Fiery Moon Page 8

  And then he went down.

  “Shane,” I moaned as his fingers stroked me. My skin writhed with sensations. They tingled through me. My toes curled into the soft carpet of the hotel room. “Stop teasing me.”

  “But it's such a fun game to play,” he said, his fingers reaching for my crotch. “Will I dip into your panties this time?”

  “Yes,” I hissed.

  “You sure?” His fingers moved lower and lower. They touched my hip, circling my pelvis before descending to my panties waistband.

  “Yes.” My hand shot out and grasped his. I forced his hand into my panties. I moaned as his warm fingers slid across my shaved pudenda to the wet lips of my pussy. “See.”

  He nuzzled up to my ear. “You're cheating.”

  “No rules in love or war,” I answered, my hips undulating. His fingers caressed my folds as my hand kept his pressed against my hot flesh.

  He nipped my earlobe, pulling on it as his fingers stroked up and down my slit. My clit ached beneath his palm. I pressed on the back of his hand, grinding him on my nub. I moaned and shuddered while his other hand wandered higher. He traced up the V of my ribs to my sternum and went higher, dragging his fingers between my cleavage.

  “Such a tease,” I moaned as my hips writhed. I pressed his hand harder against me. “Do I need to grab your other hand and guide it to where it needs to be?”

  His finger stroked the hollow of my throat. “And where should it be?”

  “You know where,” I moaned, undulating harder, the pleasure rippling out of my core. “Do it.”

  His hand moved down and grasped my right breast. I sighed in delight as his fingers kneaded my tit. He brushed my nipple. I panted, loving the stimulation. I ground harder against his hard cock while his fingers pressed into the depths of my pussy.

  “That's it,” I moaned, my head leaning back against his shoulder. “That's how you touch a woman. Oh, yes, just like that.”

  His two fingers probed deep into me. He stirred through my dripping flesh. My toes curled, and I groaned my delight. His other hand slid his fingers to the pinnacle of my breast. He brushed my areola then he found my nub.

  He pinched.

  I moaned.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned.

  “You're so easy to tease,” he whispered. “So easy to drive wild. I love a bold woman.”

  I turned my head and our lips met in a kiss. His fingers pumped faster inside while the digits of his other hand pinched and rolled my nipple. My clit ached against his palm as I humped and undulated. My body moved on its own as the pleasure swelled inside of me.

  His cock was so hard on my ass. My free hand reached behind me and found his boxers. I shoved them down, his cock pressing against my panties. I worked back into him, his dick forcing my panties into my butt-crack. The material caressed my flesh as his hips pumped.

  “Damn,” he groaned, his breath quickening.

  “Mmm, yes,” I moaned.

  “Let me hear you howl. Let me hear you sing to the moon.”

  I stared at the rising moon through the gauzy curtains. It would soon be out of sight. I focused on her silver surface. It enthralled me. A fiery moon shone upon us. My wolf howled. My blood pumped wild through my veins. Snarls and growls escaped my lips. My body trembled.

  His fingers worked their magic.

  I humped harder against his cock. My nipple ached as his fingers rolled it. My clit throbbed and my pussy clenched on his probing digits. The pleasure swelled in me. A taste of the true delight to come. I tossed back my head and my back arched as my climax surged through me.

  “Shane,” I snarled. “Shane, yes.”

  His fingers shoved into my spasming depths. My come surged hot through me. I whimpered as I trembled in his arms. He held me, so strong, as I convulsed. I breathed in the bliss. I loved how it flowed through every part of me.

  And then it left me.

  I spun around and kissed him. His fingers, wet with my passion, slid around my hips, leaving a tangy trail as he grasped my ass through my panties. His dick pressed into my crotch. I didn't fight as he walked me to the bed.

  I threw myself back onto the bed in a fall of blonde hair and bouncing breasts. The springs squeaked. I stretched out on it, rubbing my thighs together as he stared down at me, still half-dressed, his cock jutting out of his boxers.

  Dark and dusky and so hard.

  I licked my lips and purred as he stripped himself. He pulled off his silk shirt, revealing that dark, muscular body. His hands ran down his stomach, caressing his abs on their way to his boxers. I squeezed my thighs together, hard, my pussy ready for another come.

  “That's it. Mmm, my sexy tiger. Strip naked and come fuck me.”

  “When I'm done teasing you.”

  “Oh, you've teased me enough. I am ready for you.”

  “But I'm still having fun.” He stood straight and naked, tall and muscular. I loved the way the moonlight splashed about his caramel skin. “The game's not over.”

  “Then come feast on me.”

  He snarled as he pounced on me. His feral prowess washed over me. God, he was so strong and perfect. My wolf howled inside of me, begging me to imprint. My mate stood before me and I was too afraid of being hurt to seize him. To make us one. No more one-night stands. No more trawling through the miners and the outdoorsmen who passed through Moonrise.

  My mate. My tiger shifter who would love me always. I wanted it so badly. He was so strong. An alpha tiger. My wolf yearned for such a strong mate. To be loved and protected, to hunt and live and love with him.

  His hands touched my thighs. The wolf leaped inside of me. I lifted my eyes to the ceiling, breaking away from his gaze. I couldn't let the imprint try to form. He would only reject it. We couldn't be a couple. We only had a few short weeks left.

  Just focus on tonight. On the now. Don't worry about the—

  His lips kissed my calf. I groaned as the shiver raced up my thigh. My pussy itched and I squirmed, parting my legs for him as he kissed at my ivory flesh. His swarthy hands stroked up and down my legs, teasing me as his lips climbed higher.

  I so wanted to look. It was so hard to keep my wolf chained. I didn't want to. I wanted to let my wolf be free. I bit my lip and humped my hips as the liquid heat swelled in my pussy. Fresh juices flooded out, stirred by his wonderful lips and nipping teeth. He kissed and nibbled his way up to my knee. His tongue licked out, bathing my flesh.

  I squealed when he nuzzled into the back of my knee, the ticklish delight curling my toes and making my back arch. My hands found my breasts, squeezing them as he kissed higher and higher, working his way up my inner thigh.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I purred over and over as he neared my pussy. “Devour me, Shane. I love your lips on me.”

  “A man always loves to hear his praises sung,” he growled. His teeth nipped my flesh before he kissed higher. “Keep talking. Say everything you want me to do to you.”

  “I want you to rip my panties off,” I moaned. “I want those delicious fingers to part my labia wide open so you can bury your tongue into my depths. I want you to lick me so hard. I want your tongue to explore every crevasse.” The heat in my pussy swelled as I talked. “I want your tongue to bring me to the edge of coming, then I want you to move on to my clit. Touch it. Caress it. Slow at first, driving me more and more wild. I'll be gasping and panting and begging to orgasm. Then you'll suck on my clit. You'll nip it.

  “You'll make me howl.”

  “I like that,” he said, his lips nearing the soaked gusset of my panties. “Mmm, you know how to inspire me.”

  “Good,” I moaned. “I want to inspire you to fuck me so hard. I want you to take me and make me explode.” Then I almost shouted: I want you to be my mate. Let the imprint form between us. Don't reject it. Then we'll be together. We'll be mates and lovers and it will be perfect.

  But I didn't.

  He kissed me right on the crotch of my panties. My pussy burst with sensations. His tongue
pressed my cloth into my depths. I closed my eyes and growled, humping against him, ready to be devoured.

  Instead, he sprang up my body and grasped my breasts, dislodging my hands. He squeezed both of them, my nipples waving above the mounds. So pink and hard. His tongue licked my right, a quick, teasing flick that made my back arch and press my panties into his stomach. Then he darted to the left nipple and sucked it into his mouth for a heartbeat.

  “Shane,” I moaned in frustrated delight as his lips engulfed my right nipple. He sucked hard and his teeth nipped me. “No, no. My pussy. I need your lips down there.”

  “I know exactly where you need my lips,” he growled. Our eyes met. They were so dark, so passionate.

  So loving.

  My wolf surged forward. I squeezed my eyes shut before the imprint could form. No, no, no. I moaned through clenched teeth as he sucked and nibbled on my left nipple. The sensations rippled through my body. I humped my pussy against him, my clit throbbing against my panties as the pleasure built inside of me.

  God, he was too sexy for me. He would break my heart if I wasn't careful. A part of me didn't care. A part of me wanted to take the chance he wouldn't break my heart, that Macy was absolutely wrong about him.

  My fingernails clawed into his shoulders as he loved my nipples. They bit deep as I warred within myself. The pleasure trembled through me. He sucked and nibbled, going back and forth between my nubs while his fingers kept stroking my breasts and areolas. Every little sensation swelled through me.

  “Shane,” I panted. “Please, please, my pussy. I need to...”

  “To what?” he growled between sucks. “To come?”

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  He gave me such a bold, confident smile before he nipped my left nipple. I gasped and shuddered. His fingers pinched and rolled my right. He stretched the nub, not painfully, but enough for me to groan in delight. My blonde hair tossed about the pillow as he kept teasing and pleasing me.

  He was so good. My breasts felt alive. An orgasm swelled inside of me. Could he make me come just from breast play? I didn't think it was possible, but if any man could, it was him. It had to be him. He was so wonderful.

  “Shane, yes. Keep playing with my nipples. Mmm, yes.”

  He grinned but said nothing as I surrendered to his touch. My pussy clenched and my body trembled. I locked my thighs about his torso, humping my clit against his rock-hard abs through my panties—I drank in every bit of stimulation I could.

  The pleasure swelled through me. My eyes widened as he engulfed as much of my right nipple into his mouth as he could. He swallowed it and my areola, his tongue circling my flesh as he sucked. I bucked.

  And came.

  I howled his name as the short, hot orgasm rippled through me. It was wonderful and amazing. He made me come with just my tits. What an amazing beast. My fingernails bit so hard into his flesh. I smelled a hint of blood.

  He made no complaint but only worshiped my tit.

  “Damn,” I groaned. “Damn, you are amazing, Shane.”

  He lifted his lips as the pleasure dwindled. “I know.” He leaned up and kissed me on the lips. I stroked his face, my eyes closed hard. The wolf lurked inside of me. She so wanted to imprint him. So did I, but I had to stay in control of her.

  “I need to feast on you,” growled Shane as he rolled off of me onto his back. “Sit on my face. I love to eat a woman out like that.”

  “Yes,” I hissed.

  I moved to him. His hands seized my hips. His fingers hooked my panties' waistband. He ripped the skimpy lingerie off of me, tossing the useless scrap away. I purred in delight, gripping the headboard of the bed as I settled down on his face. His hands grasped my ass as he stared up at me. My breasts shook as I undulated my hips, holding my pussy a few inches above his mouth.

  “Devour me,” I moaned.

  Shane did. I threw back my head, my blonde curls bouncing as I ground on his hungry, wonderful mouth. My fingers gripped the bed's headboard, my knuckles going white, as the bliss flooded out of my pussy, churned by that wonderful tongue. The wolf surged inside of me. It howled out of me as my tiger feasted.

  His hands reached around and squeezed my ass. Strong fingers. They dug deep into my flesh. My head swam from the ecstasy. The bed creaked as I squirmed. My clit throbbed as it bumped his flesh. He drove me wild.

  He had to be the one. My mate. He loved me. I could feel it in him. The wolf in me wanted to be his bitch. Let the imprint form. Look down into his eyes.

  “No,” I groaned.

  “No, what?” he asked, stopping his licks.

  “Nothing, nothing. Just keep licking. Just keep devouring me.” I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling. Too afraid to look down. He would reject the imprint and ruin this night. “Make me come!”

  “Gladly.” His fingers dug into my ass. “Mmm, what a sweet feast to enjoy.”

  I let out a throaty laugh as he licked again. “Oh, I'll drown you in my sweet juices.”

  The juices flowed out of me. I gasped and moaned, my hips out of control, bucking and writhing. His tongue caressed the folds and crevasses of my sex. He flicked my clit. He drove me wild. The pleasure built in my core. Small waves, previews of the true delight to come, flooded out of me. My nipples tingled as my tits heaved before me.

  So good. The headboard creaked as I shuddered. I leaned back farther, spine arching, pulling on the headboard as he feasted. His tongue probed into the depths of my pussy while his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. He loved devouring me. My juices. My spicy musk perfumed the hotel room, stronger than the potpourri.

  “That's it. Ooh, yes, you're such a hungry tiger. Devour me. Come on. Make me come! Make me howl! I need it.” My voice was throaty and low, almost a growl. I shuddered again, my pussy clenching as his tongue fucked in and out of it. “Give me my release. Come on. Make me howl. Make me your bitch.”

  I wanted to be his bitch so badly. His mate. To love him and run with him and hunt with him for—

  I drowned those thoughts and concentrated on his tongue licking, teasing, pleasing me. It was bold, exploring me everywhere. He teased me. He nibbled and tongued. His lips found my clit. He sucked so hard I thought I would be pulled into his mouth. My nub throbbed.

  The pleasure was exquisite.

  It shot through me. I gasped and groaned. My eyes fluttered against the bliss. I panted and moaned as I squirmed on his hungry mouth. I licked my lips, eyes rolling back into my head. He was so wonderful. Amazing.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I howled. “Devour me. My tiger.”

  “My wolf.”

  The words sent me over the edge into ecstasy. His wolf. I howled out my passion. It rose from the depths of my body and burst out of me as I quivered on him. My pussy convulsed hard. The headboard creaked in complaint as I pulled on it, wood groaning. The bed squeaked. Pleasure roared through my body as my juices flooded his mouth.

  He drank them down. I flew high on my orgasm, howling to the fiery moon shining down on us. The come filled me with rapture. Fireworks detonated in my mind, celebrating this joy. My tiger pleasured me. He devoured me. My heart thudded in my chest as the bliss gripped my mind.

  His tongue kept licking me. Stirring me. Prolonging bliss. Extending ecstasy.

  I ground on him as the waves of passion rolled through my body. I humped and smeared my pussy on his face. I ground on him and gasped over and over as the bliss shuddered through me. It was wonderful. Amazing. I never wanted it to stop flooding through me.

  I licked my lips as I ground on him, trembling. My head twisted, staring down at his caramel body. So delicious and sexy. His cock throbbed thick and hard, rising from his groin. My mouth felt so empty as I ground on him.

  “Yes,” I groaned as another ripple of delight flooded me. “Oh, you naughty tiger. Eat me. Mmm, you're making me so hungry.”

  I stared at that dick, licking my lips. Then I twisted around. He grunted in surprise, gasping my name before I settled back down on his hungry lips. H
is hands stroked my thighs as I fell across his dark body, pressing my ivory breasts against his warm-brown stomach. My nipples tingled as my hands grasped his cock.

  “Mmm, I am starving,” I purred as I stroked him. He throbbed in my hand, beating with his heart.

  His fingers dug into my thighs. “Then feast, wolf. Satiate your hungers. It's why we're here.”

  I let out a throaty laugh that turned into a squeal as he licked up my slit. His tongue slid through my folds, so wonderful and delicious. I let out a purring moan and shuddered. I leaned down and licked up his shaft, savoring the salty flavor of his skin and the texture of his shaft on my tongue. I reached the wrinkled tip, flicking about it, gathering his precum.

  “Veronica,” he snarled, his tiger growling in his voice. “Feast.”

  My tongue flicked around his tip as his hands moved up my thighs and gripped my ass again. I squirmed on him, pressing my pussy into his licking tongue while my nipples rasped on his muscular stomach. My tongue swirled about the tip of his cock, teasing him, driving him wild. His tonguing grew faster, his fingers squeezing.

  I loved it. My tiger.

  My tongue circled up his cock to the very tip. I probed at the slit, gathering more of his precum while his tongue flicked through my folds. He growled and groaned. Then I opened wide and popped just the tip of his cock into my mouth.

  And sucked.

  “Veronica!”

  I loved hearing him growl my name. Another orgasm built in me as I sucked and bobbed my mouth on his cock. I let it fill my mouth, savoring the flavor while he lapped furiously at my pussy, trying to devour me, eager to make me come again.

  I took more and more of his cock into my mouth with each bob until he brushed the back of my throat. Then I drew up his shaft slowly, savoring his moans as I sucked so hard, my cheeks hollowing. He growled in agonized delight, his back arching beneath me, pressing his stomach into my breasts and hard nipples.

  “Veronica. Naughty wolf.”

  Our skin rubbed together as we both squirmed, our pleasure building. I loved the intimate contact. The feel of him beneath my body. I swirled my tongue about the tip of his cock before I bobbed my way down it again. His tongue dove into my pussy, swirling, teasing, driving me wild while my clit rubbed against his chin.