Love's Protection (Passion Moon 3): (A Shifter, Supernatural Romance) (3 page)

I drew out his dick, stroking him with my fingers. Forrest's heartbeat pulsed up his shaft. His life. His love. Forrest's kiss grew fiercer. His tongue shot into my lips. I moaned into the kiss as I stroked him. My hand slid up and down his shaft. I teased the tip with my thumb.

Forrest shuddered as my thumb smeared the precum around his crown. He growled into my kiss. His tongue shoved into my mouth. I kissed back with equal passion, my hand stroking faster. Another car drove by, illuminating the interior for a moment.

I should be embarrassed, but right now I didn't care. I was loving my werewolf mate. My alpha lover. My mouth watered. I squeezed his shaft. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to please him and make him happy. That was love. Wanting your partner to be happy. Forrest always gave me such pleasure, so I always tried to give him an equal heaping of my loving.

“Kotie,” Forrest growled as I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock.

It was tight in the car. I twisted onto my side, ignoring the discomfort. It was worth it to make my hunky werewolf happy. My tongue swirled about the crown of his dick. His salty passion coated my tongue. I savored the flavor as my lips engulfed him.

Forrest let out a happy growl, his hands stroking my auburn ponytail as I worked my lips up and down his shaft. My hands reached into his boxers, finding his heavy balls. I massaged them, working them between my fingers as I loved my werewolf's shaft.

I sucked and hummed as I bobbed up and down his shaft. His hips shifted as his pleasure grew. His growls grew louder. I knew those sounds. His passion was building. I massaged his balls, full of his tasty come.

“Wonderful, Kotie,” he snarled. “You're amazing.”

I was. I smiled around his shaft, losing my rhythm for a moment. I regained it, my fingers playing with his balls, massaging them, eager for his treats. I bobbed faster and faster, my cheeks hollowing as the itch returned between my thighs.

I didn't know why sucking his cock was so sexy, but it always made me wet.

I squeezed my thighs, relieving the ache on my clit. Two more cars passed right after each other, painting bright light through the cab. Did they see what we were doing? My itch grew at the idea they saw us. Maybe it was a young couple and they would be inspired by our passion and would share their love with each other.

“Kotie. I'm gonna come,” Forrest growled.

I moved up his cock until only the tip remained between my lips. I sucked as my tongue caressed his tip. I was ready for his flood. He howled as he came, letting out his wolfish passion. Hot, salty come flooded my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring the creamy texture.

“Damn, Kotie,” Forrest panted as the tide dwindled.

I sat up, licking my lips. Forrest caught me in a hungry kiss, his right hand stroking my cheek. “I think we can make it home now,” I grinned.

“We can try,” he laughed. “You still smell intoxicating.”

I sat back, squirming at the itch growing molten between my thighs. “I can wait. Barely.” I flashed him a grin.

Forrest maybe drove a little over the speed limit on the way home. He was a cop; he knew how to aggressively drive. My light spell had worn off, and the dark mountain whizzed past us as we snaked down the roads. I was completely lost in the dark. Everything seemed so strange at night. Foreign, but not frighting. What could scare me when I was with Forrest?

The thought of our children filled my mind. I pictured a girl with auburn hair and a son with a black mane—the ultimate proof of our love. I was going off the pill. I wanted a child, a piece of my mate to love.

Neither of us were raised by our parents. I barely knew my mother, and Forrest grew up with foster parents. He didn't like to speak of them. They had died when he was a young man. He didn't know his real parents at all. They were probably wolf shifters. Well, one of them had to be.

I stroked my stomach and made a promise to my future children: Forest and I would be there for you.

Gravel crunched beneath the tires when Forrest turned the SUV onto the winding driveway that ran up to our house. It had been Forrest's house, but I had spent the last three months transforming it into our house. It had a rustic feel I liked, but lacked a lot of the little touches that made it into a cozy home. Thanks to the tips I made waitressing at the Moon Tear Roadhouse—the miners were generous with their money—I had bought some new furniture to replace the eclectic collection Forest had gathered. Like many bachelors, his furniture came from friends, garage sales, and thrift stores.

I had also worked on the outside of the house. We had spent our weekends planting flowers and new shrubs to brighten up the place. Forrest didn't complain...much. He grumbled a little, but he also had to do most of the hard work. But he was so sexy when he worked, so I did reward him with passionate sex.

I learned just how bad potting soil can stain. I lost a good blouse last weekend when Forrest took me between planting the fuchsias.

Thinking such naughty thoughts only made the heat between my thighs burn white-hot. Forrest and I were kissing before we made it to the door, our hands roaming all over each other. He pressed me against the front door, his hands squeezing my plump rear while I ground on his hardening bulge.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, fishing my keys out of my jeans. It was so hard to try to insert the key into the lock as he kissed me. I pushed him back, breathing heavily, and turned around to face the door. Forrest seized my hips, pulling me against him as I fumbled with the lock.

“If you don't hurry, I'll just take you on the porch,” he growled in my ear.

“I just might let you,” I moaned as I struggled to get the key into the lock in the dark. I wished my light spell was still active so I could see.

The key slipped in. The lock twisted. The front door sprang open. We fell inside our house. Forrest pulled me into the living room, his fingers working at the fasteners of my jeans. I managed to hit the light switch before I was pushed down on the couch.

“Forrest,” I moaned as he knelt before me. His fingers unsnapped my jeans. I lifted my butt as he worked them off my hips.

“I've been smelling your excitement the entire way home,” he growled. “I need a taste, Kotie.”

“Mmm, anytime,” I moaned as my jeans bunched around my ankles.

My excitement tickled my nose. I had soaked through my panties. A dark spot marred the red cloth. Forrest loved red undergarments. The wolf in him went wild. He ripped them down my thighs, his eyes golden. I shuddered as he buried his face between my thighs and licked.

“Yes!” I gasped as his hungry tongue whipped through my folds.

My breasts heaved as Forrest devoured me. I pulled off my shirt, my breasts contained by my matching, red bra. I reached behind my back, finding the clasp and freeing my tits. I threw the bra to the floor before pinching my small, hard nipples.

Forrest devoured me. He always loved to eat my pussy. He loved the taste and scent of my excitement. Tangy musk perfumed the air. I squirmed on the Afghan covering the couch—the blanket was easier to wash than the couch cushions. Forrest always made me so wet, I would leave a stain behind.

And tonight was no exception. My pleasure shuddered through me as he licked and nuzzled. His fingers reached beneath my rear to clench my cheeks. His rough fingers  kneaded my ass, pulling me tighter against his mouth.

My toes curled in my boots. “Yes, Forrest!” I moaned as the pleasure swelled inside of me.

His lips pressed deep into my folds. His tongue thrust into my pussy's tunnel. He swirled around, teasing my walls. The nerve endings erupted in pleasure, shooting bliss through my body. I bucked and shuddered into his lips.

“So good,” I groaned. “Oh, yes! Keep loving me, Forrest!”

I rolled my nipples with my fingers, adding a small spice to the pleasure. My nipples' bliss were mere drops compared to the flood of rapture churned by Forrest's tongue. His fingers kneaded my rear, exploring and dipping into my crack. His tongue flicked up, brushing my clit.

My hips bucked. “Yes!” I moaned as a small come washed through my body.

Forrest kept attacking my clit, prolonging the pleasure. I squirmed and moaned. My gasps echoed through our living room. His lips latched onto my clit. He sucked. The pleasure burned hotter through me. A second come burst through my body.

Stars danced before my eyes. My breasts heaved as he pleasured me. The bliss never stopped. The waves rolled one after the other through me. “Forrest, yes!” I gasped as he gave me rapture.

A finger brushed my sphincter. He teased the puckered ring. Hot pleasure shot through me as he sank the tip of his finger into my tight depths. I bucked my hips as he worked deeper and deeper into me, the dual sensations mixing in my pussy.

A large orgasm rippled through me. My pussy clenched as Forrest pleasured me. I loved the bliss. I loved the pleasure. But I missed Forrest. I wanted him in me. On top of me. I wanted his strong arms holding me as our bodies heaved together.

“Fuck me, Forrest!” I gasped. “I'm ready! Oh, yes! I need you in me!”

Forrest snarled as he rose, his fingers working on the buttons of his jeans. Still shuddering from my orgasms, I kicked off my cowboy boots and jeans. Forrest's muscled torso came into view, the wolf head medallion I had made for him dangling against his chest. He was chiseled from stone. Barbed wire tattoos ran across his body. They were magical and tinged with red. They helped to constrain his wolf. Forrest had a powerful wolf. He had lost control when he was young. The tattoos let him keep control. The redder the tattoos became, the closer he was to the wolf.

I believed my father had given him the tattoos. Forrest called the man the Traveler. He had green eyes. The Traveler had imbued Forrest's tattoos and sent him to Moonrise to protect the Moon Tear Spring from being abused. Forrest formed a pack and spent the last decade protecting the spring and Moonrise.

But that really didn't matter now. I was on fire. I needed Forrest in me. My pussy clenched as he pulled down his pants. His cock jutted out hard, throbbing, aching to be in me. My thighs parted as I stretched out on the couch.

“Take me!” I moaned.

“Yes!” Forrest growled.

He was on me. His hands stroking my body. I shuddered at his strong touch as he settled his weight atop me. My hands found his shaft. I stroked him and guided him to my burning depths. His lips kissed mine, stained with my tangy excitement. I savored the flavor as he drove into my depths.

I moaned in delight as he stretched me.

My pussy exulted. Pleasure rippled through me as he buried into me. I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his broad back as our bodies moved together. My hips undulated, matching his rhythm. My clit throbbed every time I brushed his pubic bone.

“My Kotie,” he growled as he rocked on me. His right hand stroked my side, brushing the bottom of my breast before sliding down to squeeze my rear and stroke my thigh. His touch left fire burning along my skin.

I held him tight. My nipples rubbed against his strength. The couch groaned as we made love. Golden hearts danced about us, the Love spirits celebrating with us. The wolf head medallion rubbed between my breasts, growing warm from the Love spirits' excitement. I had enchanted it with my protection, and our love making always seemed to renew the Love spirits imbued in the metal.

His thick shaft stabbed in and out of me. His hips moved faster. My flesh clung to him. I squeezed down on his invading cock. I loved it when he was in me. We were complete. United. We weren't married yet, but that didn't change what we were—mates.

Forrest growled as his hips sped up. I bucked up, meeting his thrusts. My pussy was eager for another come. The pleasure built, churned by his shaft. My clit brushed his pubic bone, adding sparks. They swelled, building on each other. My body trembled.

“Forrest!” I moaned, my fingers biting into his back as my climax burst through me.

My sheath convulsed about his flesh. I shuddered beneath him. I gasped and groaned. I held him tight. I wanted this moment to last forever. I ground my clit into him as I clutched onto my pleasure as fiercely as I held onto my mate.

It didn't last. My pleasure faded, leaving behind a buzzing warmth. Forrest's cock stirred through me. He sped up, his growls growing louder. He nuzzled and sucked at my neck. My tattoo prickled as his barbed wire grew red. Magic hummed in the air.

“Come in me,” I moaned. “Let's practice making a baby!”

Forrest growled louder. He was almost the wolf. His thrusts grew faster, harder. My pussy ached. It was wonderful, mixing with the pleasure. His cock slammed into my depths while his meaty balls slapped into my flesh.

“Kotie!” he howled as he drove into me.

The hot flood of his come washed through me. I shuddered, wishing I was already off the pill and ovulating. I grabbed his short, black hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Our lips locked as his pleasure pumped into me.

Our kiss grew gentler as we relaxed, savoring the afterglow. His lips nuzzled up to my ear. “I love you, Kotie. I can't wait for Saturday.”

I smiled. “Me, either. You are going to howl when you see me in my white dress.”

“I can't imagine how you can be even more beautiful than you already are.”

“I have a few tricks up my sleeves,” I giggled.

My wedding dress was gorgeous. I had one last fitting coming up in a few days. Connie and her mother, Evelyn, were taking care of the final alterations. The dress was just perfect, the bodice covered in pearls, the skirt long, and there was a flowing train. I looked like a princess in it. Excitement buzzed through me.

We still had so much left to do. But that could wait for tomorrow.

For now, I nuzzled with Forrest as the pleasure bled out of us. We exchanged soft kisses and talked about nothing important.

Chapter Three: Chased

I took a shower before heading to bed. It was late, but I needed it. I couldn't go to bed all sticky from our passion. I needed to be clean. The pipes rattled when I turned on the water. Every time I wondered if they would burst. The gurgling grew louder and then the water exploded out. I kept my hair up as I quickly washed. The night was growing late. The excitement had bled out of me and I was feeling the exhaustion.