Hunter's Moon (8 page)

She couldn’t help it. She looked over at the desk, considered it and discarded the idea. Nope. She really wanted that bed. Forcing her feet to move, she stepped forward. But he didn’t lead her from the room. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

It started out gentle. Tender. A soft kiss against her lips and another until she opened her mouth for him. His tongue brushed over hers and his moan filled her mouth when she touched his in return. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tunneling into his hair, and pressed her body as close as possible. His cock was hard against her belly and she rubbed against it. He abruptly broke the kiss.

He was breathing hard, and she felt a surge of exhilaration. She did that to him. She made him lose control.

“Any more of that and it will be the desk.” He stepped out of the doorway and ushered her through, slapping her ass when she passed him.

“Anthony,” she protested, but she didn’t really mean it, and he knew it. He growled, and why did that turn her on even more? Hell, why keep trying to figure this out?
Just go with it, Gia.

“Upstairs,” he ordered.

She was only too happy to oblige and jogged up the stairs unafraid of letting her eagerness show. He opened the last door on the left and nodded for her to enter first. She walked in, suddenly overcome with nervousness, and looked around.

It wasn’t a bedroom. She guessed it would be called a living room, but den would be a better description. Like the rest of the house, the floors were a lightly stained wood. But that’s where any lightness stopped. The couch and chair were black leather, the coffee and end tables a dark mahogany. A flat screen TV was hung on one wall next to a bookcase. It was definitely a man’s room.

She heard the door click shut and lock. Then he was behind her, his heat sinking into her. He grunted.

“You’re gonna want to redecorate, aren’t you?”

Oh god, she hadn’t even thought about that. She was coming to accept this mate thing, but moving in with him, that he’d want her to, hadn’t even occurred to her.

“Probably,” she answered. “But, you know, I have a perfectly good house.”

He stepped around her, shaking his head. “Until I find a replacement, I have to live in the house.”

She couldn’t have heard that right. “I didn’t know you were looking for a replacement.”

He shrugged. “Not yet. But one day we’ll have kids, and I owe them better than this life.”

Her stomach became a knot of nerves. Kids? She didn’t know a damned thing about raising children. Had never considered having any. Of course, she’d also never believed she’d find herself tied to one man, one werewolf, for the rest of her life.

He grinned at her. “Don’t panic yet, baby. We have time before we have to worry about that.”

How did he read her so damned well? And weren’t they supposed to be horizontal about now? His eyes glowed in the dark room as if he knew exactly what she was thinking about. He took her hand and tugged her with him.

“Let me show you around.” He approached a door she hadn’t noticed and pushed it open.

“There’s the main room we entered and two bedrooms, each with a private bath. I use this one as an office.” He shut the door, turned on his heel, and crossed the room to another door. “This is our room.”

Our room? Shit. He did mean for her to move in. He entered the room and she followed cautiously a little afraid of what she might find in there. In her experience, men weren’t the neatest of creatures, and she was a neat freak. She had to have order in her living space. She needn’t have worried.

The room was dominated by a four-poster king sized bed. There was a chair in one corner next to a window and a long dresser stretched across one wall. Two doors on the far wall led to the bath and a closet, she presumed. There was no clutter anywhere, no clothes left lying on the floor, nothing on the walls. It was almost Spartan. Just like she liked it.

It was also masculine. The bed was made with a heavy black comforter. The posts thick columns. “I want to tie you to that bed, Gia.”

She gasped, her pussy growing wetter at the suggestion. She’d always wondered what that would be like. Would not having to have even an ounce of control be as freeing as she imagined? She shook her head in denial. It couldn’t be.

“Why not? I have my own fantasies about you,” he said with a voice full of sin and a wicked grin. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his mouth-watering chest and shoulders, then sat on the bed and pulled off his shoes and socks. When he stood, he reached for the snap on his jeans. There were off in seconds. He’d gone commando, and his cock was hard and thick, jutting out, a creamy drop of pre-cum on the head.

Unable to resist, she stepped forward and stroked a finger along the shaft, catching that tantalizing drop on the head and sucking it into her mouth. His cock jumped, but the rest of his body froze with rigid control. She didn’t want him to have any control.

“Get rid of those clothes,” he growled.

She smiled. Oh yeah. She shook his self-control all right. She walked across the room, knowing he was staring at her ass, he always did, and stopped by the dresser. Removing her thigh holster, she carefully set her gun on top of it, followed with her other holster and knife. Then she bent over, still facing away from him, and unlaced her boots. Stuffed her socks inside and tossed them into a corner.

Her trousers were next. She unsnapped and unzipped them, then shimmied them down over her hips, down her thighs to her ankles. Sensing him move behind her, hearing his heavy breathing, she smiled. He gripped her hips and bent his head to nuzzle her neck, on the spot where he’d left his mark. Sensation surged through her. She groaned and rocked back against him, against the hard cock pressed against her.

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he whispered harshly, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt and yanking it over her head.

“Maybe I like playing with fire.” Her whispered dare ended in a gasp as his fingers closed around her nipples and pinched.

“Hmm.” Lips pressed against her skin, sucked it between his teeth. “Let’s see how adventurous you are.”

Without giving her any warning, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He dropped her in the center and retraced his steps to the dresser. She heard a drawer open, but he blocked her view with his back. She had no idea what he was rifling around for until he returned to her holding up two long black ties.

He arched an eyebrow. “Well?”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, fascinated by the way his gaze zeroed in on the action. His eyes were so hungry. She was tempted to take his offer. Too tempted. He sat on the edge of the bed, trailed the ends of the ties up her side. She shivered at the light touch.

“You’re thinking too much.” His eyes searched hers. “You know I’ll take care of you.”

He would. She had no doubt of that. Slowly, she nodded her acceptance. He didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He had one wrist secured before she even had a moment to reconsider. By then, he’d tied the other, and it was too late.

“Beautiful.”

He spread her legs apart and knelt between them, gaze focused on her pussy. She felt a hot flush spread up her chest to her face. She’d never felt so exposed. His palms rested on the insides of her legs, just above her knees, and she wondered when he would move them. When he’d stroke her into orgasm. Her hips lifted in unspoken demand and he looked up to meet her gaze, a wicked grin on his face.

“Did you want something, baby?”

Now he was going to tease her? She rolled her eyes. “Yes. You have me at your mercy. The least you could do is put me out of my misery.”

“Misery, is it?” His smile broadened a moment before his expression turned serious, almost solemn. “I’ve dreamed so often of having you at my mercy, Gia. The things I plan to do to you…”

He let the thought trail off and her eyes narrowed. That didn’t sound so good. “What things?”

He bent over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Hard. She’d almost forgotten the question when he released it.

“Good things,” he whispered against her, his tongue lapping over her nipple. “I’m going to make you feel so good, give you so much pleasure, you’ll never consider leaving me. You’ll never want to.”

God, was that insecurity in his voice? She couldn’t believe it, but he met her eyes again, and it was clear to see. The bond wouldn’t allow them to separate without a whole lot of pain, a choice she doubted either would make. But even though he tied her to him in the most permanent way, he wanted her to choose him. Knowing that did something funny to her heart. She tried to reach down to cup his face before she remembered she couldn’t. Once she would have panicked. Not now.

“I’m not going anywhere, Anthony,” she whispered, letting him see the truth of it in her eyes. She was afraid he might see her heart there too, but no, she wasn’t that far gone yet. It was like he read her mind.

“I’m going to make you love me, baby, if it takes the rest of my life,” he promised.

She forgot to breathe. And then she forgot all the reasons against caring about him too much, all the reasons for holding a bit of herself back. He concentrated on her nipples. One he rolled between his thumb and finger while he sucked the other between his teeth. She screamed, the pleasure was so intense. So perfect. She sobbed when he moved, wanting to feel that exquisite mouth on her again.

But he didn’t pay attention to her protest, kissing his way down her body. He paused a moment to explore her navel with his tongue then licked his way to the curls that hid her pussy. He spread her lips and blew a hot breath over her.

She tried to lift her pelvis, hoping, desperately needing his mouth on her there. He held her still easily, one strong forearm across her hips holding her where he wanted her. He looked up the length of her body to meet her gaze.

“I want everything, Gia. All of you.”

She shook her head. It must be the mating bond that let her know what he meant by that statement. Complete trust. He wanted her to drop every barrier, to give over all control to him. It was too much, too soon. But tempting. He watched her struggle with the idea, and she wanted to scream at him. Just fuck her already. Wasn’t this enough of a first step? Maybe later she’d be able to give him what he wanted. But not yet.

“Yes, baby. All of you. Right now.”

Had she spoken aloud? She didn’t get to ask because he chose that moment to put his mouth on her. He started with an open-mouthed kiss, a brief, soft brush. Then he pushed his tongue into her sex. She tried to meet his thrusts, the orgasm building so quickly she knew she’d come in seconds, but he stopped. Moved on to lap at her clit. Just as good. Better in fact.

But again, he didn’t let her come. He kept her right on the edge, his knowledge of her body absolute. Every time she was close, he moved to another spot or slowed his strokes or completely changed his rhythm. Each time she wanted to weep in desperate need. She thrashed in his hold, but still he didn’t give her what she wanted.

And then she knew. He wasn’t going to until she gave him what he wanted. She stopped struggling to keep any control and gave into the temptation, gave into the urge to just let everything go. Let him take over. Under any other circumstances she would have laughed at the sense of male triumph she felt through the bond.

He robbed her of the power of speech or anything else, however. She couldn’t even moan. He sucked her clit between his teeth and didn’t let go until she was shaking, until she was screaming his name and begging him to fuck her.

He didn’t make her ask twice. He moved up her body with werewolf speed, claiming her lips in an almost brutal kiss as his cock thrust into her. He took her hard and fast, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to hold on. Her body on fire, another orgasm building fast, and she knew he was close too. A damned shame. She didn’t want this feeling to ever stop.

But of course, it had to. She came, the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. It felt as if her mind splintered, her body shattered. She wasn’t sure if she knew how to put the pieces back together and when Anthony came too, whispering
I love you
in her ear, she doubted she ever would.

Chapter Seven

Soft tapping on the door roused Gia from a deep sleep. She snuggled into the male body wrapped around her and tried to tune it out. Tapping became knocking, and Anthony rolled out of bed before she could protest. He pulled his discarded pants on and opened the door just enough to stick his head out. She didn’t need his superior hearing to know something was wrong. His back stiffened, and he turned his head to look at her.

“We’ll be right down,” he said as he shut the door. Sighing, she got up and caught the clothes he tossed her. Looked like the honeymoon was over. Back to work. She watched him from the corner of her eye as she dressed. He looked disapproving when she strapped her weapons back on. Tough shit. Did he expect her to change just because he’d claimed her? She gave him a challenging look.