Venus Moon (2 page)

“I see you every night,” she told him. “I thought for sure you’d get tired of it. Give up.”

“You’re worth waiting for.” He looked down at her. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Liana. I want to kiss you. Is that all right?”

He wanted to yank her into his arms, but he didn’t want to frighten her, either.

She tilted her head. “You don’t mind kissing a wolf?”

“I’m kissing Liana,” he told her. “Whatever form you’re in.”

She breathed a soft sigh and moved into the circle of his arms. Her skin was so soft beneath his hands, like spun silk, her lips the same. He tried to make the kiss gentle, but one touch and heat consumed him like a flash fire. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and when she opened for him, he thrust inside, ready to devour her.

Who’s the wolf here?

He tasted the inside of her lips, the edge of her teeth, the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Sucking at her tongue, he pulled it into his own mouth, tangling with it, sure he’d never get enough. His hands came up to cup her cheeks, tilting her head this way and that to give him a better angle. The heat from the kiss lit up every nerve in his body, clear to his toes, and his cock throbbed with anticipation.

When he lifted his head to look at her, he lost himself in her eyes. Every shade of amber reflected in the moonlight, but it was the mixture of hope and fear that really got to him.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “Ever.”

“I’m afraid,” she said. “But I want you.”

“You never have to be afraid of me. Not for any reason.”

“There’s a heavy quilt on the back porch,” she said in a hesitant voice.

Charlie cocked an eyebrow at her. “You don’t want to go inside?”

She gave him a tentative smile, watching him, judging him. “Wolves like to mate outdoors.”

She was testing him. Could he take her in human form knowing she was wolf? Okay, fine. Whatever she wanted. In seconds, he had the quilt spread out on the grass, the moon lighting up the yard like a spotlight.

Holding her gaze, watching
her
reactions, Charlie stripped off his T-shirt then unzipped his jeans and kicked away both pants and boxers in one movement. His cock sprang free, throbbing with such intensity he was afraid things would be over before he got started.

He took her hand again and knelt on the quilt, tugging her down with him. With his fingertips, he caressed the line of her cheekbones and jaw, touched the pulse beating so hard at the hollow of her throat. When he lowered his hands to brush his fingers across her dark nipples, she gasped and arched toward him. The nipples hardened beneath his touch like diamonds.

Bending his head, he licked at them then briefly took each one into his mouth, sucked it and released it, flicking the tip with his tongue. He hated letting go of them, but he wanted to explore every bit of her body.
Then
he’d go back and do her nipples justice.

His hand continued its journey between the valley of her high, firm breasts, tracing the line of her rib cage, one fingertip twirling in the indentation of her navel. When he slid his hand lower into the softness of her pubic curls, he couldn’t stop himself. He bent his head and trailed the tip of his tongue through them, tugging at them with his teeth.

As his tongue foraged in the curls, his hands caressed her outer thighs, his fingers tracing the line where hip and thigh joined, reveling in the silken feel of her, the pleasure of touching her. When he could hold back no longer, he nudged her legs apart and traced the line of her slit with one shaking finger, terrified that at any moment he’d do something to turn her off and she’d leap away.

But as he probed the dampness of her pussy lips, a small sigh escaped her, and her hips arched toward him. As his mouth continued to travel over the soft curls on her mound, his thumb found her clit and brushed back and forth. Immediately, her cream bathed his fingers where they touched her cunt.

Jesus! She is so responsive!

Emboldened by her reaction, he moved his head until his lips closed over the peak of her clit and he slid one finger into the hot well of her vagina. He thought for sure her heat would burn his fingers. The harder he sucked on her clit, the wetter her cunt grew. She was tight, her inner muscles flexing against him as he added a second finger then a third. When he began to move them rhythmically in and out of her, some part of her unlocked and she forced her hips higher, her head thrashing back and forth on the quilt.

Impatient for the full taste of her, he pulled his fingers free, knelt between her thighs and opened the lips of her pussy. Inhaling her scent, he thrust his tongue inside, fucking her with it in the same motion he would soon use with his cock. With thumb and forefinger, he lightly pinched her clit, tugging on it in cadence with the thrusts of his tongue in and out of her drenched cunt. When the walls of her cunt began to flutter and flex, he stabbed his tongue harder and further into her.

She moaned, choppy little whimpers, her hands fisting in the quilt as her body urged him not to stop.

Her climax crashed through her without warning, shaking her from head to toe. She cried out with her release, and Charlie rode her through it, his tongue never leaving its place inside her, his thumb and forefinger never relinquishing the steady massage of her clit. He held on until the last tiny spasm died away and he felt the tension leave her body. Then he crawled up to cradle her in his arms, his hand stroking her face, his lips pressing lightly on hers.

“Taste yourself on me,” he urged, licking her lips to make them open. “Do you like that? Does it arouse you?”

She looked at him, her amber eyes glittering. “Yes.”

Her own tongue came out, traced a path over his lips, then her mouth opened for his exploration. She hummed against him as their flavors blended, and her hips rolled back and forth. One of her hands came up to stroke his back, and a slim leg curled itself over one of his, pulling him closer against her.

When he drew his head back, they were both panting for air. “You taste like every sweet treat in the world, Liana. I could drink from that little pussy of yours until there wasn’t a drop left, then I’d make you come again and start all over.”

And lord knew, he wanted just that. None of the intense, highly erotic dreams he’d had of her had even come close to the reality, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. He was in danger of losing himself, falling into love as well as lust, and, somehow, the difference between them no longer mattered. He was as entranced by her in wolf form as he was in her human shape.

“But I want to taste you, too,” she protested, her hand drifting toward his groin and his aching erection.

“If you do, I’ll come too soon,” he argued. “I’m so hot for you I’m surprised I can still hold it together.”

“Just let me put my lips around your cock for a minute,” she pleaded. “Let me touch your balls.”

Holy shit! I’m gonna need every bit of self-control I can find here.

But he obligingly rolled onto his back, and Liana sat up and looked at him. From timid and tentative, she’d suddenly become bold and inquisitive. Without preamble, she wrapped her small fingers around his cock, barely able to completely take the girth. Bending her head, she swiped her tongue across the flared head then prodded the slit with the tip of her tongue.

Holy hell!

His hips nearly came off the quilt, and he threaded his fingers through the silken fall of her hair to anchor himself. The lash of her tongue on his shaft was a feathery caress that sent hot and cold shivers racing up and down his spine. When the tip of her small tongue probed into the slit at the center of the head again, he clutched harder at her head, more aroused than he’d ever been in his life.

Finally, after her tongue teased and her fingers cradled his balls, working him into a frenzy, she opened her lips wide and took the length of him into her mouth.

Chapter Two

Liana had been so afraid at first. From the moment she met Charlie Aquino, she felt a magnetic pull that she’d fought and resisted. She knew enough about the disastrous mating of human and wolf. Even though Alexa had found happiness with Jesse, Liana’s first human relationship had nearly destroyed her.

But just being near Charlie, talking to him, aroused her to the point where her nipples were always hard and her panties always wet. What frightened her the most wasn’t just the sex thing. She genuinely
liked
Charlie. Could see the two of them together. And when he’d peeled off his clothes tonight—oh, lordy. He’d taken her breath away.

He was magnificent in his naked glory. Tall and rugged, with muscles as hard as her oak trees and thick hair on his chest as dark as the heavy mane on his head. He wore it long, just past his shoulders, as much because of personal preference as a need to blend in with the gangs he and Jesse were working to bring down. His cock looked enormous in the moonlight, rising majestically from the thick, dark nest of curls at his groin. She could drink in the sight of him forever.

She’d thought long and hard before revealing herself to him in wolf form. Letting him see her shift had been a much bigger step. But he hadn’t run screaming back to his car. Now, here they were, engaged in what promised to be the best sex she’d ever experienced in her life. What would happen after this? Once he thought about it in the light of day, would he be repulsed? Would he shun her?

Pushing the thought from her mind, she bent to her pleasurable task, sucking his cock, feeling the thickness of it as it pushed against the roof of her mouth. His taste was incredible, the skin velvety soft over hard steel, the drops of pre-cum with a delightful salty-sweet flavor. Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them with her fingers, loving the feel of the fine hair on the pleated skin.

He moved so swiftly that before she realized it, his cock had popped from her mouth and she was flat on her back, his hands pinning her shoulders to the quilt.

“Enough.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re driving me crazy. I’m about two seconds away from spilling myself in your mouth and that’s not where I want it to happen. Not this first time.”

He scrabbled for his jeans, pulling a foil wrapper from his pocket and ripping it open with his teeth. Holding his cock in her mouth had heated her blood and moistened the walls of her pussy with fresh cream. She watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock, wishing he could fuck her pussy and her mouth at the same time. She wanted to taste the mingling of their flavors, the blending of the essence of their two bodies.

Tonight was a risk. She knew it. Had waited for it. Pushed it away as long as she could. And exactly what she’d feared had happened. The sexual link between them was stronger than she’d even anticipated. Not to mention the jumble of emotions that just being touched by him brought roaring to the surface.

Whenever they’d been together, it was hard to ignore the signals Charlie broadcast about his feelings for her. But she also knew all too well that between shifter and human those feelings could disappear with the wind. But even if tomorrow he decided he couldn’t hack the shifter thing, couldn’t bear to be with her again, she’d decided she wanted this one night.

Every nerve in her body sparked, every pulse throbbed with delicious anticipation as she waited impatiently for him to sheath himself. When he slid his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her, opening her even wider for him, she wanted to scream at him to hurry. To do it
now.

Instead, he paused, staring at her, the moonlight reflecting the heat in his eyes. “God, your cunt is so beautiful.
You’re
so beautiful.”

One thick finger traced the length of her slit from her pounding clit to her vagina then back again.

Put it in. Put it in.

When the head of his cock pressed against her vaginal opening, she almost wept with relief, but then other sensations took over her body. The muscles in her cunt fluttered, her stomach muscles clenched, pulses throbbed with an insistent beat, and she could hear the roaring of blood in her ears. Inch by inch he pushed himself into her, her tissues stretching to accommodate him as her liquid heat flooded him, easing his way.

Outlined in the moonlight, his long hair falling loose from its usual tieback, eyes glinting with passion, he looked like a warrior come to claim his prize. His face was in shadow, but she could make out the sheen of sweat on it, the high planes of his cheeks.

The angle he held her at allowed him to penetrate deep inside her, so deep she felt the tip of his cock when it touched her womb. The mini-climax caught her by surprise, rippling through her, her vaginal muscles milking his cock with light spasms. It was gone almost before she realized it had started, but when she looked up at Charlie, she saw the realization in his eyes. And the satisfaction.

But not smugness. Not like…the others. He was enjoying her pleasure, an uncommon reaction in the men she’d taken to her bed.

She might have thought about her choices a little more, but Charlie began to move, his fingers gripping her ass, his balls slapping harder and harder against her skin as the pace of his thrusts increased. In and out. In and out.

“I wanted…to take this…slowly,” he managed to gasp, “but, damn it all, Liana, you…set me…on fire.”

In and out. In and out.

The clawing fingers of desire reached through her system, making her nipples tingle, her breasts ache, and the pulse in her womb throb. Sliding his forearm beneath her to balance her, he moved his other hand to the top of her pussy, his thumb and forefinger capturing her clit. In a moment, he matched his strokes there with the plunging of his cock in her vagina.

Ohgodohgodohgod.

She couldn’t feel anything anymore except the thick, hot penis thrusting into her. It seemed to fill her entire body until there was nothing left except her cunt and his hard, driving shaft. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back, losing herself in the battering of sensations.

“Lock your ankles behind me,” he ordered in a choppy voice. “Now.”