swelled in me. If I looked into his eyes, I would try to imprint him. I wanted to be his. I yearned to be his, to experience the powerful love along with the overwhelming lust.

  But I held back. I grit my teeth against my instincts. It would never work. He would reject it. Shane wasn't looking to settle down. I was just a hot fling. A memory he would make in Moonrise. We would both treasure it as we parted.

  That was all this was. Don't let it be more.

  His teeth nipped my clit. My hips bucked and my body spasmed. I howled as my orgasm exploded in the depths of my pussy. The car rocked harder as I bucked and squirmed against him. My body drank in the sensations rushing through me.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled. “That's how you tease a woman. Oh, fuck. Shit, Shane.”

  My howls rose with the intensity of the pleasure. It washed through me. I squirmed and embraced the delight. It flooded me. Swept me away. It was amazing, a preview of the true passion to come. My fingernails rasped and scraped on the hood.

  “Fuck me,” I snarled. “Appetizers are done. It is time to feast.”

  “Yes.” His voice was thick and powerful. I threw a look over my shoulder as he rose and caught his eyes, almost pure black with his lust, the tiger lurking just beneath his skin.

  The imprint surged out of me. I grit my teeth and caught it. I jerked my gaze away, trembling on the hood. His zipper rasped. His belt rustled. His hard cock brushed the cheeks of my ass. I groaned and shuddered as he slid his cock to my sex and rubbed it up and down my wet slit.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned. “Thrust into me.” Before I do something stupid and try to imprint you and ruin this moment. I don't need love.

  I needed to come.

  He thrust.

  I gasped.

  His dick filled me. So much thicker than his two fingers. My back arched as his hands stroked my hips and lower back. He buried into my depths. I shuddered, my pussy stretching about his cock. He was hung.

  “I didn't know tigers were so hung,” I groaned.

  “I bet there's a lot about us you don't know,” he groaned as he drew back.

  I clenched my pussy about his cock, savoring the friction as he withdrew. I felt so empty with only his tip in me. And then he thrust again. His heavy balls smacked into my clit. I groaned, loving the feeling, while my hips undulated, stirring his dick around in me.

  His strokes were hard and fast. The car rocked with every thrust. Our flesh smacked together while the tangy musk of my excitement mixed with his spicy scent. I groaned, my head tossing, my blonde hair flying as I was fucked.

  Hard.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled, rocking back, loving the meaty slap of his groin smacking into my ass. “Pound me. Come on, tiger. Show me how you fuck a woman. Make me howl. Let my entire pack know how hard you took me.”

  “Wolves,” he groaned. “Showoffs, all of you. But, damn, you are so hot. Shit, Veronica. Yes, work those hips.”

  “You love it when I do this, huh?” I asked, adding a twist, moving my hips faster. “Does it make your cock want to erupt in me?”

  “So badly,” he groaned, his strokes hammering me. He thrust faster and faster. It was amazing. Pure, carnal pleasure.

  I savored it. I drank in the bliss. Wonderful. Amazing. My pussy drank in the sensations. They roared through me as I squirmed on his cock. I groaned and gasped. My fingernails scraped the paint job, exposing shiny metal beneath.

  The fires burned hotter and hotter in me. They swelled. Another climax. I embraced it. I didn't fight the pleasure. I wanted it to roar through me. I wanted to burn in pleasure. I bucked back harder into his thrusts, savoring his balls smacking over and over into my clit.

  Delicious. Hot. Wet.

  My excitement dripped out of me. It ran down my thighs. I was so wet. He inspired me to passion I had never experienced. I tossed back my head and howled as my orgasm exploded through me. Hot flames burned through my body, rac
ing down my nerve endings.

  An inferno of rapture engulfed my mind.

  And his dick kept slamming into me. He didn't erupt and leave me only half-satiated. He was fucking to give me pleasure, not to take it. Yes, he enjoyed my body, but he wanted to make sure I enjoyed it more.

  He had to be the best man I ever fucked.

  And he was. My hips writhed as the pleasure burned through me. His thrusting cock kept the bliss alive. It exploded over and over through me. I clenched down on him as he slammed into my depths. I drank in every sensation as my orgasm never stopped.

  It just kept going.

  “Shit,” I gasped. “Shit, shit, shit. It's true.”

  “Yes, it is,” he groaned. “Embrace it. Don't let the orgasms stop. Let them keep flooding your body.”

  I howled again as the pleasure didn't stop. His cock kept it alive. His hard, thick, strong, amazing dick. He plunged over and over into me. I drank in the churning bliss. I embraced the passion. In the distance, sirens howled; backup was closing.

  I didn't care.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Oh, god, you're amazing, Shane.”

  “I know.”

  So cocky. And he had every right to be. I knew plenty of brash men and none of them deserved their confidence. None of them had made me erupt. Maybe it was the excitement of surviving the shootout.

  No. It was him. He inspired me.

  My back arched. The sirens grew louder and louder. “Come in me. I want to feel you spurt. I love it.”

  “Wild wolf-bitch,” he groaned.

  “So wild. You'll never find better.”

  “Yes.”

  He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as his hot seed splashed against my pussy walls. I loved it. A final spurt of his seed. I shuddered, my orgasm peaking in me. My eyes fluttered as I drank in the last of the pleasure.

  “Veronica,” he groaned, his voice almost gentle, almost tender. “Damn.”

  He ripped his cock out of me. I bit my lip, breathing in deeply. The sirens were close, the tires crunching gravel as the cop car screamed up the hill. I wanted to lie across the hood of the car and luxuriate in my cum.

  But I couldn't.

  I reached down and yanked up my panties and pants. I buttoned them as Forrest's SUV burst around the corner, lights flashing. I bent down and picked up my gun belt while Shane buttoned up his shirt.

  The SUV slid to a halt. Forrest and Macy were out of the car in a flash. Forrest glanced at me, his eyes going golden, an amused smile on his lips. I blushed as he glanced at me and then at Shane. The tiger walked up to Forrest, bold and cocky.

  “Bastard's meaning business,” Shane said.

  “I can see that,” Forrest nodded, glancing at the Camaro.

  Macy walked up to me, her eyes wide. “You didn't?”

  “I did,” I grinned. “We had to find someway to pass the time.”

  “And securing Becky's house wasn't one of them?”

  “Nope.” I grinned at my friend. “I had my priorities in line.”

  Chapter Five

  The present...

  It was a mistake to let myself think about Shane and our two weeks together, from the first time he took me bent over the police cruiser, to our final night in the hotel room where we had made such sweet love. Where I had surrendered to him.

  And where he had pissed all over my feelings and left me broken and hurting.

  The lust and anger were fresh and hot when I parked at the Missoula Airport. I climbed out, my face flushed, my hair a mess. I could smell Ajax on me, the musk of our sex turning sour. I squirmed, my panties still wet. The wolf snarled inside of me, clawing me with guilt. My stomach twisted.

  Fear shot through me.

  I stared at the terminal. Shane was in there. His plane should have landed by now. He was waiting for me. Fuck. Why should I be scared? Why was my heart racing a mile a minute? I wanted to throw up. It was such BS. He should be scared. He was the one that tore out my heart. He was the one who trampled what I gave him.

  I snarled, waiting to change into a wolf right here in the parking garage and charge into the airport. I would rip him to pieces and savor his blood.

  But I didn't. Forrest would be pissed at me if I killed anyone, let alone an FBI Agent. I doubt the pack could protect me from the consequences of that even if it would be so satisfying. I took a deep breath, holding the anger in, and then marched into the baggage claim.

  I caught his scent the moment I walked into the airport, his exotic aftershave, his skin spicy. I breathed it in; flashes of his caramel-brown body heaving over mine as we made love shot through my mind. I snarled, shaking my head.

  But his scent was intoxicating. The scent of my mate.

  My heart beat faster.

  I cast my gaze around, searching for him. They stopped on him standing, his hands folding up a newspaper. He stood by baggage claim looking just as handsome as ever. My lips curled as I fought the urge to rush over to him, throw my arms around his neck, and kiss him hard.

  Those wonderful lips that knew how to please a woman more than any other man. Those hands, somehow both gentle and strong, commanding and loving. His dark eyes, his cocky smile, his arrogant stance. He stared at me with hunger in his eyes.

  Possession.

  He thought he owned me. Asshole.

  “Well, well, well, Veronica,” he said, voice smooth, purring, the kind of warm, sensual, masculine voice that made women of all ages melt in their panties. “You look even more radiant than three years ago.”

  “That's all you have to say?” I snarled, marching to him. “Three years, and that's it? 'Hey, you still look hot. I still want to bang you.' Asshole! You god-damned, pathetic worm!”

  “I didn't say I wanted to bang you,” he protested, his nostrils flaring, and then he frowned, his eyes flicking down to my crotch, trying to see through the khakis to the traces of Ajax still lingering on me.

  I had other lovers.

  I gave him a vicious grin as he licked his lips. His face didn't fall the way I hoped, but I could see it in his eyes. He was shocked to smell another man's seed on me. Hurt. I savored it. He deserved that and more. So much more.

  “Three fucking years. All you sent me was one text. After what we shared. After what I gave you.” I poked him in the chest, hard. “You're lucky I'm here at all. You're lucky I'm not ripping your damned, smug, perfect head off.”

  He licked his lips. “I didn't come here to talk about the past.”

  “No, you just expected me to come running like I'm your housebroken bitch. To drop everything and come help you out.” I shook my head. I so wanted to rip his head off and say fuck to the consequences.

  I wanted to rip off his shirt and ride him and say fuck to the consequences.

  “Michael escaped from prison. We have very good reason to believe that he's come here to Moonrise.”

  “And how's that my problem?”

  Shane glanced at the badge on my chest. “Well, it appears that you still work for the Moonrise Sheriff's Department, and there is a fugitive in your community. A dangerous fugitive. You know Michael. You know what a piece of shit he is.”

  “Yes, like other guys I know.”

  He grimaced. “Veronica, listen, what happened—”

  “Was the past. You aren't here to talk about it, but to find Michael. You've made your priorities quite clear.”

  “Yeah, that's it,” he said. And I caught something in his scent I had never smelled—fear. It didn't show on his face. There was only a small hint in his scent, mixed with the rest of him. “Just here for Michael. I'll find him and be out of your life. You won't have to be...hurt by me.”

  “You have your baggage?” I demanded.

  He thumbed behind him to a black suitcase by his chair.

  “Follow.”

  I turned and marched away. He was lucky Michael was here—and Michael better be here—or I would have told Shane to go fuck himself. But I couldn't abandon the people of Moonrise. If
that coyote piece of shit was here, then people would get hurt. And it was my job to protect them. Even if I was stuck with the biggest asshole in the world to do it.

  I marched through the airport, people giving me askance, nervous looks. Whispered talk reached my keen ears, people wondering if I was hunting for a criminal or a terrorist. I realized my hand was on my pistol. I blinked in shock and pulled it away. It would be too easy to shoot him or fuck him. I didn't want to do either. Both would be huge mistakes.

  The wolf prowled inside of me. My body itched with the change. I wanted to let her out, to run through the woods, to clear my head. But I knew my wolf. Her instincts would be to go to Shane, to her mate.

  I wrenched open my car door and sat down hard. I pulled the trunk latch. It creaked open, and he threw his luggage in. A moment later, he opened the passenger door and slid into the other seat, my computer separating us. He glanced at me, opened his mouth, then closed it.

  “So, uh, how's Moonrise?” he asked, trying to sound calm, collected. His scent wasn't. Ajax's smell unnerved him.

  I grunted and started the motor.

  “Nothing's changed?”

  I looked over my shoulder and backed out of my space. The tires squealed as they turned on the smooth concrete of the parking garage. I drove faster than I should have, but my anger wouldn't let me do anything else. I headed for the exit and stopped at the automatic gate to get out.

  “Money,” I said, sticking my ticket stub into the machine. “I'm not paying for this.”

  “Yeah, sure.” He pulled out a credit card. “Just need a receipt.”

  I grunted and swiped the card, then practically threw it and the receipt at him. The gate's arm came up, and I drove out of the parking garage onto the busy streets of Missoula. I did not look at the Lodge as we passed, ignoring the restaurant and what happened there. It was the start of the night everything went wrong. I wish Shane had never invited me to go on a “stakeout” with him.

  “So, are the Donovans causing any problems?” he asked.