Touched by Moonlight

by Bonnie Vanak

  Impatient, I tore out of my shoes and clothing and stood before Grayson stark nude. I left the gloves on to hide my passion. My hands would probably lit up a night sky like a neon sky by now, I was so aroused.

  His admiring gaze gleamed.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said softly. Then he arched a brow. “Gloves?”

  “They’re very sensual to the touch.” I stroked a gloved finger over his mouth and he grinned.

  He pulled me down to him and kissed me again, his lips warm and firm, tongue thrusting past my lips. Each hot plunge cranked up my need. The space between my legs grew wet, my body preparing for intense penetration.

  Very intense. I’d heard stories about werewolf cocks.

  A little hesitant, I broke free. “You’re not undressing?”

  For the first time, he looked slightly uncertain. “I wanted time to prepare you. The first time, ah, a woman sees my equipment can be…alarming.”

  “I’m not the alarmist type, except if you have a pile driver in there.”

  Grayson grinned. Kicked off his boots and socks. Stood. Pulled his shirt off, revealing a very nice chest, with a faint covering of hair, and ridges of muscle on his flat abdomen.

  Then he unzipped his jeans and his shaft sprang free. I stared. Silver moonlight showed the impressive girth and length.

  He was alpha large. I’d never had a lover with a penis that big. But I wasn’t a timid virgin, afraid and untried.

  “So, maybe not a pile driver, but close,” I said, holding out my hand. “Come here.”

  When he joined me on the sand, he drew me down to the ground and kissed me again, his tongue driving deep and urgent, as if mimicking what his cock would soon do between my aching thighs. His hand cupped my breast and kneaded, as his calloused thumb flicked over my tight nipple. Pleasure curled through me as he mounted me, bracing his weight on his hands. Grayson nudged his penis between my thighs.

  “You don’t believe in foreplay much,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.

  He stroked his cock through my soaked cleft. “Not with you. I’m too fucking impatient. You’re so hot, Sienna. If I don’t have you now, I’m gonna fucking die. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  A shaky hiss of breath escaped my lungs as he forced my legs open and settled between them. Grayson angled his cock, rubbing it back and forth through my aching cleft. He nipped my neck, and chased the bite with a soothing lick.

  “How bad do you want it? Bad as me?” he whispered.

  “Shut up and fuck me now.” I had my own need, and clawed at his back.

  He grinned and then the grin faded as he caressed my clit with his cock, creating an inexplicable tension. I spread my thighs wider to allow him entrance. “Do it!”

  His penis pushed gently against my wet flesh, seeking entrance. I braced herself for the full impact of that rigid cock.

  He pushed himself very slowly inside, barely entering. My core squeezed in resistance. It had been a long time since I’d taken a lover, and never one this big. Muscle and sinew in his shoulders tautened beneath the digging pressure of my fingertips. “Please Grayson. Do it!”

  His rich laugh, ringing with male satisfaction, washed over my quivering body. “All right,” he said, his eyes glittering like diamonds. “Look at me.”

  As I locked my gaze to his, he gave a hard thrust. A gasp escaped me as he impaled me on that hard, huge length. For a minute, it felt as if a steel pipe had invaded me. But my inner muscles adjusted and the momentary pain fled.

  Holding himself above me, Grayson looked down, concern in his eyes, now darkened by passion. “Are you all right?”

  Nodding, I wriggled beneath him, and then cupped his muscled buttocks. I began rocking my hips, indicating I needed more. He obliged, and began to thrust hard and fast.

  I moaned, and wrapped my legs around his pumping hips.

  He pumped steadily, driving upward, slapping against me as harsh groans rumbled from his deep chest.

  Grayson pounded harder and faster into me as I clung to him, the maelstrom of erotic fever gripping us both. I panted, desperate for orgasm, desperate to reach the pinnacle of tension. The delicious friction built higher and higher as his flesh slapped against mine.

  “Come for me, Sienna. Come for me!”

  I could no more disobey that command than I could ignore my body’s need. Crying out, I let the orgasm wash over me as my body convulsed. Grayson’s powerful body bucked against me, as he tossed his head back and climaxed with a rough shout of my name. Hot seed jettisoned into me. And then his penis grew impossibly thicker, locking us together as my heart hammered a staccato beat.

  Oh damn. I’d heard about this with alpha wolves.

  Chest heaving, Grayson leaned his forehead against mine. “Relax,” he murmured. “Just relax.”

  No choice. We were sealed together, the Fae and the wolf. Grayson’s penis pulsed inside me, still releasing cum. And something else was happening…

  Eyes widening in the dark, I couldn’t believe what I felt down below.

  Inside my vagina, a tiny protrusion rippled along the length of his penis, as if seeking something. And then the protrusion found it.

  My G-spot.

  That bit of protruding flesh began massaging my G-spot. I screamed and clawed at him as another orgasm hit me.

  When I was able to breath, and form a coherent thought, I stared at him. “What is that?”

  “When female climaxes, my sperm is pulled deeper into her womb. This ensures I will impregnate her.”

  “Hard to do that,” I gasped as another orgasm slammed into me, “when I’m on birth control.”

  I’d made certain of that when I fled my colony. I couldn’t afford a child tying me to one place, nor would I ever risk a pregnancy while on the run.

  And yet the idea of him impregnating me, my belly growing large with his heir, turned me on even more. I could feel my womb quiver in anticipation.

  I began rocking against him, wanting to keep that delicious friction inside me. Moaning, I clawed at his bare back, the muscles thick beneath my nails. I reached over and bit the junction between shoulder and throat.

  Finally, the orgasms slowed, and his penis shrank. Grayson pulled free of me, his cock sliding wetly from my body. He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. Alarmed, I realized my body was hot, pulsing with power. Glowing slightly, though in the moonlight, you might think it was a reflection of my lily white skin.

  Damn! I knew this would happen. “Going to freshen up a minute,” I told him, and scurried over to the river, plunging my lower half into the icy cold water.

  Ow. Dozens of sharp needles pricked my skin. I bit my lip against the shock. But the glow faded.

  By the time I returned, Grayson was dressing. And then, senses restored, I finally noticed them.

  Nicolas and Stephan. They’d left guarding the road and stood near the trees, their backs turned. Giving us a modicum of privacy.

  “I didn’t know your betas like to watch,” I muttered to Grayson, reaching for my panties.

  He zipped up his pants, then nuzzled my neck and spoke low into my ear. “They don’t. They were keeping an eye to protect us, especially you.”

  “Oh? This happens all the time when you have sex? Must get crowded in hotel rooms.” I slid my panties on and fumbled for my jeans.

  “I haven’t had sex in a year, Sienna. I’ve waited for you.”

  If he had told me he was a virgin, I couldn’t have been more shocked. Werewolves were sexual beings. “A year? What gives? And how did you know I was coming here? Are you psychic?”

  “I’ll tell you when we get to my home. Not here. And no, I don’t need bodyguards when I have sex. But this place is… different.” Grayson looked around. “We need to leave.”

  I took another hard look at Nicolas and Stephan as we started back for the bikes. Their aggressive stance made me wonder.

  What really was here in this land tha
t made protecting me so important?

  Chapter 9

  STEPHAN

  I’d never prided myself much on exercising control. I’m a werewolf hiding in human skin, and we can pretty much do as we please, as long as the humans can’t see us doing it.

  Or another shifter or paranormal doesn’t kick our ass as we’re trying to do it.

  I had great control until three years ago, when that Fae broke my heart and I nearly died. And then shortly after, while Nick and I were wandering, trying to survive, we met Grayson. He gave me and Nick a place to live. A place to belong.

  Family to replace the ones who had abandoned us.

  I would do anything for Grayson. Including exercising control as needed.

  He’s more than my alpha. He’s like Nick – my brother, just not in blood.

  There’s so much pleasure to be experienced in life. Hunting prey in the forest. Riding my bike and feeling the wind on my face. Running as wolf beneath the full moon, the stars as my canopy, the crisp wind and tang of pine flooding my senses.

  The smell of a woman beneath me as we fuck, the feel of her soft skin, the soft purr of her pleasure in my ears. The tight squeeze of her core around my cock as I slide into her.

  All those things I thought I’d never experience again, until Grayson gave us refuge, and set me on my two feet again. He helped me see myself for what I am, and erase the cloud of shame hovering over me.

  But there’s the women.

  Women are my one weakness. I like them, like having sex with them. They usually fall at my feet. That’s not bragging, just a fact. When we wish, male werewolves emit a pheromone that makes women crave us like a drug. It’s one of our abilities and we can summon it the way we draw out our fangs and claws when we’re ready to fight.

  Fighting and fucking are what I do best.

  This pheromone increases in alpha wolves. Once in a rare while, some ordinary male werewolf gets an extra dose that makes him irresistible.

  Somehow, I became one of the lucky ones. I never had to work at getting lovers. I only made sure not to take them within my own original pack because that can cause friction. It wasn’t a big deal because there’s plenty of women out there for my choosing.

  And that’s why I got into trouble with that Fae. After what she did, I resolved to stay celibate. Women were not worth the trouble.

  Tonight, things changed with Sienna.

  The first time I saw her, Sienna intrigued me. Rich, dark hair tumbling down her back, restrained by a ponytail. The hair was dyed, of course. I could tell. Sienna’s eyes were a vibrant green and she couldn’t hide the delicate glow of her pale skin, as lovely as moonbeams dappling the forest. She dressed down, in black pants and a baggy, long-sleeved shirt, instead of showing off her assets like Cass, the other bartender.

  We knew she was in hiding, but the things is, she acted like someone who is trying to be invisible and can’t suppress her natural personality. Spunky and free, with a tinge of a wild side that made me crave to see more.

  Yet I was content to get to know her as a friend, like a guy you’d hang with, talk movies and bikes and outdoor stuff. I backed away from her because I knew Grayson wanted her.

  And then he confided in us what she really is, and how he knew.

  Initially, the news scared the crap out of me. But I trust Grayson and whatever he wants, I will help him get. I may owe Nick my life for saving me, but I owe Grayson my loyalty and trust for restoring the shattered bits of my soul.

  I was content to leave Sienna alone, treat her as a friend my alpha wanted to bed.

  Tonight changed everything.

  Before we came to Crossroads tonight, Grayson shared his plan, to bring her into our fold and the three of us would share her bed if she wanted it.

  It felt as if my alpha opened the floodgates.

  I had to exercise all my control the moment we walked into the bar. My cock did a little happy dance in my jeans for the first time in many months.

  The entire time we sat at the table and I talked with Sienna about stupid trivial things like movies, my inner wolf howled with desire. My erection pressed against my jeans, and my hormones surged, demanding I initiate sex right now. For the first time in years, I had to exercise real restraint.

  For her, I would do it. Sometimes the anticipation is as sweet as the reward.

  And then when she confessed to being so hungry, I felt this tightness in my chest. Sienna was different. She had known pain and suffering and yet she was sweet and kind, unlike many of her kind.

  When she kissed me on my cheek, it took all my control not to pull her into my arms and cuddle with her. I wanted to so much.

  Nick stayed mostly quiet, watching her. Nick doesn’t trust many people.

  As Grayson’s betas and bodyguards, we have a good system between us. Most times when we’re on assignment, he scans the surroundings to make sure Grayson’s ass is covered and I disarm others with my charm and gift of small talk. It’s a trait that can diffuse tension in the most uptight human. I don’t talk about myself. I find something to draw out the person I’m with, ask questions and get to know them by giving them space to breathe and talk about what ails them.

  Nick does the listening and I do the talking.

  I’m still not real sure about Sienna. I know what she is and what she’s capable of. But she’s been nothing but sweet to me and tonight at the bar, things changed between us. I felt I could trust her more. Maybe not share my darkest secret, but trust her enough to bring her into our home.

  We know what she is. Fae. Not just any Fae, but Fionn, the most dangerous Fae of all.

  Werewolf shifters are so different from the nature-loving Fae. Most Fae are arrogant but harmless. It’s the Fionn Fae you have to watch out for.

  They’re like harps and flutes, elegance and fluff. They would drift away on a cloud if they could. They’re dangerous because you can take them for granted, and just as you get used to them smiling and playing their music and chatting about the beauty of the earth, they’ll whip out a blade and slice you when you least expect it. All while still holding onto that smile.

  They’re sly and untrustworthy. Except Sienna seems different. Different from the last Fionn Fae I had encountered, the one who broke my heart and nearly broke me in half.

  I hold a fierce loyalty to our alpha and our packs, and don’t like outsiders. But Grayson wants Sienna and what Grayson wants, I will help him get as well.

  I wasn’t happy Sienna mentioned the campground. That place pulses with energy that makes the hairs on my neck stand up straight. I don’t like it, but Grayson said the energy in the ground is important to the safety of the pack.

  When Grayson pulled off into the picnic area, I knew what would happen. I knew they’d have sex.

  Judging from the arousal coming off Sienna in waves, she wanted it as badly as Grayson. Me and Nick, we were determined to keep our alpha and Sienna safe from whatever might happen along as they gave into their feelings and fucked hard and fast.

  When they finished, I thought my cock was going to explode, I wanted her so badly. But like I said, anticipation can be as sweet as the reward.

  I only hope if she consents to being my lover as well, she won’t turn on me like my last Fae lover.

  Because this time I wouldn’t have to worry about Nick going rogue and killing her.

  I’ll lose all control and end up doing it myself.

  Chapter 10

  When Grayson and I climbed back on his bike, I wasn’t surprised to see he headed west instead of back east. As we drove further into the mountains, I shifted my weight. Tenderness ached between my legs, a good feeling. It had been a long time since I’d had sex.

  Any kind of sex, let alone spectacular sex that wrung me inside out. And yet I felt renewed hope as well, because I’d experienced pleasure and my magick had not flared as much as I had expected.

  Stephan and Nicolas were polite, but I saw the hunger in their eyes after Grayson and I dressed. It arouse
d me, made my aching body pulse. It had been too long since I’d been around men who made me feel alive, and wanting.

  Grayson had pounded a hole into the desire I’d dammed up, and now it threatened to burst out in a flood. The memory of his thick, hard cock sliding into my body, claiming me fully, made me squirm with renewed arousal.

  Maybe this time away could help me cope with the emotions and desire swirling inside me. The lingering frustration I felt every time I glimpsed two mortals kissing passionately, or overheard jokes in the office about the wild sex some experienced.

  And for some odd reason, around Grayson, I managed to retain a tighter control on my magick.

  Maybe staying with his pack for a few days, finding out what he knew and determining my next course of action would turn out well. It was about damn time I had fun. The thought of returning to my dull, lonely apartment made me cling harder to him as we rode to his home.

  The thought of Kallan waiting for me at my apartment made me even more uneasy. I wasn’t mentally prepared for a showdown with Kallan.

  Finally Grayson turned down another road and stopped. A large steel fence blocked entrance. Grayson drew out his cell, punched a few numbers and the gate opened.

  After what seemed like miles, but was perhaps only a half mile, we pulled into a large, paved parking lot. Several trucks and cars gleamed beneath the yellow glow of sodium lights. Grayson helped me off the bike after he parked it and shut off the engine.

  Wincing, I stretched a little. He touched my cheek. “Sorry I was a little rough with you.”

  I smiled at him. “I like it rough. It’s just been a while since I’ve had sex. Takes a little getting used to again.”

  Although with him, I could get used to it quite quickly.

  Beneath the lights, concern flared in his intense blue eyes. “Are you in any pain? Because we have remedies for that. We can sit up, talk after, or you can get some sleep.”

  I went to him, slid my palms up his chest and then hooked my arms around his neck. “Sleep is overrated on a Friday night.”

  When I kissed him, he kissed me back with fierce intensity. Then I playfully nipped his lip.