Betting the Moon: Cannon Pack, Book 4 (7 page)

A zing of excitement tightened her neck. What would he look like in his werewolf form? Would he remember who she was? Would she be in danger? But the danger factor only added to his allure. “I agree. Bloodshed isn’t the answer.”

“Other than biting him, I only have one thing to offer. He can’t glamour a shifter. That and my good looks are all I’ve got.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “Don’t forget your modesty.”

“Judging from what happened earlier, however, I’d say he could most likely glamour you.”

Mari shivered, remembering the cold hold Bascom had put on her.

“So what’s it going to be, Mari? Is keeping your promise more important than keeping Bascom from glamouring innocent people? Or from putting a vamp hex on you?”

He did have a point. A damn good point. “Maybe you’re right.”

His amber-lit eyes twinkled with mirth. “Darlin’, I’m always right.” He grew serious. “Then we agree? You’ll use your magic?”

“Okay. But we have to be careful. I need all the advantages I can get.”

“Don’t I know it? You may be a witch, but I don’t think you’re much of a match for an ancient vampire.”

“Oh, so you don’t think I can take him?” She wasn’t sure she could either, but why did he have to assume as much?

“I didn’t say you can’t handle yourself, but let’s face it. You’re going to need a lot of help. That’s where I come in.”

She crossed her arms and smirked. “And just how will you help, since I’m the one with the magic?”

“I’ll play bait and distract him, giving you time and cover to do your thing.”

He was right, of course. She would have a better chance if she could blindside Bascom. “Makes sense. Unless you get hurt in the process.”

Tucker snorted. “Don’t worry about me, darlin’. I’ll hold my own. You just try not to look at his eyes.”

“I’ll do my best. Not that I can take care of myself like you can, of course.” She grinned. Men and their egos.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed her arm. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Did he just try to placate me?
She smothered a laugh.

“Thanks. I’ll try.” In the meantime, maybe she should show him just how strong a witch she was. She crossed her legs, narrowly missing his crotch with her knee. A move that wasn’t lost on Tucker. “So do you believe everyone deserves a little payback?”

He narrowed his eyes, suspicions clouding his face. “Why do I feel like I’ve just stepped into a trap?”

She ignored his question. He’d get his answer soon enough. “I think I owe you some payback,
darlin’
.”

“How so?”

“Do you remember our hookup in the hallway?”

“I’ll never forget it.”

The sincerity behind his words hit her, giving her more incentive to carry out her spell. “You kind of took me by surprise, you know? Then you took control of me.”

He slid his hand off the arm of the chair to skim along her thigh, slipping his fingertips under the hem of her skirt. His touch awakened her nerves, then sent a thrill up her leg. “Are you sorry I did?”

“No, but I think you deserve a little payback of your own.”

“Really?” He swallowed, then ran his tongue over his upper lip.

“I do. And it’s my turn to take over.”

She murmured the magical words under her breath. Tucker tensed up, then let out a yelp as he was yanked into the air. Mari slipped under him, getting out of the way seconds before he landed in the chair.

“How the hell?”

Not giving him a moment to react, she waved her hands and murmured a binding spell. Tucker’s hands clutched the chair arms. He jerked and yanked his arms, trying to get away, but the hex held, keeping his hands glued to the wood. Growling, he lifted his head to glare at her with amber-rich eyes, then snarled, exposing sharp fangs.

“Hell’s bells!” Mari plopped onto the edge of the bed. “You really are a werewolf. I guess maybe I didn’t truly believe… Wow.”

Tucker growled again as his ears pointed and fur replaced the stubble along his chin.

“Are you changing?” Alarm pierced her, but still couldn’t compete with her curiosity. “Are you still in there?”

Tucker stopped struggling and ducked his head. She sensed the struggle had turned inward with a battle to stay human warring with the animal wanting to be set free.

“Tucker?”

He lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. Fur no longer trimmed his jaw line and his eyes had returned to blue, his fangs receding as she watched.

“Uh-uh.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “No, don’t hide them. I want to see your fangs.”

He renewed his fight to get loose. “What are you up to, Mari?”

“I told you. Payback.” She inched toward him and ran her hands over his thighs. He sucked in a breath, his gaze fixed on her. “Damn, that was something.”

“I didn’t scare you?”

“Not a bit.” At his surprised expression, she added, “I know. I would’ve thought I’d run like a rabbit.” She rubbed her hands over his thighs again, then gave him a sultry look. “But I think it’s sexy as hell.”

Tucker’s anger was gone from his eyes, replaced by a different kind of predator’s gleam. “How sexy?”

Mari positioned herself between his legs and tugged the button of his jeans open. “This sexy.”

Chapter Five

You Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine

Tucker sucked in a breath, scooted his bottom to the end of the chair, then lifted it higher, allowing Mari to tug his jeans to the floor. She yanked off his shoes, followed them with his jeans and tossed them away. His shaft already stood at attention as she wrapped her hand around him.

“Ooh, I like it when a man comes prepared.”

“If I had it my way, underwear would be banned.”

She stretched over him, her lips only an inch from the tip. “I hope it’s okay that I wore panties.”

“Darlin’, you keep doing what you’re doing and you can wear anything you want. As long as you know it’s gotta come off sometime.” He started to say more but lost his train of thought when she touched the end of her tongue against the tip of his cock. “Go on, darlin’. Wrap your sweet mouth around me.”

Instead of giving him his wish, she continued to toy with him, flicking her tongue lightly over his slit. He groaned and worked to free his hands, but her spell held him as securely as chains would have.

“You’re killing me.”

The evil grin she gave him was sexy as hell. “I don’t think so. But even if I am, do you want me to stop?”

“Hell, no. Still, I wouldn’t mind if you turned me loose so I could help.”

“Not a chance. I like you this way.” She cupped his balls while she stroked him with her other hand. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she dove in, taking every inch of his shaft inside her mouth.

“Oh, shit!” Tucker jerked, then moaned as she matched the up-and-down slide of her hand with the movement of her mouth.

Dragging on him, she pulled, then released, then pulled again. The whirlwind of lust began in his abdomen, then spiraled outward. His cock grew harder, longer, pulsing with need. Her silky blonde hair, so close yet miles from his reach, tempted him to reach out and clutch a handful of the soft strands, and he flexed his hands, desperate to touch her.

He moaned, unable to resist the delicious torture of her teeth as she teased his delicate skin, toying with him, pretending she just might take a nibble. Instead, she sucked his skin in and fondled his balls. His stomach tightened with need, and his shaft jerked as his lust spun out of control. He groaned, giving voice to the urgency whirling inside him.

“Eeggh, let me go.”

She glanced up, shot him a questioning look. “What’s wrong? Can’t you get away on your own? Or is this witch too much for a big, strong wolfman?” She grabbed his shirt with both hands and yanked it open. Buttons flew everywhere, and she laughed, obviously enjoying herself. “Mmm, nice abs.”

Keeping one hand on his shaft, she placed a palm flat on his chest and skimmed it over his stomach. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, making a path to his shoulders.

He thrust out his chin toward her chest. “How about you? Let me see what’s under your blouse.”

Seeing his hunger echoed in her eyes was all it took. She whispered a spell and her blouse opened, exposing her braless breasts.

“Man, oh, man.” His lips parted, his gaze raking over her. “Come here, Mari. Quit fooling around and free my hands.”

She shook her head. “Not until I’m ready. Until then…” Another spell and her skirt dropped to the floor.

He groaned and struggled against his invisible restraints. “I thought you said you had on panties.”

She glanced down, gasped coquettishly, her fingers over her mouth, then brought out a very big grin. “Oh, my. Looks like I lied.”

“That’s one lie I’m okay with.” He took her in, aching to feel swell of her soft stomach under his palms. Even now, he could taste her perky nipples, each surrounded by a beautiful brown areola. He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the curly blonde strip of hair between her legs. “Sit on me, Mari. Ride me.”

She hesitated only a second, then slid onto his lap. He tried to arch upward, to encourage her to let him enter her. She flattened her hands on his chest, pushing her breasts together, and leaned forward.

Tucker latched on to her nipple and sucked, closing his eyes in his relief to finally touch her. He circled her hard nub with his tongue, eliciting a soft mewing sound from her. Pushing her breast against his face, he sucked harder, adding a nibble between licks. Her other breast tickled his cheek.

“Ooh, yeah. Suck on me, Tucker.”

He obeyed her, using his mouth and tongue, wishing he could use his hands. If he could, he’d grab her bottom and force her onto his cock.

As if she’d read his mind, she reached for him, then guided his already weeping shaft into her pussy. He let out an “ahh” that melted with hers. Moving her hips back and forth, she inched his length inside her, until at last she threw back her head and let out a cry. He thrust upward, driving as hard and fast as he could.

Sweat broke out along her forehead as she matched him, riding him like a cowgirl breaking a wild horse. Digging her fingernails into his skin, she paused, tensed, then cried out again as a shudder ripped through her.

She continued to ride him, shifting her body to the front, then the back, her vaginal muscles clamping onto him, possessing him.

Sex-clouded eyes looked down at him. “Bite me, Tucker. Use your fangs and bite my breast.”

“Let me go, Mari, so I can do this right.”

“You’re doing just fine.” Cupping her breast, she offered it to him again. “Bite me. Just a little. I want to see your fangs.”

As though she’d put a charm over him, he shifted almost before he knew it was happening. Fangs sliced through gums as the Change overtook him. He inhaled, once, then twice, calming the wolf inside him, keeping him restrained.

Mari’s eyes grew wide, and for a moment, he saw fear in them. But the fear was soon swept away with heat. She bit her lip, an imitation of his fangs sliding past his lower lip, then circled her hips, driving him over the edge.

He growled his release, then bit her breast as she clung to him, shaking through a climax of her own. She mewed soft, sexy sounds, sounds filled with longing and with pain, before finally dragging in a ragged breath. He fought to keep control, part of him wanting to do more than give her a small bite. Part of him urged him to bite deeper, longer, enough to change her. The battle waged inside him, tearing him into two parts until he had no choice but to either take her as his mate or release her.

Tucker jerked away from her and saw the two small trails of blood sliding down her breast. “Mari.”

She fell on him, resting her forehead on his shoulder. He could hear the hammering of her heart even over his own pounding beat.

“I—I didn’t mean to take it this far, Tucker.”

“You didn’t?” Had she not liked it?

Slipping off him, she turned her back on him and hurriedly threw on her clothes. “No, I didn’t. I was just going to tease you.”

He tilted his head, enjoying the view of her round bottom, then forced himself to ignore the carnal juices still flowing in him. “I didn’t mind. In fact, I’m glad you did.”

She whirled around, the misery on her face shocking him, making him forget everything else. “I’m sorry, Tucker. I’m totally ashamed.”

“Are you kidding me? Trust me, darlin’, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

Her pleasure at his compliment broke through her dismay but only for a moment. “But I practically raped you!”

He was sure he’d misunderstood her. Once he realized he hadn’t, the laughter spilled out of him. “Why the hell would you think that?”

She was confused now, sputtering her words. “I put a spell on you. You couldn’t move, and even when you told me to let you go, I didn’t. I held you against your will. I am so, so sorry.”

He had to stop laughing at her before she became less ashamed and more irritated. “Against my will? Hardly. Okay, maybe physically. But don’t worry about it, Mari. You didn’t do anything to me I didn’t want done. Besides, if I’d wanted to get away, all I would’ve had to do was shift.”