Howling Passion (Passion Moon 1): (A Shifter, Supernatural Romance) Page 4

  “Oh, Lord, you are gorgeous,” I moaned.

  Forrest let out a booming laugh, his hazel eyes catching the firelight and flashing gold as he glanced down at my heaving breasts. “You are one to talk, siren. You bewitched me with your beauty the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  I smiled, writhing on the bear-skin, my pussy on fire. “Well, imagine how beautiful I am when I get cleaned up.”

  “I can't wait,” he said, descending back down, pressing his whiskered cheeks between my breasts, inhaling deep through his nose. “Your scent is intoxicating.” Forrest kissed and licked my breasts, touching every inch of my pliant flesh, teasing me to new heights of passion.

  “Forrest,” I moaned, squirming. “Take me! I'm ready! I'm so wet! I need you!”

  He looked up from my breasts, licking his chops. “But I haven't tasted you everywhere.”

  My eyes widened as he kissed down my body. “You can't mean...?”

  Forrest hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of my panties, tugging them off my hips as his lips kissed and licked at my stomach. I lifted my hips, letting him slide them off my hips, exposing my burning pussy to his gaze.

  “Are you going to...go down on me?” I was breathless.

  “Hasn't a guy ever done it?” he asked me in surprise. “Like an ex-boyfriend.”

  “I don't want to talk about ex's,” I hissed, startled by my sudden anger.

  “I...” He frowned.

  “No! I've never been eaten out! Do it! Eat me! Give me the pleasure that...he never did.”

  Forrest's lips reached my fiery-red pubic hair. My pubic hair was far brighter than my auburn locks. He nuzzled into my trimmed bush, kissing lower, nearing my pussy. I tensed in anticipation, wondering what his lips would feel like on my flesh.

  He licked. I gasped.

  Sensations burst through me. It was better than eating a banana split sundae with hot fudge, nuts, sprinkles, and a cherry on top. Forrest's tongue licked through my folds, tasting my excitement. His fingers spread my labia open, his tongue diving in deep. My back arched and my legs spasmed.

  “Forrest!” I gasped, looking down at his hungry eyes as he feasted on me.

  His tongue was awesome. Everywhere he licked me, pleasure burst through me. Forrest stuck his tongue deep into my sheathe, wiggling it about, before he slid it up and flicked at my clitoris. My sensitive nub exploded in delight.

  Forrest's lips fastened onto my clitoris. His sucking mouth worship my wonderful button. His tongue explored it, swirling in circles. Every touch sparked pleasure in my core. Soft waves washed through me, growing stronger and faster as my orgasm neared.

  “Yes, yes! You're so wonderful, Forrest! I love your mouth! Oh, Lord, yes! Keep doing that!”

  Two thick fingers entered me. My pussy squeezed down on them. He pumped them in and out, a preview of that monster I felt bulging in his pants. They stab deep, stretching my flesh. His fingers were as wide as Burt.

  I pushed my ex out of my mind. He never loved me with as much as Forrest.

  “Yes!” I gasped as his fingers ignited the nerves in my sheath. “Oh, yes! I'm going to explode, Forrest! Oh, wow! You're stirring me up!”

  “Come,” he whispered. “Let me drink your passion!”

  My hips bucked into his mouth. My pleasure spasmed through me. My insides clenched in delight. I trembled and swayed, grinding on his wonderful mouth. My toes curled as my orgasm hurtled towards me.

  I exploded.

  “Forrest!” I screamed as pleasure surged through me.

  My pussy clenched about his invading fingers. His mouth drank the juices that flooded out. I bucked and gasped, my thighs squeezing about his whiskered cheeks.

  I was drowning in bliss.

  The amazing stud kept licking and sucking.

  “Yes, Forrest! Oh, wow! Keep doing it!”

  Another orgasm rolled through me. Forrest's lips kept prolonging my joy. He devoured me. Loved me. Consumed my passion. This man wanted me to come over and over. He wasn't like Burt. He didn't take his pleasure, he gave it.

  “Forrest!” I groaned, my hips bucking into you. “You wonderful beast! Eat me!”

  Forrest growled as he ate me. The pleasure grew so intense. The joy had to be stopped. My body was aching for a new sensation.

  “Take me, Forrest. Fuck me! I need your cock in me! I've never been so horny!”

  Forrest licked his lips, my juices dripping down his chin. His hands moved to his fly, unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down his tree-trunk thighs. His dick popped out of his boxers, thrusting towards me. My eyes widened at his girth and length.

  “You're going to stretch me open,” I moaned.

  “And you're going to love every second,” he promised, crawling over me.

  I parted my thighs for him, my hands rubbing at his muscular chest. “I will,” I breathed. “Fuck me, Forrest. Ravish me! You're a beast! Take me! I need it!”

  His lips crushed against mine. My tangy musk thick on his lips. I didn't mind my flavor. I was too excited to care. My hands wrapped around his back, pulling him down until my nipples rubbed on his muscular chest. My hips humped, brushing the tip of his cock against my thighs and pussy.

  I needed to be fucked. I couldn't stop moving.

  Forrest reached between us, rubbing the fat head of his cock through my pussy lips. He found my opening. I was practically a virgin. Only Burt's little stick had fucked me.

  I moaned into his lips as he slowly buried into me. My pussy stretched wide, the pleasure flaring almost to pain as my sheath expanded to engulf him. Deeper and deeper he stabbed until he brushed my cervix, his balls slapping into my flesh. They were heavy.

  Our hips undulated, working our flesh together. Our kiss broke. We gasped and moaned. The pleasure was intense. My body was alive. He fucked me slow, my pussy savoring every wonderful moment his cock slid through my depths.

  Nerves burned with bliss. Another orgasm swelled in my core.

  “God, Kotie, you're so hot,” he growled, his lips nuzzling at my neck. “So hot. You're on fire.”

  “I'm burning for you! Fuck me, stud! I need it. Oh, you're filling me up. I love it!”

  His thrusts grew harder. He rose, holding himself up with his thick arms. My breasts jiggled as he thrust into me, his eyes staring down at me. I reached up, cupping his strong jaw, my fingers sliding across his stubbly cheeks. I pulled his lips down, moaning into his kiss. Our tongues fenced together as our hips bucked in rhythm.

  My legs locked around him, holding him tight. I pulled him in on every thrust, making sure he drove in deep. My clitoris mashed into his pubic bone with every thrust. The pleasure swelled inside me.

  “Forrest!” I gasped, breaking the kiss as my orgasm swelled through me.

  He grunted as my pussy writhed about his thick cock. I gasped and moaned, humping up into his thrusts. My hands roamed his body as I burned with bliss, my fingernails biting into his flesh. With a growl, he fucked me faster, harder, my orgasm inspiring him to a new frenzy.

  “Kotie! God! You're tight! You're driving me wild!”

  “Harder!” I moaned, my orgasm surging through me. “Ravish me! Fuck me! I need it! I need to keep coming!”

  My toes curled in joy as he slammed into me. Forrest's face clenched, his jaw tightened. I pulled him in tight as he growled his pleasure. His come shot into me, molten hot, pooling in my depths. I gasped, a shuddering wave rushing through me.

  Forrest collapsed on me, groaning as the last splashes of his come filled my sheath. Our sweaty bodies pressed together. He was heavy atop me. But I loved it. He was so solid and protective. I wanted to stay in his embrace.

  He rolled off of me, pulling me to his side, his hand idly stroking up my stomach to my taut breasts lit by the roaring fire. My hands reach out, tracing the lines of barbwire tattooed across his muscular chest.

  “Wow,” I finally said, a big smile on my lips. “You are a stud.”

  He leaned in, nipping my ear. “I've never b
een loved so passionately, Kotie.”

  I shivered and turned, looking into his hazel eyes. “Nor I.” I touched his cheek and leaned in to kiss him.

  It was a sweet kiss, gentle compared to our hungry love making. I savored it.

  “You're quite the creature,” he smiled.

  “You're one to talk,” I giggled. “Umm, this body. And these tattoo's. I never thought a Sheriff would be covered in tattoos. What do they mean?”

  His hand slid down my back. “What does yours mean?”

  I flushed. He touched the red heart wrapped in thorny, green vines tattooed on my lower back. “Nothing,” I whispered. “I was really drunk when I got it.”

  His eyes were curious. “Oh, really. So you make bad choices while drunk?”

  “Uh-huh,” I nodded. “God, I don't even know what possessed me to get a tramp stamp.” I so hated that word. More than a few guys had assumed that meant I was an actual tramp, but Forrest was only the second man I had been with. “I was stumbling drunk with...my ex, and he dragged me into the tattoo parlor. Lord, I don't remember much except the artist had these really intense, green eyes.”

  “Who's this ex?” Forrest asked, his arms tightening. “Why does he scare you?”

  I bit my lip, looking at him, and then it all poured out of me. I told him how I met Burt as he played the bar. I was drunk on my first beer and my first love that night. Forrest's arms held me tighter as I revealed Burt's abusive nature. I bared my heart open for Forrest. I had never told a soul, not even my friends, how Burt hurt me. The punches and kicks, his jealous rages whenever he thought I was looking at another man, the possessive need to control where I was.

  “I was practically a prisoner the last few months,” I whispered. “He only let me out to go grocery shopping. And even then, I had to be back in an hour or he'd...” I shuddered.

  Forrest eyes had this cold, angry hatred in them.

  “I...I'm scared he'll find me. I ran all this way to escape, but...what if he tracks me down? What if he shows up and...?”

  “He won't touch you,” Forrest growled. “I'm a fierce guy. I won't let anyone touch my girl.”

  I blinked, a warmth spreading across my cheeks. “Your girl? Already? We just met?”

  “Sometimes it takes one look to lose your heart.”

  His eyes flashed gold with the firelight. I melted inside. I had only seen that same, warm look before in my momma's eyes. This man loved me. We barely knew each other, and yet he cared more fiercely than I had any right to expect.

  “Forrest,” I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes.

  His lips met mine. His kiss reignited the fire in me. This man had given me such great trust, love, and warmth. It was my turn to please him.

  He didn't resist as I pushed on his shoulders, rolling him onto his back. My lips kissed and nuzzled at his neck, moving down to his muscular chest. My fingers traced his muscles as my lips kissed down his body. I loved the taste of his salty sweat, my nose filling with his musk and the salty-sour scent of sex.

  I loved it.

  Forrest smiled as I worked down to his rippling abs. My tongue traced the lines of his muscles, my breasts rubbing into his groin. His cock was half-hard, wet with my passion and rubbing between my tits.

  I moved lower. “I'm going to suck your cock,” I purred, my cheeks reddening. “I'm going to make you so hard.”

  “And...?” he asked, arching his eyebrows.

  “I'm going to ride your cock until you erupt!” I had never been so bold with a man, so free with my desires.

  He laughed. “What a wonderful creature you are.”

  I smiled, moving lower, my lips reaching the black thatch of pubes curling about the base of his cock. My fingers found his heavy balls, massaging them as my tongue licked up his half-hard dick, tasting my tangy musk.

  “Kotie!” he groaned as my tongue reached his tip, swirling about the crown.

  “You're going to love this, stud,” I purred. I hated sucking Burt's cock, but I would gladly give this man all the pleasures my body had to offer.

  I opened wide, engulfing his cock. He hardened in my mouth as I sucked. I twirled my tongue about his tip, then bobbed my mouth down. Forrest groaned, his hips bucking, driving his cock even deeper into my mouth.

  “That's it, Kotie,” he growled, his hands brushing my auburn hair. “So wonderful. You're going to get me hard and ready in no time.”

  I moaned in delight.

  His cock swelled to his full girth, throbbing in my mouth as I bobbed and sucked. I made love to his cock. I savored the taste of his precum. If my pussy wasn't aching to be stretched again, I would have sucked him until he came.

  There would be plenty of time for that later.

  “I'm going to ride you hard, stud,” I smiled as I crawled up his body, my hanging breasts brushing his muscular thighs.

  “I bet you're a Texan cowgirl,” he laughed. “Born and raised in the saddle.”

  I winked at him as I rose, my breasts thrusting before me. His strong hands reached out, squeezing my tits. I shivered as he thumbed my nipples. I guided his cock to the dripping entrance of my pussy, swirling the tip about until I found my opening.

  I sank down.

  “Kotie!” Forrest growled, his hips thrusting up, burying his cock fully in me. “Oh, fuck! You're so wonderful.”

  I leaned back, my hips undulating as I rode him. My breasts bounced and jiggled as his shaft churned pleasure through me. My hands reached out, running my fingers across his muscles, tracing the barbwire.

  “You never told me about your tattoo's,” I moaned.

  “They're a symbol,” he panted. “Fuck, you're good! Keep riding me, Kotie! I love it!”

  “A symbol for what?”

  “My anger!” His face contorted, twisting into bestial hunger. “I was consumed by it once. I had no control over it. They help to keep it in check.”

  “Like a reminder.”

  “Yes! I am not a beast. I am a man. I can control my nature!”

  I shuddered atop him, my pussy spasming about his cock as my orgasm suddenly exploded through me. His eyes were so raw with emotion. I doubt he's ever told a soul that story. I peered into the depth of his eyes.

  I think I loved this man.

  “Come in me,” I panted as I rode him. “Let yourself go, Forrest. Give it to me. Give me your passion!”

  I rode him harder, my orgasm fading, but his cock stirred up bliss through me.

  His hands seized my hips, his fingers squeezing into my flesh. He thrust up into me, bouncing me on his hips. His face screwed up, his orgasm approaching.

  “That's it! Come in me, Forrest!”

  “Kotie!” he growled as he erupted inside me.

  I collapsed onto his broad chest, writhing as another climax thrilled me with bliss. I wanted to stay like this all night, resting on his chest.

  I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, warmed by the fire and his love.

  Chapter Five: A New Beginning

  I woke feeling like a billion bucks. That's how great I felt.

  The sun shone through the window, peaking around a few pine trees. I breathed in, my nose filled with Forrest's scent. I buried my face into the pillow, savoring the warmth. I was in his bed. He must have carried me up here after we made love last night.

  Glorious, passionate, beautiful love.

  I had never experienced such bliss. I had never come so hard or so often before. Forrest was a stud. He knew how to please a woman. A giddy, bubbly joy swelled inside me. Just yesterday I was fleeing Burt, terrified for my life, scared what my destitute future would hold.

  And now I had Forrest.

  I had a new life. Maybe I was jumping the gun. Maybe it was too soon to tell, but last night had been special. I forged a mighty bond with Forrest. I felt it in my heart. In the depths of my soul.

  I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. I wished Forrest was in bed with me, holding me when I woke up. I frowned, wondering where my
lover had wandered off to. Probably to work. He was the Sheriff of Moonrise.

  I wanted to just lie in bed all day, but I had my new job to get to.

  I kicked off the covers and rolled out of bed. I walked naked over to my duffel bag, opening up the green canvas sack to dig out some clean clothe. I pulled on my nightshirt, Forest had brought it back upstairs as well, and slipped out of the bedroom. I vaguely remembered where the bathroom was. I knocked before opening the door—I was sure no one was in there, but Momma raised me to have manners—and slipped in.

  The pipes rattled and gurgled again. Then the spray burst out. I waited for it to get warm before hopping in. It was a quick wash this time, the water waking me up. I ducked my head beneath the water, matting down the tangled mess my auburn hair had become—sleeping with wet hair, or having sex with it, was never a good idea. It would take forever to comb out the snarls. Okay, the sex was worth all the tangles. I leaned against the shower wall, just enjoying the hot water running down my body and tried to make sense of what happened yesterday.

  And I don't mean making love to Forrest. That made all kinds of sense to me.

  Christian.

  What did he want? He had said such crazy things.

  “What was kismet?” I muttered aloud.

  When he spoke about it, he sounded like he was talking about fate.

  “And why did he think I was drawn to this town?” Moonrise was a place for me to flee to. I could have chosen a hundred different small towns to end up at. I would probably have gone farther if I had another twenty bucks, but Moonrise was as far as my money would carry me. Sure it had a pretty name, but that wasn't the whole reason.

  Why was he obsessed with me?

  And what was up with the strange, yellow lights. I was so tired yesterday. I was sure I had to be hallucinating. There's no way he could have been casting a spell. Right? Magic wasn't real. I was panicking and exhausted. I was on the verge of passing out. I probably was half-dreaming while he attacked.

  “And how did he hurt Forrest?” I tried to remember if Christian had a weapon. He never brandished one when he attacked me. And I think he would have. He was trying to kidnap me or...