Bite of the Moon: Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance Boxed Set (38 page)

His mate was clean, and his dick twitched to be inside her. He sat her on the platform, wedging his hips between her legs. Her pussy was right there, glistening with arousal all for him.

“Mate. I like it. No.” He shook his head, water droplets flying. “I love that word. From what I know about wolves, that means life. Right?” His cock poised at her entrance. Her startled gasp had him smiling.

Chapter Seven

Lyric reached out and touched the rough jaw of her mate. He knew about their status. She inhaled and tested the air smelling nothing but truth. It felt wonderful to be able to brush her finger over his skin. The heat of longing rose in both of them, from their connection it increased her arousal.

A wondrous look came into his black eyes. She’d put that look there.

“You gonna do something with that big boy, or you just planning on teasing me?” She gestured toward the twitching dick between her thighs; her fingers brushed the head.

He crowded her, forcing her back against the wall. His dominance didn’t scare Lyric. His cock nudged against her opening, pressing forward and then retreating. He seemed intent on torturing her slowly as he loomed over her, those midnight dark eyes of his staring down as his body took possession of her.

Their bodies welcomed each other, just as their wolves did. She could feel her wolf relaxing, that constant war, an itch to get out after a scary situation, needing a way to burn off the excess energy dissipating under Rowan’s love.

“I love you, Rowan. You don’t have to say it back. For wolves it’s different than humans, but I have to say it or I’ll explode.” She couldn’t stop the words from flowing out of her mouth any more than she could stop a hurricane.

Rowan’s mouth dropped open as if he wasn’t sure what to say or maybe her words had shocked him.

She shook her head, tears clogging her throat. “Please fuck me.”

He pulled out, despite her tight grip around him. “Holy shit, woman. I’m head over ass in love with you.” He punctuated each word with a slam of his cock into her.

She gasped, his actions were so swift and his words so startling she couldn’t protest either of them. The sound of wet bodies slapping increased in tempo. Her eyes watered, ecstasy and happiness combined lighting every inch of her being and making her feel more alive than ever. She wasn’t sure where she began and he ended, but one thing she did know, he was it for her.

He took control as her orgasm washed over her, his mouth latched onto her nipple, making her arch into him. The water pounded around them, but she felt positively sheltered from it, surrounded by him as she was. When he licked her nipple then bit down on the tender flesh, Lyric swore she saw stars behind her closed eyelids, like he knew just what to do to make her body come alive for him.

Holding onto control by a thread, she wanted to feel him coming with her. She pried her eyes open, feeling him swell deep within her as his movements never ceased. His hips slammed back and forth, swiveling, pressing her against the tile, making Lyric feel helpless and small yet protected from the world.

When he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first, she gave up, mini quakes shaking her body. She locked her legs around his waist holding on for all that she was worth.

His big cock pounded inside her, and then he was kissing her. Lips and tongue plundering. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t imagine a time she ever would. She slid her tongue along his, wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved his finger down her stomach.

“You’re so tight, so hot. I want to feel you come around me. Come with me.”

Trapped between the man she loved and the tile wall, she finally felt like she was home. Lyric had found a mate, an accidental mate who loved her and made her feel safe.

Rowan covered her from head to toe, seated to the hilt, he pulled back and thrust back in. Over and over again. His cock rubbed the G-spot inside while his finger brushed her clit. He had her ready, body primed, and her orgasm threatening to go off any moment.

“With you. I want to come with you,” she panted.

His mouth came down on hers again, his tongue seeking entrance, fucking into her mouth in the same rhythm as their bodies. His hands on the cheeks of her ass were almost bruising, forcing her to ride the beat he set up.

Lyric’s nails bit into his shoulders as the pressure built, and finally he pushed her over the edge.

Rowan released her lips, roaring out his own release. She felt his cock stretching her, his semen spilling inside her, and still he stayed seated deep within long after the last of his come had left his body, shudders racking them both.

His hands stroked over her body. “Did I hurt you?”

She felt pleasantly sore and a little weak from exhaustion, but hurt was the last thing she was. “I’m pretty sure I left deep scratches on you, babe.” Her pussy did feel a little stretched but eager for more. Her hand lifted to run across his scalp, she watched his eyes close like a domesticated kitten. She laughed.

“Why are you laughing?” he mock growled.

“I just thought you looked like a sweet kitten.”

Rowan hummed. “Well, I do like to lick cream.” His tongue came out.

Lyric giggled, then whispered his name when he dropped to his knees, placing both of her feet on his shoulders, and proceeded to show her his version of what a kitten would do.

Lying in his large bed, Lyric thought about her best friend, Syn. Their plans had been carefully laid out until Rowan had come barreling in, or out as was the case, the bar door. She wondered what her friend was doing and if she was truly okay with Lyric’s recently mated status.

Rowan stirred, his head rising from her chest. “I must not have done a very good job if you’re awake before me.”

A smile curved her lips. The man had more stamina than a teenage boy. “Trust me, my love, you will hear no complaints from me.”

He stroked his palm down her arm. “Then what has put those frown lines on your forehead?”

She wrinkled her nose at his description. “Puh-lease, don’t tell me I’m getting wrinkles. I was just thinking about Syn.”

Her mate snickered. “Again, I must not be doing a very good job if you’re thinking about someone else in my bed.”

Hiding a smile behind her hand, Lyric ran her thigh up Rowan’s. “Wow, does someone need a little convincing he’s all that and a bag of chips?”

Rowan huffed and rolled to his back, his dick hard as a spike, almost touching his belly button. “It’s not me who needs convincing.”

Lyric knelt, grasping his dick. “Oh, really. Who needs
convincing
?”

“He does.” Rowan nodded at his cock.

She couldn’t help it; she laughed out loud.

“Hey, it’s not my fault. You know most men have two brains. This one and that one.” He pointed at his head and then gripped his hand over hers, showing her the pressure he liked. “However, now I have a wolf inside me. I guess that means I have three.”

Lyric had a feeling Rowan was going to use his manly attributes to his advantage, and she couldn’t wait. She let him lead her hand up and down his shaft, loving how relaxed she was with him already. A drop of pearly fluid beaded on the tip. As she bent to taste his essence, he gripped her hair in his hand and held it back. She turned to watch him while she swiped her tongue across the mushroom-shaped head. His flavor burst across her tongue.

“Mmmm, breakfast in bed.” Lyric licked him.

“Flip around, and we can both enjoy a little snack.”

Her stomach flipped.

“I’ve never done that.” She looked up at Rowan.

* * * *

Rowan could smell her arousal, loved it, and wanted to smell it every day for the rest of his life. He helped her maneuver over him, her perfect pussy pink and wet, her cream dripping down her thighs. He swiped his tongue up her inner leg, capturing as much as he could before moving up to lick at her pussy. His sweet mate took him into her mouth, trying to make him blow, but he was made of sterner stuff.

He let his tongue trace circles around her labia, loving the unique flavor. Her tight cunt constricted as he fucked her with his mouth, her little mewling moans egging him on. He used his thumbs to hold her open, swiping back and forth, licking at her clit in quick yet not quite satisfying motions. Her cries and pleas went straight to his cock.

He’d planned to play with her, to extend their play, however Lyric had other plans. She used her mouth and hands, twisting them in tight fists, taking him to the root, all the way to the soft part at the back of her throat and swallowing.

He pulled her farther down onto his face, spreading her thighs wider so he could fuck his tongue up into her, his chin brushing her clit, sending her hips moving against his face. He pushed her up, dragged the flat of his tongue across her engorged clit, and pressed his thumb against her back hole, pressing down and stimulating the nerves back there.

She was on the edge, her thighs quivering.

He licked her from clit to ass, rubbing his thumb across her anus, knowing she’d never had a man there either, sucking one labia into his mouth and then the other. Pressing one then two fingers into her pussy, curving them up and finding her special spot. He pulled her clit into his mouth, felt the first pulse of her orgasm strum through her, and fucked and sucked until he felt the last twitch of her body. When she stopped squirming against his tongue, face, and fingers, he was surrounded by Lyric. Her taste, her scent, and her body.

His cock was ready to burst, but he was fine with it. His mate, on the other hand, was not.

“Oh, I think you have a boo boo,” his mate murmured, and a gush of air blew across the tip of his dick. He hadn’t even realized she’d released him.

He was ready to come within seconds of her tongue playing with his cockhead. There were no light sucking passes. No, his mate took him straight to the back of her throat and swallowed, her hands balanced on his thick thighs. He couldn’t help but rub his nose in her pussy.

Over and over, she bobbed on his dick, using her tongue like she would if she were riding his cock, fucking him with her mouth. She sucked him down again, and all coherent thought fled his brain.

“Shit, I’m going to…”

Her hand tightened on him, the other gripped his balls. Any chance of pulling out evaporated. Lyric milked him of his seed, drinking him down and then licking him clean.

He felt utterly spent.

Lyric climbed off him, twisting until her head lay on his chest. “Best breakfast, ever.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and then heard her stomach growl. “Come on. I think I can whip us up something else to eat.”

She made him weak in the best way possible. As he watched her get up and saw her wince, he knew he hadn’t been the tenderest of lovers, but he didn’t regret one moment. He’d just take extra care with her today, and tonight. The sparkle in her eyes as she turned to look at him had him hard all over again. “If you don’t quit looking at me like that, I’ll have your ass lubed up and take you there.”

“I’m going to take a quick shower and meet you in the kitchen in five.” She held up her hand.

Heat lit up her features; arousal filled the air. It took everything in him to slip on a pair of sweats and leave Lyric in his bedroom.

Seated at his state-of-the-art kitchen counter was Syn. He looked around, wondering how his mate’s best friend had gotten into his home. The gorgeous woman wore a much more appropriate outfit than she’d had on the night before. Her shapely legs were crossed Indian style on the barstool as she watched him stroll into the room.

“Thank God. I thought you two were gonna fuck like bunnies for days or some shit.” She held a paper cup from one of the local coffee shops in her hand. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t smelled the fresh brew.

“How the hell did you get in?” Rowan pulled the fridge door open. If the woman was there to kill him, he figured she’d already have done it.

Syn sniffed. “Puh-lease, you think your little alarm system could keep one such as I out.”

Whatever else he would have said or asked was lost beneath the feminine squeals. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for whatever trouble his mate and Syn had up their sleeves. The image of the huge man named Bodhi popped into his head. He was a newly mated male after all. Didn’t he deserve a honeymoon or some shit?

“I so don’t like that look, Mr. Shade,” Lyric said.

Syn clapped. “Oh my gawd. We can totally say and mean it while crowd surfing,
Hey, we’re throwing Shade.”

A roaring started in his ears. “There will be no crowd surfing, mate.”

Lyric patted his head. “Yes, dear.”

Rowan grabbed Lyric around the waist, nibbling her neck where he’d marked her. “There will be no more accidents where you’re concerned, if I have anything to say about it.”

The End

About Elle Boon

Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.

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