Blackthorne, Fiona - Moonstruck [Blue Moon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“Ava,” he murmured, “don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” she replied, keeping her eyes closed. “I’m too floored to be afraid.”

She heard him chuckle and felt his lips brush against hers. Her heart thrilled like a small bird fluttering against the bars of its cage. This was real. This was here and now. She wanted—no, she
needed
—Sean’s hard, human body against hers.

Blindly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his warm skin under her fingers. He pulled her into his lap, and she felt his rock-hard arousal through her sweatpants against her thigh. It occurred to her that the wolf had watched her extremely attentively the night before as she had stripped out of her clothes and changed into her sweatpants and tank top for sleep. Damn it if Sean hadn’t gotten a free show last night! Wait, had she just accepted the fact he was a werewolf and made a joke about it? Of course not. She had just hallucinated because she probably wasn’t fully awake yet. Sean wasn’t a werewolf. Everything was okay. Right?

Thankfully, Sean kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and touching the tip of her tongue, driving away all thoughts. Zings of electricity flew between their bodies, charging her desire with every touch of skin against skin. He greedily drank up her kisses, and she surrendered them willingly, needing the simplicity of just making love to anchor her to reality again.

“Damn, baby,” Sean groaned reverently against her mouth. Her lips felt swollen and numb from his loving assault. His hands were moving everywhere over her body, his rough touches setting fire to her nerve endings.

Ava turned in his lap, trying to writhe against his chest, to feel his smooth hard torso against hers. She felt the wetness begin to seep from her sex, and her muscles clenched against the emptiness that should have been filled by his cock. Her nub flickered to life with hungry little throbs of anticipation of what was to come.

“I need to see you, baby,” he said, moving his kisses down her throat, making her incredibly aroused and vulnerable. “Let’s get naked!”

“You’re naked already.” She gasped, running her hands down his arms, careful to avoid the new tattoo, though.

“Okay, so let’s get you naked.” He chuckled.

“Sean?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Shut up and make love to me.”

He laughed joyfully, a sound that added a layer of tenderness and happiness to Ava’s desire, filling her heart with…with love…just as her body was filled with desire. No, she couldn’t love them. This was just sex. She felt affection…oh, damn, she felt a whole lot more than just affection at the way he was teething her nipples through her tank top.

He suckled her until he soaked her tank top, plastering the fabric to her nipple and moved to do the same to the other one. With his fingers, he flicked and stroked the cold, wet fabric, forcing the rough texture to brush against her aching nipple.

She started to buck her hips in a fruitless attempt to find relief. Deftly, he stripped the tank top from her, leaving her naked from the waist up. He grasped her rib cage gently but firmly as he sucked and bit and teased her nipples.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, shaking from the pounding waves of arousal that went straight from her breasts to her pussy. “I’m going to come!”

“No, you’re not,” he replied, continuing to lick and flick her nipples. “Not from this, but I’m gonna make you wild, and you can’t stop me, baby.”

“Seriously, Sean, please, I need you to touch me down there, do something!”

His chuckle vibrated against the tender globe of her breast, and he teethed her nipple then moved to suckle the other one. He kept teasing her nipples for what seemed an eternity, slowing down his teasing just as she thought she would die and finally climax. Still, he kept pushing her arousal until she was shaking in his arms and almost crazy from frustration.

Then, with a wicked grin and laugh, he flipped her over on her back and stripped off her sweatpants. She sighed with relief at the thought he was finally going to take her, to bring her to the climax she so badly needed now.

Boy, was she wrong! He lowered his mouth to her breasts again, teasing her with biting kisses before kissing his way down her stomach.

“Baby, I love your soft little belly,” he crooned, kissing and nuzzling it. “It’s so damn sexy. Every bit of you is so damn sexy. You get me so hot every time I see you, I just want to take you right there on the spot.”

A strangled “Sean!” was all Ava could manage to squeak out as she tried to move to satisfy herself. Everything about him was torturing her with desire. His hands, his lips, his tongue, his body were all conspiring to drive her insane.

“You want me inside you, baby?” He laughed, slipping his finger into her pussy and crooking it to hit her inner spot, making her jump with a sensation of almost-ecstasy.

“Yes!”

He took her breath away with the speed with which he flipped her over onto her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind. His long, hard cock filled her completely to the tip of her womb, and she heard his satisfied groan.

“Oh damn, baby,” he hissed. “You’re so tight. So damn hot.”

He pumped into her twice, the force of his thrusts making her breasts shake as they hung free in the air. If only he would touch her clit, give her the release she was craving!

“Sean, I need you to touch me,” she moaned, pounding the mattress with her fist as he reached forward with his free hand and skimmed over her breasts and belly, just barely brushing her clit.

“Damn it!” she yelped when he slapped her smartly on the ass. It didn’t hurt. It was more like a sting, and the thought of being spanked suddenly went from a painful idea to a darkly inviting fantasy.

“You have the sweetest little ass,” he said, rubbing the place where he had spanked her, spreading the heat. “You ever had anything there?”

“In my…my bottom?” she said, freezing up at the thought.

“I think you’d like it,” he said softly, bending over and kissing her back as he slowly swung back and forth in and out of her.

She couldn’t reply because a rush of pleasure choked off her words as he used his fingers to explore her folds and spread the honey over her throbbing clit. The sensation of being so close to coming and so full with his cock was like drowning in chocolate.

Suddenly, she felt his finger at her the tight ring of muscle of the most private, most forbidden entrance.

“Just relax, baby.” He was cooing. “This will feel really good, I promise. I’m not going to hurt you. Just let your muscles loosen up, baby.”

Ava was entranced by the unexpected sensations that filled her as Sean slowly worked his finger inside her. It wasn’t painful like she had expected. Instead, she felt a fullness that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

“How does it feel?” he asked quietly, the strain of holding back clear in his voice as he patiently stroked both his finger and his cock in and out of her.

“Full,” she rasped out. “Forbidden. Naughty.”

“Just imagine my cock in there, baby, with my brothers in your pussy and your mouth, loving you with everything we got.”

The image of being filled by all three of them burned in her brain in a way that made her feel more sensual and desirable than she ever had before.

“Oh God,” she cried out as his thrusts became harder and more demanding. Finally, he reached around her and began to tease her clit with long, sure strokes that lingered for just a moment on the nub itself before starting another stroke. She spiraled up to the sky with pleasure, exploding in light and color as she finally came. She felt Sean shake and heard his guttural growl as he climaxed with her.

They collapsed onto the bed, lying there together as her entire body continued to vibrate with aftershocks. She was barely aware of Sean getting up off the bed, and she started when she felt a warm washcloth against her bottom.

“You don’t have to do that,” she mumbled. “Get back in bed.”

“I want to do it,” he replied. “It makes me happy to take care of you.”

“I can take care of myself,” she replied. “This is embarrassing.”

“Baby, I just had my finger up your ass, and
this
is what you find embarrassing?”

Ava couldn’t help laughing. It was so easy to laugh around Sean. He was so warm and lighthearted. He snuggled into bed beside her, and she glanced at the alarm clock, happy to find it was only 7:30 a.m., plenty of time for another hour of sleep before having to deal with a reality that had just become entirely too unreal.

Chapter 16

Ava awoke with the sense that she had missed something. The seconds ticked together and added up to the moment when she remembered everything.

As she grabbed a sheet to cover herself, Robert, Declan, and Sean all rushed into the room and crowded onto her bed. Robert’s hot hands ran up and down her bare back, making her feel both comforted and seduced.

There was something so utterly feminine and vulnerable about being naked around three dressed men. She had never thought of herself as particularly feminine. She always had to fight too hard to be respected as a professional and as an academic to indulge in any display of softness or vulnerability. She had been on her own for even longer, forced by her mother’s illness and early death to fend for herself. Being comforted and touched so caringly awakened her to a deep emptiness that she hadn’t even been aware of.

Declan caressed her cheek as Sean ran his hands up and down her legs. She looked from one to the other, straining to reconcile what she knew couldn’t be true with what she was fairly certain she had seen earlier.

“Are you all right, love?” Robert asked gently, leaning in to kiss her shoulder, sending shivers of desire trickling down her back.

“I’m thinking,” Ava replied slowly.

“Of what?” Robert asked.

“Well, (a) I’m naked, so I didn’t dream up having sex with Sean, who may or may not have turned into a werewolf in front of me; (b) Sean wasn’t in bed when I woke up, which throws (a) back into doubt; and finally (c) Sean is up and fully clothed, and you guys are here, which puts (a) back in the running.”

Instantly, Robert and Declan whipped around to glare at Sean, who looked embarrassed but resolute.

“She was under attack,” Sean said fiercely. “I had no choice but to break through the door.”

“And?” Robert said. His voice had that curious ring that made Ava straighten her spine and feel the need to confess something…anything.

Sean huffed and rolled his eyes. “And…I kept her company until she fell asleep.”

“And?”

“And…like a dumbass, I fell asleep, too, and shifted back.”

Robert growled, and Declan rubbed his face with his hands. Ava forced herself to stay focused on continuing to breathe.

“So…” she said finally. “This wasn’t a nightmare or hallucination on my part? This stuff actually exists?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Declan said, gently taking her hands in his large ones. “Unfortunately, we do exist.”

“Why? How?”

“It’s time to go see Grace,” Robert said, cutting his brother off. “We’ve botched up enough explanations for Ava.”

The warm cage of Robert’s arms and the close, eager presence of Declan and Sean kept Ava from bursting into the overwrought tears that welled up in her. She couldn’t hold back a few desperate sniffs, and immediately, the three brothers were touching her, reassuring her, kissing her to make her better.

“I’m okay,” she croaked, weakly trying to wave them away. “It’s just this has been so much. So crazy. This month was supposed to be the epitome of boring. Now, I’m in a mess with demons, werewolves, and three lovers, and I still have half my dissertation to edit.”