Fox, Morgan - Tempted by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Moonlight Shifters 2

MORGAN FOX

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

Jonah smiled as his eyes found the perfectly round globes of Brie’s ass, a cock-swelling sight. A rumble flared deep in his chest while watching her reach up, arms extended above her head, stretching her curvy body. She rose to her tiptoes, holding a crystal vase in her hands.

His gaze followed the splendid curves of her breasts, down a narrow waist and full hips. Licking his lips, biting back a growl, he didn’t want to move from the sight of her erotic pose, but he couldn’t let her harm herself either. She should’ve asked for help and waited for him to be available to assist her.

But if he had, he wouldn’t have been able to enjoy the pleasure of stumbling upon her perfect body displayed in such a gratifying way. Seeing her this way had his cock hard and ready. Then again, he was always hard and ready to be naked with his precious little vixen, making love to her and enjoying her intoxicating flavor and scent. She aroused even the animalistic beast that lay dormant inside—at least it appeared dormant most days.

Grumbling, he warned, “Don’t even think about it, mate.”

Eyes wide, like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t, she stared back at him. “Don’t think about what?” she wheezed, still stretching her body.

“You know what,” he growled, stepping closer to her, his cock filled with the heat of primal needs. “You could’ve waited for me.”

She returned to placing the vase on top of the entertainment stand as if he hadn’t interrupted her. “Sorry, Babe, but I couldn’t take it any longer. I couldn’t wait another minute to add something a little feminine to this very masculine bachelor pad.”

Clearing his throat, he corrected, “Former bachelor pad.”

She batted her golden lashes at him with a grin. “If you expect me to live in this ‘former bachelor pad,’ there needs to be something that says a woman actually
does
live here. Right now it doesn’t say anything except, ‘where’s the TV, pizza, and beer?’”

The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought the urge to smile at her. He should’ve expected this sooner. They’d lived together for almost a month now, and she hadn’t complained once about his insistence that she move in with him while Sebastian was away. He needed to keep her close for more reasons than Mason Levi, the virus-infected fugitive were-animal that escaped from prison just over a month ago.

He needed her close because the mating heat was ferocious in the beginning. The need to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture and take her fast and furious was like a nail hammering into his skull and boiling water scalding his brain. How his brother, Sebastian, was handling being away from her even for a second amazed the shit out of him.

“I love that you want to add some of your things to our home,” he said, stepping behind her at the base of the three-step stool. Her beautiful, perky ass teased his vision.

She grinned. “Oh really?” She snickered with a hit of sarcasm.

His lengthening canines bit into his bottom lip. He groaned, inhaling her sweet floral scent. “Hell yes,” he snapped out with heat in his gaze. “If this is the sight I can expect each and every time you put a new feminine touch in our home, then I have absolutely no objections.” His warm hands grasped her outer thighs and slowly crept up to her ass. He heard her breath catch. He’d never get tired of feeling the blazing chemistry burn hot between them. “However, I do have one suggestion,” he told her, a smile creasing his lips.

Glancing down at him, she giggled. “And what, may I ask, is that?”

He locked in on her sensual expression. She had to know what he was about to suggest. It was him after all, the man who couldn’t go one full day without some kind of sexual reference to her. Sex with her was all he thought about.

Unable to hide his wicked smile, he revealed, “That you do so naked.”

Taking a few steps down the ladder, she twisted to face him. Licking her lips, she moaned, “I’m sure I can manage that.” She reached her hands out, palms pressed flat against his chest, breathing harder. “But what will you do with me when I am naked?” Her delicate index finger toyed with the collar of his shirt, dipping to his skin, burning him like a branding iron. “Will you simply watch me as I hang pictures, my nipples scraping against the rough canvas, or as I arrange frilly pillows that glide causally over the skin of my arms and breasts? Will you wish to touch me as I drape throws over the sofa and chairs, the soft chenille basking over the flesh of my chest, stomach, and thighs? Will you keep your distance as I elongate and arch my body to add flowers to the top of the bookshelves?”

Her breathy voice sent hot blood pumping straight to his cock. Nuzzling her neck, his voice a husky growl, he teased, “Why don’t I just show you?”

A thunderous roar rumbled from his chest as his arms wrapped around her waist and rear, hands bunching and tightening over the muscles, and he pulled her closer. His swollen cock pressed firmly against her pelvis. Her head lolled to the side. Nipping at the tender flesh on her neck, he couldn’t stop the desire for her from setting his body on fire and becoming an inferno of need and pure, raw hunger. Damn, he wanted her, needed her. Her taste. Her touch. Every fucking thing he could get from her, he demanded.

Brie’s legs wrapped around his hips, and Jonah’s world blurred. Her writhing body tightened around him as he ground his cock against her covered pussy. Damn, those fucking clothes were in the way again. He growled, hating that he wasn’t already buried to the hilt inside her.

If he’d been a selfish bastard, he would have ripped the clothes from her body, shoved his thick cock into her tight, wet pussy, and fucked her so hard and fast, finding his own satisfaction, leaving her breathless and wanting. But he wasn’t selfish. His need to taste her body was too damn much to ignore, as was the need to see her begging and screaming for him to do wicked things to her over and over again.

And he planned to do just that.

Pressing his mouth against hers, he nipped at her lips, licking and sucking them. Holding back his need to ravage her mouth, he groaned, “Baby, I want to be inside you so bad. I feel like I’m burning alive.”

“Me, too,” she cried, sliding her tongue into his mouth once more, flicking her tongue across the tips of his canines. “I’ll never get over the heat that rushes through my body whenever we’re this close to each other. It hurts so good.”

Damn, that was hot, and his cock was harder than it had ever been. His dick was practically punching a hole through his pants.

Her fingers weaved through his wavy, shoulder-length blond hair. Tugging his mouth over hers, their tongues fought for dominance. Pulling back enough that her warm breath glided over his lips, she begged, “God, take me, Jonah. Fuck me. Do it now.”

Gasping, she arched her hips, grinding against his fierce erection.

He held her hard against him, his voice a deep husky sound as he told her, “Soon, baby girl, very soon.”

Claiming her mouth with deep, hungry kisses, she returned the passion, fingers threading through his lush hair. She cradled against him, pulling him harder into the kiss. His tongue dipped between her possessive lips and tasted the sweet and spicy nectar that made him insane.

“Damn, baby.” He sucked on her lip, then drew back from her, staring into her wild Caribbean-blue eyes—a sea of color that always made his heart thunder like pounding drums. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Kissing him fervently, she eased back enough to say, “Don’t wait. I don’t want you to. Take me here. Take me now.”

Her warm breath on his mouth sent a surge of pulsing heat to his cock. He released his hold, and she eased her feet to the floor. Wide-eyed and obviously disappointed, she frowned at him.

“Come with me,” he snarled.

Hands clasped together, he lead Brie up the stairs towards their bedroom. As bad as Jonah craved her, he didn’t want to take her on the floor or on the couch. He wanted to savor her, sample her body like a fine wine, and spend hours worshiping his mate. He would make up for the void in her heart and body he knew she was feeling due to Sebastian’s absence.

Fevered chills took over his body, and he couldn’t deny his needs anymore—waiting to get to the room wasn’t happening. Instead, he pressed her back up against the wall and took her mouth ravenously. At first, there were only light nips of his teeth against her lips, soft and slow, then all consuming and filled with passionate fury.

He took her mouth more aggressively than he ever had before. He groaned against her sensual lips as she took his tongue into her mouth and sucked the tip, gliding up and down, fucking his tongue with her moistened lips.

God, it was so damn good. Everything about her had his heart racing, his blood pumping. The wild, primal urges inside his brain told him to strip her bare and fuck her hard and fast, ensuring she didn’t leave the bed unsatisfied. Or in this case, the wall he currently had her pressed firmly against.

Nailing her against the wall hadn’t been his intention, but now that he had her there, he planned to take full advantage.

“Strip,” he ordered, but not as demanding as Sebastian’s words would’ve been. Jonah’s voice still possessed a level of playfulness he knew she adored.

Wide-eyed, she stared at him. Her sweet little mouth parted slightly. The need burning inside him drew a sharp breath from his chest. He wanted Brie to obey him. Dominating her was never his pleasure. Possessing her body, mind, and soul was, and that was so much more than merely controlling her. He wanted Brie to give herself willingly, perhaps even beg him to possess her. Crave him as intensely as he craved her, hungered for her.

Hot, wild sensations shot to the head of his cock. The beast was waking, and the heat of his body grew from a slow simmer to a rip-roaring boil.

Sucking in a calming breath, he growled, “Brie, do as I ask. I need you. Now!” The raspy rumble of his voice was rougher than he’d intended. The beast inside him was hungrier, needier than ever.

His gaze lingered over the soft, white skin of her shoulders as her blue-gray cashmere sweater slipped from her upper body and down to the floor. The sexy white lace bra she wore had him grinding his teeth and aching to press his mouth to the hardened bead he saw growing more erect by the passing seconds.

Huskily, he ordered, “The skirt, Brie, lose the skirt, or I’ll remove it for you, and I guarantee you’ll never be able to wear it again if I do.”

Without hesitation, she tugged the zipper down. The skirt dropped in place on top of the sweater at her feet. She stood before him in only her bra and matching panties. Stunned by her beauty, Jonah stepped back to look at her, all of her, and sucked in a sharp breath.

God, she was beautiful, breathtaking. How did he get so lucky to be mated with this amazing creature? She held his heart in her sweet little hands, and he doubted she even knew it.

He closed the distance between them, cupping her face in his hands. “I owe you a new bra and panties,” he told her, his voice a deep purr as he nuzzled against the skin of her neck, licking the candy-flavored flesh.

“Why?” she breathed, fingers slipping under his shirt, kneading the taut muscles of his back.

Just as the word parted from her lips, he ripped the fabric from her body, his claws slicing through it like butter. She gasped as his body quickly covered hers, his mouth on her neck, then lower to her breasts, sucking each exquisite nipple into his desperate mouth.

Blowing a warm burst of air over the sweet tips, he grinned, watching them tighten and redden into a delectable berry color. The hard buds begged for attention, so he gladly obliged.

“Jonah,” she cried, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, driving him beyond mad with lust. Tugging at his shirt, she scrambled to remove it.

Unable to deny the beast, he released his hold on her and tore his own shirt from his body, eager to have her hands all over his chest and back, trailing down to his hard, throbbing cock. His heart pounded inside his head. The blood in his veins burned his body as if she had set him on fire.