Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
His mouth curves against my skin, and I feel the vibration of his laugh again. Those clever, experienced hands drift over my hips, splaying across my stomach before dipping lower, beneath my waistband and between my thighs.
Slick. Hot. Ready.
Everything in me tightens, and I tilt my hips toward his touch. My breath catches as his fingers slide over my folds, gathering proof of my arousal before circling my entrance.
“Jesus, Lisa.” His voice is barely a growl. “You’re already soaked.”
He pushes a finger inside me, making me keen with need. It’s been so long. Too long. My skin is on fire. Nerves alive.
“Kellan, please.” My fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to continue. “Don’t tease. I need—“
Words fail me. I don’t even know what I need. Just more. More of him. More pleasure. More of this feeling that drags me away from the memories of blood on snow and death.
Because right now, I’m alive. Right now, I’m here, in Kellan’s arms, and nothing else matters.
“I know what you need.” His voice is rough as he pushes another finger inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. His lips close over my nipple, and my back bows off the bed.
My body is alive with sensation. Every touch. Every breath. It’s all too much and not enough, all at once.
“Fuck.” He swears as I clench around his fingers. “Maybe I should tie you down. Keep you still so I can—“
“Don’t you dare.” My chest heaves as I battle the coil of need twisting tighter with each passing second. “Don’t hold back with me, Kellan. Not tonight.”
His eyes flash amber, his wolf a hairsbreadth away. “I’ll break you.”
“I won’t break.” I punctuate each word with a desperate kiss. “Need you, Kellan. Please.”
My heart beats a wild staccato, blood rushing in my ears. My skin is hypersensitive. Awareness of Kellan’s body against mine has me on edge, hovering on the knife blade of control. I need release. Need to feel something. Anything.
He kisses me with an almost bruising force, his fingers thrusting in and out of me, stretching, preparing me. I push back against his hand, rocking my hips, chasing the most pleasure I can draw from his fingers, even as I ache for something more.
His fingers leave me feeling empty, and I lift my hips, silently begging. “Kellan.”
“Need you naked.” The words are little more than a growl against my lips as he suddenly yanks his fingers from inside me, before gripping my pants in both of his hands.
Then he rips them apart.
Just a great tearing sound and cool air flooding in to brush against my ass, along with a heavy dose of arousal gushing between my thighs.
Holy shit.
Tell me why that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever experienced.
It takes only seconds to tug the remnants of my poor flannel pants off, and his weight shifts as he kneels between my legs. Hot and hard and perfect, his cock presses against my entrance, leaving me keening with need.
“Let me know if it’s too much.” His voice is hoarse, underscoring the tension thrumming through his body.
I dig my fingers into his arms, pulling him down, guiding him inside me. The stretch is perfection. I’m hot and wet and so, so ready. His weight settles over me, his cock sinking deep into my body.
Stretching.
A little painful.
But oh, God, so good.
“Fuck.” His hips flex, slowly easing more of himself inside me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Me, too. I’ve been fighting this for so long.
Winding my legs around his waist, I urge him to take more. To take all of me, as hard as he wants.
“All of you,” I murmur, jerking my hips forward. “Now. Hurry.”
There’s a little discomfort as he bottoms out, then the burn fades into exquisite sensation.
I kiss him with everything I have. The slide of his mouth against mine. The press of our bodies. The primal rhythm of this mating dance our bodies have memorized without our input.
It’s wild. It’s desperate. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed.
He moves above me with a slow, steady rhythm that has my head spinning.
And then he curses, and that steady rhythm goes wild.
His hips slam into mine, jolting my entire body further up the bed, hard enough to make my moans turn into screams. Every thrust brings us closer together, every rock of his hips pushes me nearer to the edge.
But it’s more than just physical. As our bodies join in perfect harmony, the soul-deep connection sparks between us. Fated mates. Meant for each other. This moment was written in the stars.
I cry out as pleasure washes over me in wave after wave, carrying me away on a tide of pure sensation. Heat coils in my belly as I shatter around him, screaming his name.
But he doesn’t stop.
He keeps moving, thrusting hard enough to bring the stars down from the sky, prolonging my pleasure as my core clenches around him. I’m distantly aware of his cock throbbing inside me, the pressure of his release, but it’s secondary to the inferno he’s unleashed inside me.
Spent, I sink into the mattress, my eyelids feeling like lead. Kellan follows a moment later, his weight comforting, solid as he settles onto his elbows, breathing ragged.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I squint my eyes open, watching as he stares at me with concern.
“No.” I reach for him, tangling my fingers with his. “It was perfect.”
The word feels inadequate.
It’s complicated and messy and perfect, all at once. Fated mates. Human and wolf. My breath tangles with his as I bask in the afterglow, and he doesn’t roll off me.
He remains inside, keeping me pleasantly stretched as he nuzzles my throat.
It takes a few minutes and the haze of pleasure subsiding for me to realize he’s still hard. My breath hitches.
“Not enough,” he murmurs. “I need more.”
That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.
“What do you mean, they haven’t found them?”
The map sprawls across Lucas’s desk, its edges curling where the paper wants to roll back into itself. Red marks pepper the surface—each one a spot where our scouts searched and found nothing.
“The tracks led here.” Kellan’s finger taps a spot near the eastern border. “Then nothing. Like they vanished into thin air.”
Lisa shifts beside me, her arms wrapped tight around herself. The memory of Mira’s death weighs heavy on her still. “Are they gone, then?”
“They’re not thinking straight enough to hide.” Kellan traces the path on the map. “The taint makes them aggressive, reckless. They’d be attacking anything that moves.”
Lucas’s jaw tightens. “Unless someone’s controlling them.”
The thought sends ice through my veins. Selene perks up, staring at me. She’s been extra sensitive to my worry of late.
“The Mad Prince.” Lisa’s voice cracks. “You think he’s controlling them?”
“It’s possible.” Lucas straightens, his shoulders rigid. “We can’t assume they’ve just wandered off. Not with everything else that’s happened.”
His beta frowns. “I doubt that. They acted just like the wolves touched by the corruption. The only difference is their lack of scent.”
“Could be a smokescreen. A way for them to keep us assuming horses instead of zebras.” Golden eyes meet mine. “Or it could be exactly what it seems. Either way, we need to deal with it. We just need to increase security. Are you prepared?”
I nod. “The longer we wait, the more it spreads. I’m ready to go now.”
“Kellan will lead a team of fifteen wolves to guard you while you work. I’d rather go myself—“
“You have too much to do. I’ll be under the best guard.” Standing, I head to his side, sliding my arm through his. His body’s tense, filled with frustration.
“Lisa, you’ll stay here.” Kellan looks conflicted, much as my mate does.