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

“I need your hands on me, Brie.” He clasped hold of her face and captured her mouth with his, plunging his tongue deep. Against her lips, he groaned, “Don’t stop touching me.”
        

She did as he asked. Her fingers and palms trailed over his chest, abs, and lower. God, yes, lower. He wanted her hands gripping his cock, stroking him as he made sensual love to her breasts, nipples, and sweet vanilla skin, licking and sucking until he heard her breath catch.

Hours of agonizing pleasure were in store for his little mate.

Ravenous for her succulent flavor, he caught the scent of her arousal, the sharpness filling his nostrils as he inhaled, taking every bit of it into his body. She was turning him into an erupting volcano of lust and passion. His mind foggy with desire, he nipped at her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth. She moaned, rubbing her hands down his back, cupping the muscular globes of his ass.

Jonah dropped to his knees and planted a sensual kiss to her belly.

“What are you doing?” Brie gasped, her hands tangled in his hair.

Glancing up, his lips molded into a wicked grin for his mate. “What do you think I’m doing, or should I say, about to do?” Before she had a chance to respond, his tongue pressed past the folds of her pussy, gliding over her clit.

“Oh yes,” she cried, her head lolled back against the wall. “Oh yes, Jonah. Don’t stop, that feels...Oh God, it feels so good.”

One fierce stab of his tongue between her legs and he demanded more access to her sweet little cunt. Raising her leg to rest over his shoulder, he parted the folds with this thumbs and dove his tongue in with a vengeance, licking and sucking at the tender bud.

“Damn, you taste incredible,” he groaned, inhaling the spicy sweetness of his mate’s sex. “I’ll never get tired of eating your pussy, tasting your cum. I want it on my tongue as often as possible, just like I want your wet tightness surrounding my cock as I fuck you, Brie. And damn how I want to fuck you.”

She cried in a low, husky purr, “Do it, Jonah. Fuck me. Do it now.”

Licking her pussy over and over again, he pulled away only to say, “Patience, Brie.”

She moaned roughly, fingers woven in his hair, ripping his head back to stare into his eyes. “Fuck patience, Jonah. I want your cock, and I want it now.”

“That’s just the mating heat talking. There’s more to it than just fucking, Brie.”

His heart was fracturing for her. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, and just ramming his cock into her body until they came was not what he wanted for them. She needed the intimacy of their joined bodies. The bond they shared. They both did, especially with Sebastian’s absence, but denying her was nearly impossible to do.

“I don’t care, Jonah. I’m hurting. I hurt all over—my body, my heart, my soul. Don’t deny me, Jonah. I need it now. Please,” she whimpered.

He swallowed back his own needs the moment he saw her eyes fill with tears. All that mattered to him was making her happy. Whatever she needed, wanted, he would do for her. Always would. He rose to his feet, lifted her into his arms, and walked her to the bed.

Cradling her face in his hands, he kissed her lips, nose, and forehead, he asked, “Promise me we’ll take our time later tonight. That we’ll love each other as we really should. No more rushing.”

Kissing him back, she promised, “I will. I promise. We’ll take our time later, but right now I need you, Jonah. I feel like I’ll die if you’re not inside me soon. I feel like I can’t breathe unless you’re touching me everywhere. Don’t make me wait any longer. Please.”

Jonah’s fingers quickly unbuckled his belt, slid his pants down his muscular thighs, and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.

“Are you ready, Brie? Are you nice and wet?”

“Yes, Jonah, I’m so wet. Now fuck me, damn it!” There were no more tears in her eyes, just lust, desire, and passion. And love. So much love it pressed against his skin, reminding him why he couldn’t live without her.

Grinning at her desperate pleas, he chuckled. “You got it.”

He positioned his cock at the slick entrance of her pussy and shoved his thickness inside her. The tight sheath surrounded him, and he drew in a sharp breath. Damn, this was his favorite part of making love to her—the moment their bodies joined and she swallowed his cock into her warm, tight body.

There was nothing more perfect than the feel of her breath on his skin, the warmth of her touch. Nothing else but Brie could make his body purr and scream at the same time. She was a goddess, one he intended to worship forever.

Rocking his hips forward, he plunged in and out of her pussy over and over again with slow, controlled strokes that quickly became fast, rapid poundings. Holding her legs over his forearms, he leaned forward, arching his hips to fill her body completely. The tip of his cock slammed against her cervix, and she whimpered. The blurring line between pleasure and pain was a delicious treat she loved, and he knew this from her unrelenting moans and cries.

Her body quivered around him. She was close. He could feel the walls of her pussy clamping down around his cock, sucking him in deeper.

She moaned again, her head thrashing from side to side on the bed. He held her tight in his arms, his hips a constant drum pounding deep into her body. Suddenly, her body erupted into an explosion of ecstasy. Her slick honey flowed around his cock, her fingers and nails digging into the flesh of his back. Her breathy cries against his skin as she came around his dick made his chest fill with satisfaction. The beast inside him roared. He loved making her come.

Fucking her harder and faster, riding the intensity of her orgasm, he pumped in and out of her, drilling her with everything he had left. Sucking in a deep breath, he felt the onset of his own release. His balls drew up tight as the fire from his belly filled his mind and body. A wild groan fled from deep within his chest, eyes rolling back into his head, and he filled her body with hot semen. Never had he experienced a wilder orgasm then when he made love to Brie. His mate, his lover...forever.

Collapsing on the bed next to Brie, he pulled her body up against his, and cradled her within the warmth of his arms. Catching his breath, he inhaled against her hair. The soft scent of her jasmine shampoo filled his nostrils. He pressed a kiss to her hair, drinking in her beauty, loving the feel of her closeness.

A wave of something strange passed over him like he’d just been punched in the gut. Brie nuzzled against his chest, and he realized the strange feelings he experienced were coming from his mate. Without asking, he had a pretty good idea Brie was missing Sebastian, and no matter how much he loved her, cared for her, or how often he made love to her, she wouldn’t be complete until he returned. That was the way of things, especially with alphas and their mates.

Jonah cradled her face in his hands and pressed gentle kisses to her damp cheeks. He asked, “What is it, sweetheart?”

Through shuddering breaths, she shared, “I’m worried about Sebastian.” She choked back a sob, her body trembling in his arms. “If the heat is affecting us this way, then what is happening to Sebastian? Would he cheat on me? Would he find satisfaction in the arms of another woman?”

Jonah’s eyes widened, his heart clenched tight in his chest. His heart told him that his brother would never want another woman like he wanted Brie. But the mating heat in the beginning was a maddening fury that could take any sane man and drive him to the brink of insanity. Jonah could only imagine what pain Sebastian was enduring. He half expected at any moment to have the big lug come bursting through that door to find Brie and claim her as only a savage alpha male could do.

“Brie, you have to trust Sebastian. He would never knowingly hurt you, and you made it clear that you were not willing to share.” He smiled, trying his best to make her do the same. “Sebastian is one of the strongest men I’ve ever known, and if he thought for one moment he couldn’t handle the separation, he would be back in a moment’s notice.” He stroked her face with his thumbs, kissing the tip of her nose and forehead. “Stop worrying about him. He’s fine, I’m sure of it.”

Jonah hated lying to Brie. If he understood anything about being a werewolf, it was the need to be with his mate, the fire that burned inside him each and every moment of every day. The instinct to bond created a burning torment that drove any wolf beyond reason.

He knew Sebastian must be in serious pain. The need for Brie would certainly be driving Sebastian to near madness, but he had to trust that Sebastian knew what he was doing for all their sakes.

His one hope was that the stubborn bastard would call him if he ever needed him. He’d be there for his brother—no matter what, even if it was to bring Brie to him, but it had already been several weeks and Sebastian hadn’t called. No wonder Brie was an emotional mess.

Under his breath, Jonah whispered, “Damn it, Sebastian, where the hell are you?”