Moon Lust (4 page)

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“The moon is growing,” he whispered. If she hadn’t been nestled in his arms at the window she wouldn’t have heard him.

“You know, you must be a closet astronomer,” she teased. “You’ve said that before.”

He merely grunted, his chest vibrating under her ear, and she snuggled deeper in his embrace. He’d gained back the flesh that he’d lost, his muscles firm and bulging beneath her, making her feel safe and loved.

“It’s so bright,” he said in a singsong voice. He was wound tight beneath her; she could almost feel the contained energy pouring off of him in waves.

“It will be a full moon in a couple of days,” she agreed, worried for reasons she couldn’t fathom.

“A full moon.” He lingered over the last word so that it sounded like ‘
moooooon
’.

A single howl ruptured the quiet of the night. She shivered.

Ivan’s hand tilted her face up into the moonlight. He’d gone still in that odd way of his, emerald eyes boring into hers. She could see his pupils widening and closing over and over, like a telescope lens. His eyes were alight with a strange inner fire.

He breathed deeply, as if drawing her scent deep into his lungs. Nostrils flaring, eyes flashing, he seemed more animal than man. It unnerved her, but despite that her heart raced with excitement. Ivan was the most dangerous and attractive man she’d ever met, and she loved him. He thrilled her, moved her. She couldn’t imagine how she’d ever lived without him in her life.

She wanted him. Suddenly, desperately, she had to have him.

Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his, hearing him make a sound like a whimper before he crushed her to him. He grew wild, tearing at her clothes and growling with the same desperate hunger she felt. With amazing strength he lifted them both from the chair on which they’d been cuddled to bring her before the window.

He turned her from him, coming behind her and quickly removing the rest of her clothing. She stood there beneath the light of the moon, feeling a bestial lust overtake her. Ivan bit her neck, and she moaned. With rough hands he pulled her back against him, and she felt his naked flesh press tightly to hers.

Their skin grew heated, his burning at her back like a roaring fire. He bent her forward and thrust fully into her, balls slapping against her as he slid home.

“Be gentle,” she urged as she felt herself stretched to the fullest. He was so very large tonight, larger than she’d ever known him to be.

“I cannot,” he said raggedly. His voice was guttural and rough. “Not now. Tell me if I hurt you, Bri.” Moaning, he slammed into her.

She gasped. Not in pain, as she’d expected, but in overwhelming ecstasy. Her pussy was filled with his cock, and the angle at which he penetrated her brought him in direct contact with all the secret, pleasurable places deep inside of her.

Pleasure and pain blurred, his hands, mouth and teeth were everywhere they could reach, his cock so deep inside of her she felt split in two. A keening, animalistic noise sounded over and over, and Brianna realized the sound was spilling from her own lips.

“
Ooooh, Ooooooh,
God yes! Don’t stop!” she cried out over and over.

“Who owns you, heart and soul? Whom do you belong to?” he demanded.

“You, I belong to you. Only you!” she vowed, in between short, high screams.

Their bodies slapped audibly, sweat covering them in a fine sheen. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for me now.”

She did. Immediately upon hearing his words her pussy clenched like a fist around him and he pounded even more furiously into her. She started wailing, nearly screaming as her body pulsed and trembled. The orgasm was explosive, intense and consuming.

When she’d calmed she realized Ivan was far from through with her. He went down on his knees before her and buried his mouth against her. He licked and sucked and tongue-fucked her until she came again.

Legs trembling, mindless after the violence of her orgasms, all Brianna could do was moan and thrash against him as he lay on the floor, seating her on top of him. His thick shaft filled her to the hilt, reaching her womb.

“Ride me,” he growled.

With his hands lending her strength, she rode him, moving upon him eagerly. Unbelievably he grew wilder as she undulated over him. His face tilted up towards the moon, eyes flashing on hers in the silver illumination. His teeth flashed, looking sharp and strange behind his sensuous lips. He moaned and groaned beneath her, hips bucking against her, hands clutching against the flesh of her hips.

He grew suddenly taut beneath her, head thrown back. Brianna’s orgasm shook through her a scant second before his sperm flooded through her. Ivan thrashed beneath her and howled a long cry into the moonlit night.

Brianna collapsed on him, limp without his support, and heard him vow into her ear, “You will never leave me. Not now, not ever.”

Chapter Four

Full Moon

Ivan was acting strange. Even more than what was usual for him. His hair was wild and unkempt, his eyes sharp and darting. Brianna had only known him for a month, but in that time she’d learned enough about him to be concerned about his behavior. She could see he was in some kind of distress, but when she asked him what was wrong he only barked at her and retreated outdoors.

He left her for hours at a time, coming back looking wild and dangerous. He would immediately take her body like a beast, mercilessly slamming in and out of her cunt for hours on end.

The attraction between them was very strong, but because of his odd behavior in the past few days she was starting to feel, well…
nervous
.

Sex with him was wild and untamed. She’d had so many orgasms she’d lost count, and Ivan never seemed to tire of wringing them from her. He’d fucked her in every orifice—her cunt, her mouth, even her ass—a place she’d never been touched before—and still he’d wanted more and more of her.

In the past two days they’d barely spoken. They’d been too busy screwing each other’s brains out. Brianna loved him and was certain that he was growing to love her too. But she worried about what inner torment he was going through.

But when she tried to draw him out of his shell, he’d shut her out completely. Perhaps it was just a mood, but he seemed so distant from her unless they were making love. Shuttered and withdrawn.

“The moon is full tonight,” he spoke, breaking into her thoughts. He stood in the doorway apparently having just arrived from one of his walks.

“Really?” She tried to sound interested. He talked about the moon a lot.

“We must talk.” His voice was serious and firm. Her heart sank, as she feared that he’d grown tired of her already and was trying to find a way to break things off with her. She tried not to let her sadness show.

“Okay,” she said, surprised that her voice sounded so neutral and steady.

“There are things about me you must know. About me and my family…and the people of the village. Things you won’t understand…but I need you to try.”

“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.

“I am sorry. I wish I could give you more time, but the moon…” He faltered, and for the first time Brianna saw that he was nervous and unsure of himself.

“Hey, it’s all right. You can tell me,” she coaxed, taking his hands in hers.

He sighed. “I am not like other men, Brianna. My family and the inhabitants of the nearby village are not like normal people. We are very different.” He was quiet for a moment. She could almost hear the gears turning in his head. “To put it bluntly, we are not human.”

“W—
what
?” She tried to laugh his proclamation off, but couldn’t seem to summon even a threadbare chuckle. Her throat was dry, the word sounding hoarse and faint even to her own ears. His revelation was worse than she’d expected.

He was mad.

“What do you mean by that exactly?” Her voice hardened on the last words.

“Do not withdraw from me.” His voice caught as he reached for her when she would have pulled away. “I could not bear it if you turned from me now. I had hoped we were growing close—close enough for this. I love you. I have loved you from the first, and it would kill me if you turned from me now.”

“I love you too, Ivan. So much. But you’re scaring me. You’ve been so distant the past few days, and when you do talk to me you sound like you’re angry. I feel like you’re pushing me away. And now this—you’re just not making sense!”

“I am sorry, but I have no words to tell you that will make sense. I have never told anyone—never had to. I rarely meet humans, my kind tend to keep to themselves here in the forest, we always have. I am not like you, I am…
other
.”

“You’re talking like a crazy man,” she breathed out. “And you’re scaring me.”

He swore in Russian, running a hand through his dark hair. “I have not the English to tell you what I am. But my kind, we are very different from yours. We go through phases, with the moon as our guide. Every full moon we change into…into wolves—not like normal wolves, but very close,” he spoke over her gasp, laying a hand on her mouth to silence her until he was finished. She tried to pull away, but he secured her to him, exerting little strength in doing so.

“With the waning moon, after the change, we lose our wolfish traits, our glowing eyes dim, our fangs retreat and our bodies lose muscle mass. During the new moon we are very much like humans, though we retain some of our strength and speed. During the waxing moon the cycle begins anew, and we approach the change with heightened senses, increased muscle mass and sharper teeth.

“Then, on the full moon we change. We become like wolves, on four legs, with fur and fangs. We hunt the night as our instincts demand, thinning out the weaker prey and communing with nature.” His emerald eyes were lit, intense, his jaw clenched. “We are not human.”

Brianna tried again to pull away from him and this time he let her. She was shaking, not with fear of him as he suspected, but with fear for him. For his sanity. What he was telling her was impossible.

“You’re not a werewolf. Your family and those villagers are not werewolves. You’re just confused—but we can get you some help.” Tears choked her as her mind raced. He needed doctors, the best that money could buy. Luckily she had enough money to get him the treatment he needed. “I promise I’ll help you get well.”

“You don’t understand, but you will. The night is upon us, and the moon is on the rise. You will see the truth of my words then. Just know that I am sorry I cannot help you through this. I would give you more time to know me before you see what I am, but it is impossible.”

“If you’re what you say you are, then why pick me? Why not pick one of your own kind to…to love?” She faltered. She loved him so much that she was starting, in some dark corner of her mind, to believe him a little.

“I don’t know, and I have never before heard of an
interspecies
mating. I’m not even sure we can produce offspring, you and I, though I want to try. We mate for life,” he said firmly. “We mate for life, instinctively knowing when we’ve found the right one. You’re my one, my woman, and my mate. And whether or not you believe me, I will love you forever, even if you turn from me in horror after tonight. I am still yours.”

“Have you never…mated before me?” she whispered.

“You are the only woman I’ve ever lain with. The only woman I’ve ever wanted to lie with. Before you there was only my hand and my fantasies of a faceless mate—you. I will never lie with another.
There is only you,”
he vowed.

“I first saw you when you entered the forest,” he continued. “You captivated me, pulled at me and lured me. I followed you, sometimes as a wolf because of the full moon, and sometimes as a man, but I could not let you out of my sight. You haunted me. When I saw you fall down that ravine, I almost died of fright. You have no idea how thankful I was when I realized you were alive.”