Moonlight Kin: A Wolf's Tale (15 page)

Candlelight bathed Madie in its soft glow, her skin the color of fine cream, her full mouth still swollen from his kiss. She was so young and innocent. Totally unaware of the world in which she was about to be plunged into.

Yet, he had to have her.

For a second Damon wished he could tell her the truth, but that wasn’t an option. He kissed her, ravishing her mouth with a hunger he’d never experienced before.

There was no escape for her now—or ever.

***

Damon stalked her like a predator. Madie felt like the proverbial rabbit being chased by the fox. His tempered stride did nothing to ease her growing nervousness. She was no match for this man. He was sex incarnate.

She stood frozen in place. Her frenzied heart hammered out an unsteady beat against her chest. She didn’t blink. She didn’t move. Deep down Madie didn’t want to. He held her in his arms, then he kissed her like she’d never been kissed before.

This man was going to make love to her.

This is just sex, girl, don’t ever forget it, the voice in her head admonished.

Madie ignored her good sense. Tonight she wanted the fairytale. She wanted Damon. She needed his warmth. His attention. His love, even if it was only in her mind. She had to believe that some part of this man cared for her or she wouldn’t be able to go through with this. The moment meant too much to her.

His mouth was firm as he deepened the embrace. He devoured her, leaving her breathless. The candlelight caused shadows to dance across his handsome face. An untamed wildness lit his eyes.

She looked up into his smoldering eyes and for an instant saw something melt. Her heart rejoiced. Damon reached out and clasped her hand, the gentleness disarming as he led her toward the bed.

When they reached the mattress, he kissed her again, tenderly this time. With trembling fingers, he reached down to the hem of her black sweater and eased it up over her head.

Madie made no move to stop him. He tossed her shirt aside, then sucked in a ragged breath, drinking in the sight of her. Her bra plumped her breasts up impossibly high. The rose of her nipples peeked out over the lacey cups, drawing his rapt attention.

“You are perfect,” he said.

Madie shook her head in denial. “My thighs are too big. My shoulders are too narrow. And my butt deserves its own zip code.”

Damon pressed his finger to her lips. “Shh…you’re perfect. Trust me, I know.”

He slid his callused hands over her shoulders, taking the straps of the bra with him in one smooth motion. His eyes raked over her bare skin. Madie’s breathing deepened, sending the rosy peeks tumbling out of the lace.

Damon stared transfixed by her nipples. He reached around her back and unclasped her bra, and she trembled as his fingers brushed her heated skin. The lacy material floated to the floor. Madie had never been more turned on in her life.

***

Those milky mounds could easily feed his offspring.

Damon quickly dismissed the dangerous thought and nipped Madie’s earlobe. He worried the flesh a moment before nibbling his way down the column of her throat. His hands massaged her back in slow sensual circles, kneading her tension away. Her frantic pulse beat beneath his lips.

“Relax,” he murmured, giving her neck another lick.

Inch by inch he lowered his head, biting and licking every inch of her bare skin. Just above her nipple, Damon stopped to look up. He’d gladly drown in the desire he saw burning in her eyes. Madie’s lids dropped.

He couldn’t wait a minute longer. Damon captured her nipple and began to suck. The first taste nearly brought tears to his eyes as the turgid flesh kernelled in his mouth. He heard Madie gasp a second before she grasped his head with both hands and drove her fingers into his hair.

He found her other nipple and pinched it between his thumb and finger, then began to pull and tease, while his mouth worshipped her. He rolled the tight nub, until Madie moaned.

Damon released her and raised his head. He waited until he’d trapped her gaze, then said, “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

Madie shook her head.

“You are my fantasy come to life.” He brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “Your skin is like the finest silk, soft and smooth.”

She pressed her face against his hand. “You’re driving me mad.”

“I haven’t even started yet.” To prove his point, Damon suckled her until her knees gave out.

Chapter Sixteen

Damon swept her up in his arms effortlessly before she could hit the floor and laid her on the bed. He continued to feast upon her generous breasts, turning her nipples a bright rose. The sweet aroma of Madie’s arousal was driving him insane.

He leashed his desires and reluctantly pulled his mouth away long enough to remove her boots and skirt. Damon dropped them over the side of the bed. Now only her black lace panties remained.

“Aren’t you going to get undress?” She reached for the sheet to cover herself.

“Don’t!” The request came out more like a command, but Damon couldn’t help it. He wanted to look his fill. Remember this moment. Soon he would learn every nook and cranny of her body. He’d know every valley, every secret patch so well that he’d be able to identify her by touch.

He removed his sweater and flicked open the button on his jeans.

Madie seemed transfixed by his hands. She watched him undo another button, then reached out to stop him. “Please let me.”

Damon moved his hands away.

Madie placed her fingertips on the front of his pants. His arousal jutted out under the denim material. He was painfully hard and more than ready. She ran her palms along his length. He felt his shaft thicken with each stroke.

She fumbled with the button clasp, but eventually got his jeans open. Damon’s cock sprang out from the tight confines. Madie licked her lips as she openly gazed at him. Gone was the virginal hesitance. Damon waited to see what she’d do next.

“You’re so…big,” she gasped. “I mean I knew you were large in the art class, but now, you’re…intimidating.”

Damon read her mind easily. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”

Madie wrapped her hands around his girth. He pulsed beneath her fingers. She looked up, her eyes wide with wonder and blatant sensuality. Damon’s jaw clenched. There was a reason he stayed away from virgins.

She squeezed him and he gasped. Madie snatched her hand away. “I’m hurting you.”

Damon barked out a strangled laugh. “No, you’re killing me.”

“What?”

“Just…touch me,” he murmured and nearly exploded when she did.

***

Madie focused her attention back on the fascinating flesh before her. She stroked up and down, watching it grow before her eyes. Damon emitted a low moan, when she picked up her speed.

If he likes this, I wonder if he’d enjoy…

She leaned forward and placed tiny kisses around the head of his cock. It jumped beneath her lips. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and gave it a quick lick.

Damon expelled a long, strangled breath.

Feeling empowered, Madie took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck like the books said to do.

His whole body trembled.

Madie licked and sucked him, swirling her tongue around the thick head, then traced a vein down to the base of his shaft before giving his sac a quick swipe of her tongue.

Damon sank his hands into her hair. “Enough!”

He pulled her up until she was kneeling on the bed.

“Did I do something wrong?” Madie whispered, afraid that she’d somehow ruined the moment. Her head dropped.

“Hardly.” Damon tilted her chin until she was looking at him. His rough thumb lightly stroked the side of her face. “I want to be inside of you.” His eyes pleaded, the haze morphing to molten gold. “Now.”

Madie sat down on her knees. “I’ve brought—”

“Shh—don’t worry. I have everything we need in the nightstand.”

Madie tried to shimmy her panties off, but stopped when Damon’s hands closed over hers.

“Not yet,” he said. “I want to be the one to remove them.” His voice was hoarse, yet coaxing. “With my teeth,” he added, flashing a wolfish grin.

Madie’s heart skittered.

“Lay back and let me look at you.” He rummaged inside the drawer of the nightstand.

The sheets cooled her heated skin as she reclined against the pillows. Every nerve-ending hummed with excitement. Madie squirmed, trying to get comfortable, but it was impossible. She was far too nervous.

Heat flooded her as she pictured Damon removing her underwear with his teeth. He set a couple of foil wrappers on top the nightstand, then dropped to his knees beside the bed. He looked hungry, starving in fact. And there was no doubt that she was on the menu.

Damon leaned over and captured her nipple between his teeth, then swirled his tongue around the tip. Madie’s back arched and groaned as fire shot through her. He nibbled a while, then opened his mouth wide to take in the top half of her breast. Damon sucked hard. Each pull of his mouth drove her higher, made her body a little tighter, until Madie thought she’d explode.

Tension built in her abdomen, then spread. She writhed beneath him as he released one nipple only to take in the other. Madie’s hips bucked of their own volition.

God make him stop the ache. It’s driving me crazy.

“Not yet.” Damon answered, as if she’d spoken aloud. He reached between her thighs and stroked her until her body felt like it would snap in two. When he pulled his hand away, Madie whimpered in frustration.

“Please, don’t stop.” She barely recognized her own voice.

***

Damon looked down at Madie. Her eyes were glazed with passion. He trailed kisses down her stomach, teasing her tense muscles. He stopped just above the black lace covering her mound. Damon closed his eyes and inhaled. Her arousal washed over him, racing through his canine senses.

He nipped at the band playfully causing her to raise her hips, then he grabbed the edge of the material with his teeth and tugged. He could’ve easily snapped the lace in two with his sharp teeth, but what was the fun in that? Madie lifted her bottom. Damon tossed her underwear over his shoulder, then let his eyes devour what he’d uncovered.

He stared at her naked form, drinking in its beauty, its
purity
and began to drool. Damon couldn’t help it. The canine in him sensed that she was in heat. A guttural sound escaped his throat. “You are truly beautiful, never doubt that. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else.” It was the truth, though he hated to admit it.

Madie blushed. “You’re probably only saying that to be nice, but don’t stop. I love hearing it.”

“You are a gift that only I’ve been allowed to unwrap, and for that, I thank you.” His senses went into overload as he lowered his head to the pale triangle of hair between her thighs and took in her rich womanly aroma.

Damon closed his eyes and dipped his tongue between her nether lips. Her juices flowed over his tongue. She was sheer ambrosia. A strangled cry broke from her throat as he continued to explore. Carefully he separated her delicate petals to expose the succulent bud beneath. Hunger struck with such ferociousness that Damon struggled to breathe.

He lowered his face and began to suckle the sensitive flesh. Madie’s body flooded with moisture. Her velvety entrance called out to him, but Damon knew she wasn’t ready yet. He needed to prepare her, stretch her, if he hoped to ease some of the pain that came with deflowering her. Damon slowly worked one finger inside her, curling it up until he reached the knot of internal nerves guaranteed to drive her insane.

Madie shimmied and rolled her hips.

Damon was determined to ensure that her first and only time would be forever imprinted on her mind and body. He refused to look too closely at why it was so important to him that she find pleasure in his arms.

He swirled his finger around until Madie liquefied. She was so hot. So naturally sensual. Untapped in her sexuality, yet primal in her needs—the perfect Alpha female. Damon imagined her as a she-wolf. Her fur, white as a cloud, her eyes blue as the sky. She’d welcome him in that form, too.

Damon needed to rut inside her. Feel her tight body glove his cock until he didn’t know where he left off and she began. The urge to plant his seed was strong and it scared the hell out of him. Where were these thoughts coming from? This was sex. That’s all he wanted from her—at least until she gave him the Book of Lycan.

Madie dug her fingers into his hair, shoving his face into her sex.

“Mine.” Damon growled low against her wetness, before swirling his tongue her clit. He plunged a second finger inside of her and began to work them in and out. She was tight. So deliciously tight and she was all his.

***

Madie was on fire. Never in her life could she have imagined the sensations shooting through her body right now. Damon’s tongue swirled around her until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her back arched bringing her off the bed. Stars burst behind her eyelids and her whole body shuddered in delight.

His strong hand splayed across her stomach, holding her in place, while his mouth and fingers continued to work their magic. Moisture flooded her until she grew even slicker with need.

Madie wanted to scream. And if he kept doing what he was doing, she would.

He was driving her insane. Her skin heated, over-sensitized by his blatantly sexual massage. Tension reached the breaking point, the pain-pleasure so great that she couldn’t stand it.

“Please stop! I can’t…it’s too much,” she cried out.

“Trust me.” Damon intensified his movements. His long fingers picked up the pace inside of her, while his mouth explored every inch of her nether regions.

Madie’s head thrashed against the pillows. She was coming unglued. Damon added a third finger, before withdrawing them all. Her body cried out for their return.

“No!” she screamed.

“Tell me what you want, Madie.” His voice was strong and confident—determined.