Taming the Moon. Sherrill Quinn

Taming the Moon - Sherrill Quinn


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another chance to try to kill him again.

      His cock pointed toward his belly, the tip ruddy with arousal and already dripping with pre-cum.

      This stranger, her silky skin beckoning him, was just as lust-ridden as he. Sully wanted to pound into her like the animal he was.

      Which was just what his wolf wanted. Needed. A fast, hard fuck.

      The woman slowly turned her back to him and knelt, then dropped forward onto her hands and knees. Arching her back, she thrust her shapely ass toward him, letting him see the slick folds of her sex.

      Thank God. She was wet and ready.

      So was he.

      Sully went to his knees behind her. Grasping her hips, he held her while he rubbed his cock through her cream.

      “God!” Her voice was throaty, low. “Get on with it already.”

      The musky scent of her arousal—mixed with a citrus aroma—wound around his senses, tightening around him with silk-like threads. Sully brought one hand down and guided the tip of his cock into her pussy. Dear God, but he felt like he’d die if he didn’t feel her around him now.

      Lust, sharp and raw, surged inside him. With a growl he began pushing his way past slick, tight muscles until he was snug against her, his tight balls resting against her swollen sex.

      She mewled and pushed her hips back, pressing against him, her inner muscles fluttering around his cock like tiny fingers. She lowered her torso, supporting herself on her forearms.

      The movement inched her off his cock. Sully snarled and yanked her hips back, shoving his cock as deep as he could get it. Unable to stop the instinctive motion of his hips, he began thrusting inside her. Deep, hard.

      Fast.

      The drag of his cock through the tight clasp of her cunt had him howling inside. He needed…more. Something…

      Following his instinct, he yanked her up onto her knees and leaned forward, fastening his teeth to the meaty part of her shoulder, as much to mark her as his as to hold her in place. Hot, coppery blood seeped into his mouth. Renewed heat surged through his body.

      She moaned and thrust her hips against him, taking him as surely as he took her. Tendrils of hair stuck to the sweat on her neck.

      His balls drew tight against the base of his shaft, and a shivery sensation along his spine signaled his impending climax. Wanting her to come with him, he slid one hand across her belly, fingers scissoring around her swollen clit.

      She groaned. She undulated her hips and slid her hands to her breasts, and he knew she was fingering her nipples.

      He wished he could do that for her. God, he wanted his hands everywhere on her body. Later. He’d touch her everywhere later.

      And maybe even find out what her real name was.

      And exactly what her game was.

      Later. He’d find that all out later. Now was for…this. He surged into her again and again. Determined to feel her cunt milking him, Sully tugged and rubbed her clit harder. Lifting his mouth from her shoulder, he muttered, “Come with me!”

      His voice sounded guttural, hardly human.

      The woman writhed against him, slamming her hips backward to meet every hard thrust of his cock. The slap of flesh against flesh, the smell of their arousal spiked his passion even higher.

      The walls of her pussy clamped down around his cock. She let out a long wail and quaked beneath him.

      One final plunge. Sully threw his head back and shouted his release, hips jerking as he jetted into her, gasping as the strong muscles of her cunt milked him of every last drop.

      He collapsed onto her, pressing her against the sandy ground, satiated and relaxed for the first time in what felt like months. He kept his cock inside her, enjoying the feel of her pussy fluttering around him in little aftershocks of pleasure.

      After a couple minutes, he roused enough to slide off to one side. His softened cock slipped out of her. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, just underneath the ragged marks left by his teeth—marks that, he noticed, were already beginning to heal.

      She lay relaxed against him for only a couple seconds before she stiffened. “Someone’s coming.”

      Shit. He’d been so wrapped up in fucking her, in the sight and sound and smell of sex, he hadn’t paid much attention to his surroundings. She was right. A new scent invaded the air. A scent he recognized.

      Declan.

      “It’s all right,” he muttered, getting to his feet and helping her up. “It’s just my friend Declan. Stay behind me,” he added, thinking to preserve her modesty. He turned toward the sound of Declan’s footsteps in the gravelly sand.

      From behind him he heard a noise and twisted to see the tail end of a wolf disappearing between two bushes. Marie was gone.

      “Son of a bitch!” She was fast. Sully debated a moment about going after her, but if she could shift into her wolf form and be on the move that quickly…he’d never catch up with her.

      Declan came up over a small incline, one dark brow rising upon seeing Sully. He drew in a breath and glanced around.

      “She’s gone. Long gone.” Sully walked forward, wincing when his foot came down on a sharp stone. He frowned and walked past Declan. “You know, this is pretty inconvenient, being starkers when you turn back into your human form.”

      “Tell me about it.” Declan chuckled. “Although in the right place at the right time with the right woman, it’s pretty damn convenient.”

      Sully thought of Marie. His cock perked up in interest. “Down, boy,” he muttered.

      “What’s that?” Declan asked, taking a few jogging steps to catch up to him. Sully knew his friend had heard his comment, since his hearing was as enhanced as Sully’s.

      “You heard me. I can see where this could be rather inconvenient, too.”

      “Not if you’re in the right place at the right time with the right woman.”

      “Oh, shut it.” Sully walked carefully between two tall cacti, ducking his head to avoid one of their massive arms. “What’s this called again?”

      “Saguaro,” Declan said, giving it a Spanish inflection so that the g sounded like an h. “This is a cool place, isn’t it? Nowhere else like it on Earth.”

      Sully gave a noncommittal grunt. “A ski weekend in Switzerland is cool. Safari in Africa is cool. Trudging past cacti twice as tall as me with sand in places I’ve not had sand before is not cool.”

      He picked his way across the gravel driveway of Declan’s property, heading toward the guest casita.

      “Well, I came to find you to tell you that dinner’s ready.” Declan stopped near the front door of the main house.

      Sully glanced back at him. “Give me a few minutes to get cleaned up.”

      Declan nodded. “Just go ’round to the back door and come on in. We’re being informal tonight and eating in the kitchen. It’s only family, after all.” He grinned and went into the house, closing the door softly behind him.

      It’s only family.

      Sully snorted. Yeah, just one big happy werewolf family. He curled his fist against the urge to slam it into something. Like Declan’s smarmy face.

      He glanced back toward the desert. He didn’t know who Marie was or why she’d run from him—or why she’d tried to kill him and then let him fuck her—but he was sure as hell going to find out.

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