Bite of the Moon: Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance Boxed Set (34 page)

“Again, Lyric. I need to feel you come again.” She was so tight, he feared hurting her with his size.

“Inside me this time, Rowan.”

Rowan pumped his fingers, adding a third. “I need to make sure you’re ready.”

She gripped his hair. “I passed ready a few minutes ago.”

Chapter Five

Lyric looked down at the man who appeared prepared to spend the rest of the night between her thighs. Lying on top of the white comforter, she thought of all the debauchery they were going to do and hoped Mrs. McCartney forgave her. His large fingers felt great inside her, stretching deliciously, but she wanted his big cock. She wondered if she should tell him she’d never been with a man before.

“What about protection?” Rowan asked, swiping his tongue across her again.

Fuck, how can the man think of practical things? “There are things you’ll learn. One, we aren’t susceptible to human diseases. Two, we are only fertile twice a year. You and every other wolf will know when a female is in heat. It’s very similar to other canines, only we don’t need a dozen wolves to service us. We are just able to get pregnant at that time. Now, can we proceed?”

Heat lit his gorgeous eyes. “We will revisit this conversation later.”

She liked his possessive attitude. The way his words rumbled against her was another sensation in itself. “Okay, so will you fuck me now?”

“You are so going to get your ass spanked.” He growled.

“Promises, promises.” She squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers, hoping it would get him to move up her body. His eyes flashed from black to blue, and she feared she’d pushed him too far.

“Up,” he ordered, removing his fingers and body from hers. She felt herself being lifted and the coverlet being tossed to the foot of the bed. “Lie in the middle, and don’t touch yourself.”

Wow. Rowan was a totally demanding lover. She had never had a man, or wolf, tell her what to do like he was, but found she loved it. She’d never had a lover, so maybe they all did this. Somehow she doubted they all were like Rowan.

Watching him strip off his shirt, she was amazed at the flex and play of muscles. He tossed the flannel to the side then lifted his arms and pulled the undershirt over his head from behind. She loved how guys did that, the way they crossed their arms and effortlessly did the task was sexy as all get out. His jeans came next, and, with a tug, he pulled the sides apart. Gasping as his cock sprang free, Lyric licked her lips, imagining wrapping them around the mushroom-shaped head.

“Don’t do that or I’ll come all over your tits and then you’ll have to go get clean and I’ll have to start all over.”

“That doesn’t sound like a threat to me.”

He groaned. “You’re going to fucking kill me. Maybe your brother should’ve locked you away.”

Lyric grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. “What fun would that have been?”

Rowan’s grip on his dick looked painful, but he placed one knee on the bed and then the other. “Darlin’, I’m beginning to think I didn’t know the meaning of fun before you.”

His words sent warmth through her.

He settled on top of her, and she shifted her legs farther apart, raising them to rest against the back of his thighs.

Rowan held himself up on his elbows, looking down on her with a strange expression.

“What are you looking for?” she asked.

With a shake of his head, he brought his mouth down to hers. Lyric had been kissed before. Many times, but none had ever felt like a claiming the way Rowan’s kiss did. He turned his head and changed the angle of the kiss, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, and then did the same to the top. Good, lawd, the man was making love to her mouth.

He shifted, and she felt his cockhead brush against her pussy. She thought he was going to push into her, had hoped he would, but the diabolical man had other plans of torture. He continued to kiss her as if he had all the time in the world, rubbing her pussy with his dick, waking up her nerve endings all over again. She shifted, trying to force him to enter her.

Rowan chuckled against her mouth. “So impatient, luv.”

She didn’t take his word to heart. It was too soon, but she was sure she was on the cusp of falling hard for this man. Her wolf, and her own silly self, wanted to claim him for their own, but she made a promise. She would give him a chance to…decide what he wanted. Even if that was another woman, Lyric wouldn’t kill the faceless bitch. She’d try really hard not to hurt her too badly.

“Hey, where did you go?” Rowan asked.

She smiled and tried to shake off the fear he’d choose another. “Nowhere. I was just worrying about everything.”

“I must not be doing this right then.” He sighed.

Lyric wanted to tell him it was her not him, but then he began nibbling on her neck. She loved having her neck bitten just right. Nobody had ever done it the way he was, with just enough pressure she actually felt her body responding with little tremors. “Oh, fuck me.”

Rowan chuckled like he knew, which he probably did with his heightened sense of smell.

He didn’t break the skin, but Lyric felt his teeth and was aware she’d have a visible mark and loved it. When he moved down to her upper breast and bit down again, she shivered. If he continued, she’d explode into a million little pieces. His stubbly chin scraped across her nipple, eliciting a moan and another streak of heat went straight to her core. Lyric was on the verge of begging him to bite her, mark her, and fuck her as he sucked the tip of her left breast into his mouth. She howled and was sure everyone in the compound heard her. Her back bowed off the bed; her nails raked down his back. He did the same to the right one, scraping across her nipple.

Lyric couldn’t handle any more. She rolled them, using her strength and his distraction to her advantage. “Can’t take anymore. Need you inside me, now.”

“Take what you need, darlin’. I’m all yours,” Rowan said, holding Lyric by the hips as she gripped his dick.

She guided the tip to her, taking him inside. God, he was so big. She pressed down, taking a little more, then lifted back up. Her hands on his chest, she rocked back and forth with his hands on her hips, helping to guide her.

“Too slow, Rowan. Help, me. I want all of you.” She was panting.

Sweat beaded on his brow. “Is this your first time, Lyric?”

Her teeth tugged on her lower lip. “Technically, yes. I mean I have BOB, but he doesn’t really count.”

Rowan nodded and flipped them, his cock sliding out of her. “It’s okay. Trust me.”

With her on her back and him looming over her, she saw how tightly he was holding himself in check. He braced one arm next to her head, the other he used to guide himself into her. Slowly he worked his way inside, his thumb flicking her clit with each pass, taking her close to the edge again. The man was a fucking god in bed. She flinched at the sting of pain which was quickly erased as Rowan worked his magic.

Once he’d worked his entire length in, Lyric stared into his dark eyes. “You feel so good inside me.” Her battery operated boyfriend was getting the boot when she got home. The pain was subsiding as her body adjusted to his size, making the need for more apparent.

His cock twitched. “My dick agrees. I don’t want to move.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I’d ask how you stayed a virgin so long, but I’m chauvinistic enough to be one happy motherfucker right now. Plus, I’ve met your brother.”

Panting, Lyric nipped his chin. “Let’s not speak of the devil.” She swiveled her hips. “Hmm, I kinda like having you right here, but I really need you to move.”

Rowan laughed. “Your wish is my command.”

Lyric thought she was ready for him to move, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the sensations he awoke as his dick moved in and out of her. His arms came down and wrapped around her shoulders, bringing them chest to chest. Her nipples lit up at the contact, making her pussy squeeze in counterpoint.

“Fuck, don’t do that. I won’t last,” Rowan growled.

Pulling his hips back, he set up a fast and furious pace she met with her own. She couldn’t hold back the orgasm that washed over her, any more than she could her teeth from coming out. Rowan’s eyes widened, and his own teeth appeared. She tried to tell him it was normal, that she had been told it happened during sex, but he growled a deep animalistic sound.

“Mine,” he said and then bit into her shoulder. Another orgasm, harder and even more intense, rolled through her.

“Yes.” Lyric agreed. Her own wolf yipped and struck into his exposed shoulder.

Rowan howled, his hips slamming into her, and he shouted as he came. They each licked the other’s wounds, their bodies shuddering in unison.

Lyric wasn’t sure what to say to him. How to explain they’d just marked each other and were forever mated. He didn’t understand the way of their kind. There were no divorces like humans. She’d just royally fucked up, and he was already growing hard again. Her body responded, wanting him again.

He rolled. “Ride me, this time. I want to see these bounce.” He tweaked her nipples.

She knew it was the coward’s way out, but they couldn’t undo it and he had bitten her first. Tomorrow she’d tell him what it meant and hope he forgave her. Everything always looked better with the sun shining.

“With pleasure.” She smiled wickedly, moving back and forth in a slow glide. Every movement made her more aware of the way he filled her so completely.

By the time they fell asleep in an exhausted heap, Lyric had it worked out in her mind what she would say to her mate when they woke up. She wouldn’t beat around the bush, she promised.

Lyric woke with a start, knowing instinctively something was wrong. She looked around the dark room for Rowan. The silence that greeted her had unease skating down her spine. She didn’t call out for him like a damsel in distress, knowing he was not in the suite.

Opening her senses, she half shifted to allow her wolf out in order to sort through the layers of smells and noises. The older couple were sleeping soundly, if the noises coming from the large apartment were any indication.

She dressed in her discarded clothes from the night before when there was no sign of her mate. He’d fucked her into the wee hours of the morning, yet he had the audacity to leave without a word? Her wolf wanted to rip his nuts off, but her human heart felt like it had been ripped out.

The door he’d wedged a barstool under was locked, but not secured like he’d left it the night before. Another pang hit her heart that he didn’t take measures to secure her like a mate would. She tried to tell herself he didn’t know all the rules of shifters, but the excuse was lame even to her own mind.

Rowan’s faint scent didn’t head back the way they’d come; his trail led toward the outer doors that were so heavily coded she was sure he’d be there since he didn’t have the access to get out. The lights flickered in the dimly lit hallway, an eerie sense that something was not right warned her to sound the alarm, and then the smell of Rowan’s blood hit her.

Her mate was in trouble. She tried reaching him through their bond, coming up blank. The thought that he was too injured to answer had her stumbling against the wall, then common sense made her reassess the situation. Rowan was still newly made and hadn’t fully bonded with his wolf. Taking a deep breath, she centered herself.

Kellen had strict rules when it came to pack. Her mate, new or not, was one of theirs. She took a moment to call out to Kellen, their link as strong as if he was right in front of her.

After ensuring the pack was made aware there was trouble at the MC, she looked out through the camera screen mounted on the wall, searching the empty parking lot for any sign of a disturbance. Seeing nothing, nor any indication of where Rowan had gone, she threw the door open, coming to a stop at the small drops of blood. Her mate had been injured outside the sanctuary. She kept her back to the door and squatted, seeing the clear imprints of several boot prints. The fact they were boots, and not paws, led her to believe it was men, not wolves.

Her alpha’s presence floated over her long before he actually stepped out the door.

“What the hell is going on, Lyric? Where’s your mate?” Kellen’s blue eyes flashed as he scanned the darkness. She’d never truly been scared of her brother’s best friend and the alpha of the Iron Wolves. Being eleven years older than her twenty-four years, he was like another big brother. Kellen was the alpha everyone feared. His six foot two frame had already began a partial shift, making him even larger. Black claws that could rip a person’s head from their body extended from the tips of his long fingers. His deep voice sent a chill that had nothing to do with the night air down to her toes.

Voice quavering, she answered. “I woke to find Rowan gone. When I followed his scent, it led me here.” She pointed to the blood and scuff marks.

The tunnel leading back up through the back entrance shouldn’t have been found by anyone, not even another shifter, unless someone from their pack had betrayed them.

“It doesn’t look like he shifted, but I can smell wolf other than your mate. I want you to go back inside and set the alarms. Do you understand me? That means everyone inside is to go on lockdown.” He touched her arm, the contact gentle, yet commanding.

Lyric wanted to protest that it was her duty to follow Rowan, that she’d brought him into the pack and mess, but Kellen’s grip tightened slightly as if anticipating her refusal. She nodded slightly, praying Rowan was safe. If anything happened to him, Lyric would never forgive herself.