Moonlight's Peril (Moonlight Series Book 1) (18 page)

“If there’s an attack you’re not at your full strength. What good would you be? Eat and go for a run.” She just wanted Tristian to heal. Seeing him like this made her ache.

Tristin glared at his brother. Then he looked at Reylin and his eyes blazed with so much emotion she had to turn away. “I’m not turning full wolf until I know you’re safe.”

“Me?” Reylin squeaked. “Don’t martyr yourself on my account.”

“You know we want you. We’ve always wanted you,” Tristan replied.

“A wolf doesn’t share his mate; a woman doesn’t have two males. It’s just not natural. Don’t. Not again,” Reylin whispered.

“You’ve always said you wouldn’t take a mate until Tobias was stopped. I watched the bastard die. You have no more excuses,” Rune said.

Reylin slammed the tray down on the dresser with more force than she’d intended. Juice sloshed all over the egg bake casserole and toast. “Go for a run. Heal up.”

Her heart beat a million miles per hour. She just couldn’t pick and destroy the brother’s relationship. Wolf twins were rare and shared a mystical connection. Those two were inseparable. Growing up with them, she’d always felt safe. Reylin glanced back at their handsome faces. They weren’t identical, but they were both equally beautiful in a very masculine way. Each had dark brown hair, Rune’s short, and Tristian’s long. Both had one brown eye and one dark gray. Their bodies were incredible, nothing but strength and sinew.

Tristan fixed his gaze on her—hard. “We claimed you in our hearts a long time ago. You’re ours.”

Memories fluttered across her mind. Running through the hayfields and meadows during long summer days and exploring the woodland. Human or wolf, they’d been so free. Happiness surrounded them like the butterflies and sunshine. They’d been her best friends. One day everything changed. They’d told her she’d belonged to them—both of them. She’d clung to her Tobias fears as a shield, but that façade vanished.

“I can’t do this!” Reylin fled the room, slamming the door. She pressed her back against the closed portal to the twins. She pressed her hand over her erratic heart. She’d never be happy if she broke either of their hearts.

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“I should be checking the fence or rounding up Tobias’ pack, but all I want to do is take you home and fuck you until I can’t remember how much death I saw,” Law whispered against Bianca’s ear. “I need you.”

He pushed the door open, still holding her tight, and kicked the door shut. She didn’t say a word as he took her into the bathroom. He still hadn’t put her down as he turned on the shower. Bianca toyed with the overly long hair at the nape of his neck.

“You need a haircut,” she whispered.

“I need my woman,” he replied.

When he set her on her feet, the flash of disappointment flaring up surprised her.

He undressed, but when she started to take off her shirt, he stopped her. “Let me.”

He pulled the t-shirt over her head. She was still in her fluffy pajama pants. Law hooked his fingers in the stretch waistband and pulled the fleece fabric slowly over her hips.
She stood naked except for her white cotton panties. Law’s hungry expression only made the crotch damper. He moved quickly, ripping them off her body.
His gaze lingered on her natural curls at the junction of her thighs and he made a soft noise in the back of his throat.

“I didn’t know werewolves could purr,” she teased. “Shouldn’t you sound more like a wolf than a cat?”

“Oh, I’m much more like a wolf, a big bad wolf. We wolves like to chase pussy too; it’s catching the right one that’s the trick. Honey, you smell amazing.”

Bianca’s breath hitched, and she felt the quick stab of excitement fluttering in her core.
Taking his hand gently in hers, she placed it between her legs, so his fingers brushed her body. “Law do you feel how hot I am for you, how wet? I want you inside me. I want to feel all of you in me.” His eyes darkened at her words. He brought her to him, kissing her with crushing force. His tongue caressed hers. She wanted him in her, everywhere. The need consumed her until her chest was heaving as she panted her lust.

When he pulled back, she noticed his scowl. She reached up and touched his face. She didn’t want to, but she was falling in love with him. The revelation made her heart beat so fast it hurt.

“I have blood on my hands. I’m not human, and I’m afraid of losing control with you,” Law confessed as he looked deeply into her eyes. She saw nothing but honesty.

“I’m willing to take the chance. You’d never hurt me.”

A sad disbelieving chuckle escaped him. “My hands have killed.”

“I’m not afraid of you. Protecting your people from danger is not the same as being a murderer. If you hadn’t killed, you’d be dead right now. I don’t want you to die.”

“I have so much blood on my hands after last night.”

“Let me help you wash it off.” She took his hand and opened the shower door. He let her lead him inside. Bianca took his masculine scented shower gel and squeezed some into her palm. She lathered his body. Her fingers cupped his balls and then moved to run down the length of his shaft. Law was hard, very hard. He groaned as her fingers slid over his taunt skin.

He just stood there looking down at her, mutely. She put more bath gel in her palm and moved her hands up and down his chest before moving behind him to wash his strong shoulders and back. Bianca stood on her tiptoes, leaning against him, to reach his hair. She scrubbed his scalp with her fingers. When the soap had all runoff, she kissed a scar on his shoulder.

Law spun so quickly she gasped as he pinned her against the wall. “My turn,” he growled. He held her arms behind her back with one hand and with the other, he swirled the body wash over her skin. His hand slid up her inner thigh. He flicked her labia, and she felt him running his finger lightly over her intimate skin. Bianca gasped and wiggled, but he didn’t let her go.

His finger trailed up and away from where she wanted him to touch her. She groaned. When his touch skimmed her belly, she arched her back with a gasp, and he kept working his way up her torso until he reached her breast. He held it with his free hand. She gazed down at the top of his head as he leaned in lightly biting her sensitive nipple, before swirling his tongue around the areola and flicking the nipple in a rapid succession of licks. The pain/pleasure brought a savage cry from Bianca.

Bianca whimpered and gazed at him.
“Please.”

“What do you want sweetheart?”

“I want it all.” She moaned and pressed against his fingers as they swirled near her clit, but not near enough. When he gave in and began stroking her clit, she cried out. He used one finger to press against the nub, rubbing, while his middle finger slipped inside of her to find her g-spot. She cried out as the combination of sensations soared through her. He held her immobile; his body blocked the spray from the shower. Steam surrounded them. His gaze never left hers. She breathed in the wet air, and when she came, it was intense. She squeezed her eyes shut as she wailed, but she knew he was watching her. When it was over, he withdrew his hand from her, but still held her pinned to the shower wall.

“You’re beautiful when you come. I take care of what’s mine. You can feel like this every day. Don’t go back to town, Bianca.”

She didn’t reply. The temptation to stay in Law’s world tugged at the edges of her consciousness even as her mind was clouded in bliss.

Law pulled open the shower door and grabbed a towel. The cold air hit her, and her teeth chattered. He dried her first and thoroughly. Law hastily ran the cloth over his skin. Standing next to him was like a furnace. His body gave off far more heat than a human would. He leaned down and kissed her, walking her backward to the bedroom.

Bianca found herself lying back, looking up at his bedroom ceiling. The mattress dipped as he joined her in bed.

Law moved between her legs, and her instant reaction was to squeeze her thighs together. “I’m not done with you yet, woman. I want a taste.” His words held a trace of a growl, causing her to shiver. He tenderly coaxed her legs apart. When his lips touched her pussy, she moaned. He placed a tender kiss on her curls. His tongue worked into her slit, and she shivered. The heat of his mouth and his breath on her there was enough to make her whimper, but when he found her clit, Bianca cried out. He lapped at her and her hips bucked involuntarily as pleasure coursed through her body. Amazing awareness ran through her like electricity. He kept going until she was panting, mewling. He stroked her opening with one finger and gently pressed inside. She was still sensitive from her earlier orgasm. He left her dangling on the precipice but didn’t bring her to orgasm. She opened her eyes and their gazes met.

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you come.”

Is he teasing me?

Law’s possessive expression didn’t seem like he was kidding. He rubbed harder. She was so close. The finger on her g-spot clit worked in unison with the finger on her clit.

Bianca whimpered. “Please.”

When his hot mouth found her nipple, she cried out, and her back arched up. He licked and nipped her breast in a deliciously wondrous rhythm. His fingers never stopped caressing her most pleasurable point. Her clit grew, even more, sensitive under his ministrations. Law’s touch left her so close to the edge of orgasm she couldn’t stop panting. He nibbled at her breast lightly before drawing hard on the nipple.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours!” 

He flicked his finger against the most sensitive spot on her clit and she jerked. He rubbed faster. Bianca shattered against his hand as the first wave of ecstasy washed through her. She came harder than she’d ever come in her life. She wailed her release. “Fuck me,” she begged. Her pussy, already moist from his kisses, contracted as the ache of lust burned through her. She didn’t want this to be slow and sweet.

“No. I’m going to savor you.”

His words stirred her blood.

He grabbed her and turned her. The motion happened so quickly she didn’t have time to protest. He rubbed her clit with his hand as he held her hips. Her ass pressed against his hard erection. Bianca closed her eyes tight and arched her back as pleasure infused her until she was nothing but lust. Law entered her ready body with one swift push. He paused, balls deep in her pussy, and then pulled back slowly before slamming back into Bianca. She shuddered with pleasure and rocked against him, moaning. Leaning over her, his mouth was close to her ear, and she could feel his warm breath on her neck, ruffling the strands of hair, tickling her.

“Let me lead, woman,” he muttered into her hair as he gave her ass an open palm smack. Sparks erupted in her womb wetting her pussy even more. A shock of lust exploded within her. Prickling agony awakened a desperation she’d never experienced before.

Law’s cock was still inside of her as he began thrusting inside of her with hard, driving strokes. He fucked her with passion and she lay under him, a slave to his thick shaft, whimpering approval. Each time he moved a new ripple of delight coursed to her core. She gasped mewling screams as she strained against the pleasure. She feared she’d snap when she crested to the very pinnacle of her release. All Bianca could do was let him ride her until the fervidness of carnality reached its zenith. Release hit her. Bianca came until tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes.

“Law! Yes. Yes!” She uttered sounds that were unintelligible mingled with the occasional word. “I’m yours,” she screamed at the top of lungs as the last wave of perfection cascaded through her and her orgasm slowly subsided. He stiffened and with a triumphant cry, the heat of his release washed over her to mingle with her wet passion. He collapsed beside her. His sweat slick body half covered her, and she relished the connection as he pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. She smiled, listening to his heart beating.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed the words with reverence. “Mine.” Law kissed the side of her neck.

Law’s declaration sent a shiver through her, but it was a good shiver. She lay next to him—content— for a moment before reality came back into her thoughts. They hadn’t used protection, but it was too late now.

“I remember seeing you in town over the years. I thought you were the best-looking woman I’d ever seen, but too spunky. You’re curvy in all the right places.”

“Gee, thanks so much. So what do you think now?”

“Oh, you’re still too spunky.”

Bianca laughed and slapped his arm playfully. Law pulled her against him and kissed her shoulder. It was nice, way too nice.
What am I doing? This can’t last.

“I should get up and check on Chessa.”

“You’re a good mother,” Law said before kissing her just under her ear. “You’ll raise happy, loved children with me.”

Children?
His candor splashed cold water on her peace. She didn’t even know if she wanted more children, not to mention their differences weren’t exactly minor.
Can I handle belonging to this man? Can I handle more were-kids?
Bianca pushed away from him as if he were on fire. His arms tightened around her before he let her go.

“Um, that’s kind of serious pillow talk, buddy. I’m uh, yeah, going to clean up quick.”

Bianca scurried back to the bathroom and shut the door a little too fast and a lot too cowardly. She leaned against the barrier and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to leave, but staying just didn’t seem right for Chessa.
What the hell, have I gotten into?