Come Moonrise (6 page)

She really was tired.

She curled up on the sofa under both quilts
and willed her mind to stop spinning around the insurmountable
problem of her useless love for her best friend.

***

Ty walked into the cabin and was hit
immediately by her scent. He wanted to howl at the moon, but even
more than that...he wanted to taste her whole body, to soak that
scent into every one of his pores.

He frowned when he realized her presence was
so strong because she was sleeping on the couch.

Stubborn.

He smiled grudgingly. He should have known
she’d do it when she didn’t argue with him. She’d spent over a
decade taking care of him too. He’d laughed at her efforts
sometimes, finding it genuinely amazing that this small human woman
could think he needed her to protect him in any way.

Even though she didn’t know he was werewolf,
she did know he was a strong man...and determined. Only this time,
she would get her way. Normally, he would have just picked her up
and put her in the bed, but he couldn’t trust himself to touch her.
He wanted her too badly. The full moon and his change were getting
closer by the hour, making it more and more difficult to control
his baser impulses.

He stoked the fire, trying to ignore the
lure of her scent. After putting on another big log, he went into
the bedroom and shut the door. Hoping for a respite from the
seductive smell tormenting him, he groaned in real pain when he saw
her clothes folded in a neat pile on top of the dresser.

He picked them up, holding them as far from
his body as he could and carried them into the other room. He left
them by the woodstove. He could tell her he wanted them to be warm
for her in the morning if she asked about it.

Thankfully, the scent that lingered when he
went back into the bedroom was muted. He shut the door and cracked
the window, letting in frigid, but fresh air to help mask it.

As it was, he doubted he was going to get
any sleep that night.

***

Frankie woke up pulsing between her legs
from a dream about Ty, rolled over and fell off her narrow bed to
the hard cabin floor.

"Ooph..." She climbed to her knees, still
disoriented from sleep. "Jeeze. Trust me to fall out of bed when
I’m twenty-six years old."

Standing up, she winced
with pain. Her neck and back hurt from the cramped position on the
couch and she would bet her favorite copy of the
Merck Veterinary Manual
she was going to have a big purple bruise on her hip
tomorrow.

The main room was cooling off and she
realized the fire needed to be stoked again. She was surprised Ty
hadn’t come out to do it. He must be sleeping pretty heavily. She
took care of it and then tried to stretch out the kinks.

It only took a few seconds of stretching to
realize that any attempt at sleeping the rest of the night on the
sofa would be hopeless.

If she snuck into the bed with Ty, he
wouldn’t even notice. It was so big. His insistence they not share
it was just plain stupid. So, okay...he didn’t want to make love to
her, but no one was asking him to. She just wanted a comfortable
place to sleep without the guilt of knowing she was consigning her
best friend to the purgatory of the too-short couch.

She opened the door to the bedroom as
quietly as she could and tiptoed toward the bed. It was freezing.
Goosebumps shivered down her arms.

"What are you doing, Frankie?" Ty’s voice
was gravelly and low, but not sleepy.

It was also not in the least welcoming.

Since he was awake, she made no effort to be
quiet as she crossed to the window. "It’s open. Are you nuts?"

"I like fresh air when I sleep."

"Well, you’re going to have to go without
tonight." She shut the window with a snap.

"To hell with the window, what are you doing
in here?" It sounded like he took a deep breath and let it out
slowly. "Damn. That wasn’t smart. You’re supposed to be on the
couch." He said it like he was telling her she’d shirked her duty
toward world peace, or something.

"I fell out of bed." She grimaced at the
admission.

"Are you okay?" All irritation had drained
from his voice to be replaced by immediate concern.

How was she going to walk away from this
man? "Not really." She sighed. "I bruised my hip and I can’t get
comfortable on the sofa again."

"You have to try."

"I don’t want to. It’s hopeless, Ty."

"You can’t sleep in here with me," he ground
out, the softness fading as fast as it had come to his voice.

She ignored him. Sometimes you just had to
do that with bossy men. She crossed the room and climbed into the
bed on the opposite side of Ty. "Just pretend I’m not here."

"I can’t do that."

She rolled her eyes in the dark. "I promise
not to kick."

"You’re breathing. That’s enough."

She turned on her side away from him. "Get
over it, Ty. I’m not going back to the couch."

"You chose to sleep on it, to get your scent
all over it. I can’t sleep out there now."

Great, now he was saying she stank. Nice.
"So, I made a mistake."

"Yes, you did."

She turned back to face him and realized
he’d moved across the bed. His face was less than six inches from
hers.

"You don’t sound so good."

"You’re wearing my shirt."

"Do you want me to take it off?"

"Yes."

She gasped.

"No. Damn it. Get back in the other room
before I do something we’ll both regret."

"Are you talking sex here?"

"Yes."

Her body pulsed with need at that one small
affirmative and a truth she’d fought earlier settled inside her. "I
won’t regret it."

She was meant for him...even if he didn’t
want her in a forever after kind of way.

"Yes. You. Will.
Now, go
." He sounded more
like a wild animal than a man.

She put her hand out and touched his chest.
"No. Even if it’s only sex, I want it."

His big body shuddered and a low groan
rumbled in his chest.

"Please, Ty, make love to me."

She wanted a memory to take with her. She’d
always thought that was stupid when other women said the same
thing, but now she understood. It was that whole, better to have
loved and lost than not to have loved at all thing.

Their friendship was over. He might have a
hard time accepting it, but she couldn’t go on like they had been.
Tonight was all they had left of each other and she wanted as much
of him as he would give her. It might be stupid, but even if all he
had to give her was sex, she’d take it.

This one night.

"It will change everything."

"I know."

"You will belong to me."

She only wished, but she replied with a
truth he would never understand. "I already do."

He came over her in a rush that left her
flattened into the bed. "I’m going to taste every inch of you,
little bit."

She wrapped her arms around him, reveling in
his heat. "Oh...yessss..."

His mouth clamped to hers in a kiss more
voracious than anything she’d ever known. Hunger denied far too
long surged up inside her to match his and she touched him,
exploring wherever her fingers could reach. He groaned when she
traced the contours of his face around their locked lips and
shivered when she brushed the nape of his neck with fluttery
fingertips.

Her hands traveled downward.

The fact he hadn’t worn anything to bed
registered at the same time as his hard penis settled between her
thighs, sending a thrill of pleasure through her.

His lips ripped from hers. "I want you now.
No waiting."

"Yes." She widened her legs, prepared for
him by her dream and the desire that had burned latently in her all
day.

She didn’t want to wait either. This was too
primal to preface with tender touches. It was arousal at its most
basic and they both vibrated with it.

He pushed inside her without any hesitation,
his mouth moving to her neck and clamping down on the sensitive
flesh at her base. She’d been given love bites before, but nothing
like this. It felt like he would break her skin with his teeth, but
he didn’t and the pleasure was just this side of pain.

"Ty..." His name came out broken and
husky.

He made a purring noise deep in his throat
and thrust deeper, claiming her body with primitive power.

Her pleasure rocketed upward with no chance
for her to prepare herself, or even imagine her climax could come
as quickly and with the power that it did. She screamed his name as
her body convulsed so hard she almost bucked him off of her.

He threw his head back and howled just like
a wolf.

It was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard
and she climaxed again, right on the heels of the first one, her
body going completely rigid under him.

He kept moving, his hot seed spurting inside
of her in the longest climax she’d ever known a man to
experience.

Aftershocks shook her body and she jolted
against him as he continued to pound out his pleasure.

Finally, she couldn’t take any more and she
collapsed in boneless disarray under him. With a final howl that
shattered her senses, he joined her, his body falling across hers
in a limp heap.

It felt so good to have him covering her, to
be so intimately close to him that she did not make a big deal
about the fact that breathing was a challenge.

But he must have noticed because he rolled
onto his back. She followed him, snuggling into his body with a
sense of rightness and belonging she hadn’t known since her parents
died over a decade before.

It was an illusion, but she wallowed in it,
wanting the illusion to last.

"That was good." Ty’s voice rumbled through
his chest.

She laughed softly. "That’s one word for it.
Cataclysmic is another."

He slid out from under her, turning on his
side so they faced each other and smiled. "Maybe we should go for
Richter 11 earth shaking."

The hot desire in his eyes after so much
spent passion shocked her even as her body responded. "Right now?
Aren’t you done for a while?"

His climax had been so long and powerful,
she didn’t think he could get a hard-on for hours yet.

He took her wrist and guided her hand to his
large and growing bigger by the second penis. "Does this feel like
I’m done?"

"Uh...no..."

CHAPTER
FIVE

He chuckled, the sound more dark than
humorous, and pushed her on her back, looming over her in predatory
expectation. "You do realize that means you’re not done
either?"

She curled her fingers around his hard
length and stroked him. "That’s okay by me. I’ve wanted you so
long...I could make love to you forever."

She might be exhausted, but the part of her
that was already dying to have him inside again gave no credence to
that fact.

Something came and went in his blue gaze,
but she didn’t have time to ponder it because he bent down and
licked from her collarbone to her ear, tickling her with his
tongue.

She giggled.

She could feel his smile against her skin.
"I told you I wanted to taste you."

"You’re going to lick me?" She paused. "All
over?"

"Yes."

"Only if I get return privileges." Her voice
came out breathless and it was no wonder. The thought of tasting
his big male body was enough to make her lightheaded with
hunger.

The hand resting on her hip
contracted in an almost painful grip. "
I
want that
."

But he made her wait until he’d used his
tongue to torment every inch of her skin. The things he did to her
nipples and inner thighs were probably against the law in some
states...they were certainly decadent. He tasted bits of her flesh
she’d never even thought about, and some she’d only dreamed of in
her most secret fantasies.

When he reached her toes, he sucked on each
one as if it was a lollipop. She shivered and moaned and rocked on
the bed, spreading her legs in blatant invitation. "I need you,
Ty...please."

He lifted his head and leaned over her at
her feet, his expression wicked. "I thought you wanted to taste me
too."

"I do, but I don’t think I can move right
now," she admitted.

He didn’t give her the chance. More swiftly
than she could imagine, he was beside her on the bed, turning her
over, pulling her up on her knees and entering her from behind.

Oh, wow...oh, gosh...it
felt so good
. He was big...so big...and
hard, like cast iron hot from the forge inside her. She rocked back
toward him, pressing her bottom into his stomach and whimpering
with delight when he went deeper still.

"That’s right, baby. Take all of me." He
pulled back and then thrust forward again. "You’re so tight, so
wet."

His hands came around her front, one to
touch her aching clitoris and the other to play with her rock hard
nipples and swollen breasts, going back and forth between them in a
rhythm guaranteed to drive her insane.

She’d never been this turned on.

Not ever.

She cried out as he pushed in and out,
hitting that place she’d only ever read about in women’s magazines.
Oh, man...she really did have a G spot and this was it. She laughed
with triumph, but the sound choked off into a desperate moan as he
took one tight nub between thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

"You’re so good at this," she panted.

"Am I?" he asked, like he really didn’t
know.

"Oh please, don’t tell me no one has ever
told you before." Not that she liked thinking of him with other
women. More like, she hated it, but he was too amazing a lover not
to be aware of his prowess.