Moonlight: The Big Bad Wolf (Black Swan 4) (34 page)

He changed the angle of his hand and spread her so that he could sink two fingers into the haven of her sheath. When his thumb lightly brushed her clit, she gasped as her body arched toward him. "So responsive," he rasped. "Luna." He said her name like it was a prayer.

She caressed his upper body, exploring the chest and abs that were sculpted and well-defined as a work of art.

"Your body is so strong, wolf."

"Strong enough to hold you and protect you. Are you mine, Luna?"

The woman's body knew her heart before her mind did. She was ready to join with him physically, but not ready to say she belonged to him. The idea of saying those words made her throat close off so that she couldn't speak.

He pulled back and saw distress on her features. "You can't say you're mine?" She shook her head. "That's alright," he smiled and lovingly brushed the hair away from her cheek. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Are...?" She couldn't finish that question. It wasn't fair to ask and she knew it.

"What? Am I yours?" She gave a small nod as she searched his face in the moonlight. He smiled his wolfish smile that made her will turn liquid, and spoke softly. "I think I've been yours since the moment I saw you. I watched from the forest and saw you on the walkway in your red garment. Your hood blew away from your beautiful face in the wind. I saw you laugh. I lost my breath. And my heart. And any foolish notion that I might be able to live without you."

His words were such perfection. And it was such a very long speech for her wolf. She felt tears slip from her eyes.

"Now. Now. What's this? You're not happy to learn you own a werewolf? Too much responsibility?"

"Make love to me, Grey. I want to feel you moving inside me."

He captured her mouth with a vengeance and shifted his body. She felt his thick cock poised at her entrance. Its delectable rigidity was a testament to the passion he held for the woman. When he surged forward she cried out, which shocked her to the core because she had never been an overly vocal lover. He wasn't sure that the extreme pleasure didn't cause his consciousness to wink for a second, but he was sure that the woman beneath him was a perfect fit in every way, as if she had been custom designed for him.

Grey was so thoroughly engaged he almost forgot one of the demon's most important lessons - clitoris stimulation. As he rocked forward and back, encouraged by Luna's moans and murmurs, he reached between them and lightly tapped her swollen bud. She responded with a shout so loud he jerked his hand away, sure he had hurt her, but her shout was quickly followed by a series of pleas featuring the word, "please", and the phrase, "don't stop".

Luna's orgasm spiked quickly. It was so massive in length and intensity, that she had Grey silently chanting thanks to the incubus for his lessons on sexing a human. When he surrendered to his own convulsive release, he came hard and long. He collapsed, half on, half off a smiling Luna and reveled in the feel of her hands skimming across his back. When her fingers lazily trailed their way to his buttocks, he jerked involuntarily and they both laughed.

The king didn't sleep. Too many thoughts ran through his head, one right on top of another. Did this mean she would stay? Did it mean she had feelings for him? Could he make her happy? Because he couldn't give her up. He could not give her up.

One question was settled. Committing to sex while only in human form wouldn't be a problem. No. Not a problem at all.

Stalkson Grey had never particularly enjoyed sex in wolf form anyway. Beyond the compulsion to release when his female was in heat, he didn't see the point.

Before Luna, he had believed that his inside matched the crusty exterior of an intractable lupine leader. Luna reached deep inside him and pulled out a tender heart with the desires and feelings of a romantic. A night in the arms of the healer had left him addicted to sex in human form because only then was lovemaking possible. He liked the options of fingertips for light touches on smooth skin, watching expressions change face to face, not to mention using and hearing vocalizations of love accompanying both tender and torrid passions.

Whereas there was no point to wolf sex for reasons other than procreation, he was on the way to learning that sex as a man was another thing entirely. He would never get enough of Luna.

When light started to filter through the window, he turned his head on the pillow. As if she knew she was being watched in her sleep, Luna opened her eyes after a few seconds. Staring into her eyes so close, Grey could see that they looked copper-colored because they were light brown with a starburst pattern of gold and yellow flecks.

"What are you looking at?" He smiled and kissed her on the nose which made her giggle. She started to stretch, but her relaxed expression was suddenly replaced with excitement. She sat up and grabbed for her nightshirt that had been haphazardly thrown at the foot of the bed. "It's tomorrow!"

He chuckled. "I think you mean it's today."

"You know what I mean. I'm going out in the snow!"

She jumped up and ran for the front door. Grey settled back, putting his hands behind his head, simply luxuriating in the way his body felt on the morning after the best sex any male had ever had.

His eyes flew open. She probably didn't know that snow stung bare skin. When he tried to scramble after her, his feet got tangled in the covers and he almost didn't get there in time. He had to put on a supernatural burst of speed to snatch her out of a mid air leap by grabbing her around the waist. Setting her down just inside the threshold of the open door, he reached out and got a handful of snow.

"It's so beautiful. Gimme."

She held out her hands reaching for it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

He laughed. "Don't ever say you didn't ask for it." He lifted her nightshirt and plastered the snow against her warm, bare tummy. Her eyes bulged as she sucked up most of the oxygen in the Pacific Northwest. He tried to keep a straight face as he said in a perfectly calm voice, "I was saving you from stepping in it barefoot by showing you how horrible it feels against bare skin."

When she was able to breathe normally again, she narrowed her eyes and simply said, "Thank you. That was very kind." Having spent her entire life in a dormitory, she knew everything there was to know about how to manage being the target of a prank, and how to play the prankster. For starters, she would not put on a big show of being distressed. That would only feed the satisfaction factor and tempt him to make a habit of practical jokes.

"You're welcome. I'm making breakfast." He turned away grinning and headed to the hearth to get a fire started.

Without another word Luna walked to the bathroom. She showered and brushed her teeth. She towel dried her hair, combed it out and braided it wet knowing that it would form sensual waves if it dried that way. She put on a black sports bra and black cotton high cut panties under her stretch jeans and a plaid, flannel shirt. After lacing up her boots exactly the way Grey did it, she walked toward the front door.

On the way she heard the werewolf call out to her. "Do you want bacon this morning?"

"Of course not!" she replied without breaking her stride. She glanced his direction with appreciation of the fact that he hadn't gotten dressed yet.

A minute later he heard her come up behind him.

"I guess you'll be having fruit again."

"Yes. I'd like a kiss first."

Smiling he turned around, but instead of a kiss he got a fist full of snow pressed to his groin. His gasp was even bigger than hers had been and, for a minute, he thought perhaps he was going to expire. Through it all he knew he would never forget the look of mischief on her face, or the all-consuming wickedness of her laugh as she watched him try to recover from having his male parts withdraw into his body like a turtle into its shell.

When he was finally able to breathe again, he gave her a deceptive look of calm, switched off the gas flame underneath the frying bacon, and slowly turned to face her. She took one look at his expression and squealed as she pivoted to run. He caught her in two steps and carried her to the bedroom while she kicked and squirmed and giggled.

Holding her with one arm he grabbed two bandannas out of a dresser drawer and tied each wrist to a rung in the headboard.

She fought until she was breathless and heaved, "What are you doing?"

It was his turn to give her an evil smile. He lifted one foot. She tried to draw it back to kick, but he held on. "I'm going to give you a chance to show me how sorry you are."

"Why should I be sorry? You started it."

"Because life is not fair."

He removed her boots, socks, jeans, and panties so painfully slowly that she was tempted to kick him in the face about a hundred times. When he finally had her bare from the waist down, he grasped her ankles gently, but firmly, and pulled her legs apart. She watched his eyes darken even further as he stared at her exposed.

"What are you doing, werewolf?"

His eyes flicked up to her face for just a second. "I'm trying something I learned in a class."

He placed his big hands on her thighs and nuzzled all around her opening which made her undulate in a way that almost broke his resolve. She felt his hot breath on her core and tried to raise her hips. When he ran his long, wolf's tongue up her channel and over her clit, she bucked hard enough to throw him backward. He got up laughing.

"That really works, huh?"

Thinking he was laughing at her, she jerked on the bandannas securing her wrists which made the head board thump against the wall, and pulled her foot back with every intention of kicking him in the face. His wolf reflexes, being fast and powerful as they were, enabled him to catch her foot easily. Then watching her face, he turned his head and licked up the arch of her foot. Her eyes darkened as she licked her bottom lip.

Sometimes his eyes momentarily turned a breathtaking shade of yellow gold and made him look not quite human. She was lost in the exotic experience of a lover who barely clung to humanity. He was a sexual predator and she was the female lucky enough to be his prey.

Holding her legs down, he slowly kissed his way back up her inner thigh, stopping now and then to draw lazy wet circles with the tip of his tongue. By the time he'd made it back to his target, she was writhing and begging to be touched. He petted and licked and nibbled all around her clit until she was panting and cursing his name.

Abruptly he stood and said, "How about that bacon now?"

It was impossible to really pull off nonchalance when his cock was stiff as a well pump.

"Wolf, I'm warning you. Untie me now. If you leave me like this, you'll be sorry."

He grinned and leaped at her. As he hovered over her, he said, "Tell me you're sorry." She pressed her lips together. He looked down between them and gently traced a pattern on her mound with a light touch. "Tell me you're sorry."

When he looked at her face, he watched a tear slide out of her eye and realized she was never going to say she was sorry. By the time he understood that his game had taken a wrong turn and turned serious, he was ready to throw himself at her feet and volunteer for a lashing.

"Luna, I was playing. I'm not trying to break your spirit."

"You're a monster, Stalkson Grey."

"I am. And I'm sorry. I'm
so
sorry."

"Ha!" She grinned. "You said it first. Now untie me so I can punish you properly."

He gaped at her for a couple of beats and then started laughing. "Luna. I'm out of my depth."

"You want me to like it here?"

"You know I do."

"Then make me come or untie me so I can do it myself."

He heard and obeyed. His mouth captured hers in a desperate kiss at the same time his touch found its way home. He kissed and stroked until she screamed and shuddered. While her body continued to convulse from the aftershocks, he reached up and pulled the ties free.

She wound her fingers into his hair and embraced his body with her legs in open invitation. He plunged into her in one thrust, grateful that she wasn't either hurt or angry. She rolled him over so that she was on top and began to ride him slowly. He was looking at her like she was a miracle. Luna wouldn't have guessed that was because it was his first time to experience that position.

While she moved to a captivating rhythm, he unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. She withdrew her arms from the sleeves and pulled the sports bra over her head, without ever stopping the friction that was winding Grey tight. He reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, then lightly pinched her nipples. She cried out.

"You like that, Luna."

She bent at the waist and kissed him like she was desperate for his taste. "I like
you
, werewolf."

After breakfast, Grey made sure she was bundled up. They headed out to see some of the scenery and experience snow. The wolf and the woman. They walked to one of his favorite lookout spots, the one overlooking the lake.