Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
“You have me,” he growls, nipping at my jaw. “Always.”
His mouth finds mine, devouring me in a brutal kiss that leaves me breathless. My hand moves between us, guiding him to my entrance. Hot. Warm. Everything I need, as anticipation has my thighs shaking.
One thrust and he’s inside, filling me in one smooth stroke. The stretch is divine, and I throw my head back with a moan, lifting my hips to urge him deeper.
A quick roll of his hips obliges, but then he pulls out slowly before slamming back in. It’s a slow, torturous pace, and he doesn’t waver, even as I scrabble to grip his hips and drag him forward. Each movement drags a whimper from me, my body arching to meet his. I want faster, harder, but he holds me down, his hands firm on my hips.
He knows what I need but takes what he wants. Slow and steady, drawing out the pleasure until it builds to an unbearable pitch. I can feel it coiling in my belly, a tight knot of sensation that threatens to snap me in two.
“Lucas, please,” I beg, hands clawing at his back. My fingers dig into his shoulders, trying to drag him closer, to pull him in deeper.
He whispers against my lips, tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “I’ve got you, little mate. Let go.”
Another thrust, harder than the last. His cock hits that sweet spot deep inside and my world explodes in a burst of color and light, pleasure shooting through me like an electric current. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as I shatter around him.
Lucas continues to move, drawing out my orgasm until it tapers off into aftershocks. I’m boneless, floating in a haze of pleasure, but he isn’t done with me yet.
He rolls us over until I’m straddling his hips, his cock still buried deep inside me. My breasts bounce as he pushes up into me, his hands gripping my hips. I move with him, riding him slowly as my breath comes in ragged gasps.
It always leaves me feeling a little insecure up here, having him watch me from below.
“Am I too heavy?” I shift my weight, worried that I might be crushing him, even if it’s ridiculous. The man’s stronger than an ox.
Lucas groans, pulling me tighter against him. “No, little mate. You’re perfect.”
The incredible slide of pleasure and friction makes it hard to think, to focus. I move experimentally, my body taking over where my brain falters. The drag and pull of his cock inside me has me moaning and rocking my hips forward, back, forward again.
Oh, that’s… Yeah.
That’s what I need.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his hands grabbing my hips to help guide me, showing me the rhythm he wants. “You like that, don’t you, little witch?”
The endearment sends a little shiver over my skin.
His fingers bite into my hips, his thumbs rubbing over the flare of my hip bones. My moan fills the room, my body clenching around him as he thrusts up into me. The pace is leisurely, almost lazy, but every movement drags another whimper from my throat.
It’s probably the least ladylike I’ve ever sounded, but I don’t care. Not even if the pack can hear it all outside our window. I’m beyond embarrassment, beyond care.
There’s only this—this and Lucas. My body moves of its own accord, and the gentle glide of his cock inside me turns my thighs to liquid fire. They shake from the effort. It’s harder than I thought it would be.
“That’s it,” he says again, voice rougher now, more strained. “You’re doing so good, little mate. Come on. Faster. Ride me harder.”
Harder. I can do harder. I lean forward, bracing my hands on his shoulders, and move faster, finding a rhythm we both need. His hips snap up to meet mine, his back arching off the bed. His eyes burn into mine, primal, hungry.
The bed creaks beneath us, the feral sound of our bodies slapping together filling my ears. No words are needed as his hands fall away from my hips, skimming up my sides to cup my breasts instead. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and electricity shoots straight to my core.
“Oh—“
Breath is wrenched from my lungs as my body tenses. Lucas rolls his hips, lifting to meet me, and the world tilts on its axis. Everything narrows down to the feel of him inside me, the drag and pull of my body moving against his.
I don’t know how long we move, lost in a rhythm dictated by our bodies and needs. It’s carnal. Sensual. Totally and utterly focused on the pleasure building between us, drawn out in long, delicious strokes.
His hands fall away from my breasts, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me down for a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, the tang of sweat and sex, and his moan vibrates against my mouth. I’m breathless, panting as I move against him, lost in the slide and glide of our bodies.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my lips, his breath hot and heavy. “Come for me again, little mate. Let me feel it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. My body is coiled tight, wound like a spring, and when he shifts his hips, hitting that spot deep inside that lights up my nerve endings, I shatter once again. I cry out, my body bowing as I fall apart around him. Lucas lets out a hoarse shout as he follows, his body tensing beneath mine.
For a long moment, we’re frozen, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together.
My legs burn, making me wonder how Lucas does it every time, without a single complaint. Men are just made different, I guess.
Still trembling with aftershocks, I collapse onto his chest. I’m a mass of quivery Ava pudding, and I have no energy left in me. His heart thunders beneath my ear, matching the rapid beat of my own.
Between the wards, traveling miles in the snow, and our fun exercise, I’m ready for some serious snuggles and a long nap—
The world spins as Lucas rolls us over, pinning me beneath him once more. His amber eyes burn with renewed hunger.
“Not done with you yet, little mate.”
“No, no, no.” I laugh breathlessly, slapping my palm over his mouth before he can kiss me. “I’ll die if we go again. My legs already feel like jelly.”
His eyes glitter with amusement above my hand, and he presses a kiss to my palm. “Shower then? We both need to clean up.”
“Now that,” I say, lowering my hand to trace his jaw, “sounds perfect.”
He lied.
That asshole motherfucker lied.
Lied. To my face.
To.
My.
Face.
My glare could melt steel, but Lucas just pulls his shirt over his head, muscles rippling with the movement. Our blanket is clutched tight against my chest—not that there’s any point in modesty after last night, but right now I need all the armor I can get.
He gets ideas when he sees my bare skin.
“You lied to me.”
“Did I?” His eyebrow arches as he buttons his jeans. “We showered.”
“Oh, is that what you call what happened in there?” Heat floods my cheeks at the memory. My skin bears the evidence of his attention—little marks scattered across my collarbone, my breasts, my thighs. Everything aches in the most delicious way, but that’s not the point. “You said we’d clean up.”
“And we did.” His lips twitch. “Eventually.”
“After you—” My voice catches. Even now, after everything we’ve done, after months of intimacy, certain words stick in my throat.
“After I what?” The bastard’s enjoying this.
“You know what.”
“I never said I wouldn’t.” He shrugs, all false innocence. “You assumed.”
I pull the blanket higher, wincing as muscles protest the movement. “You’re impossible.”
“You weren’t complaining last night.” He crosses the room, and before I can dodge, his lips press against my forehead. “Rest today. You need it.”
The pillow flies from my hand, but he’s already moving, laughing as he sidesteps my attack.
“Jerk!”
A blast of arctic air hits my bare skin as Lucas disappears through the door. The blanket does little to shield me from winter’s bite, and every muscle protests as I force myself to stand.
“Never again,” I mutter, hobbling toward the bathroom. “Never trusting that lying Alpha again.”
You knew exactly what would happen the moment he stepped into that shower with you.
“Whose side are you on?” The hot water stings as it hits my shoulders, washing away the evidence of our activities. Steam rises around me, and I lean against the tile wall for support.
My own, as always. Selene’s mental yawn echoes through my mind. Though I must say, our mate’s enthusiasm is entertaining.
“Please don’t.” Heat creeps up my neck that has nothing to do with the shower. “It’s bad enough you have to witness everything.”
“Speaking of witnessing everything.” Grimoire materializes on the counter, in his child form, his flame-red hair dulled by the steam. “Do you two have any idea how difficult it is to maintain my form when you’re—“
Opening the shower door, I snap, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Grabbing my loofah, I point it at him threateningly. “And go be a book somewhere. It’s weird to have you watching me while I’m naked.”