Touched by Moonlight

by Bonnie Vanak

  “I don’t like this.”

  An inward hiss of breath, and another nod.

  I tossed aside the flogger. “But being tied down, now that sounds fascinating. Shall we?”

  Nicolas went to the table and patted it. “Get undressed and hop on.”

  Making love with this male was one thing, but restraints... now that was new. And it took a level of trust I seldom experienced with anyone, let alone a naked man.

  But far too long had I denied myself fantasy and pleasure. I knew Nicolas had a dark side.

  Now it was time to experience it.

  I removed my clothing, watching his pupils grow dark as his gaze took in my naked body. “Nice. Very nice. Sit on the table. And then lie down,” he said in a deep voice.

  After I did, he took hold of the leather straps. Snap. The restraints closed around my wrists. I tugged hard. They were secure.

  He placed my legs in the stirrups and closed the velvet soft manacles around my ankles. It felt odd to be restrained like this, but oddly liberating.

  I’d never had sex like this before, but I knew usually the submissive partner had a safe word the dominating one would obey, and stop whatever he or she was doing.

  Nicolas gave no such word. But I decided to trust him anyway, because I sensed this wasn’t only about sex.

  It was about putting my trust into him, and empowering him to trust me in return, because he’d been hurt badly.

  Nicolas slid his hands up my legs and then kissed the inside of my thigh. I shivered, feeling helpless and thrilled, my sex wet and glistening, totally exposed to him.

  He shed his clothing. His erection was thick, impressive and he was more than ready.

  As I was.

  “Do you want me?”

  He was bigger, stronger and more powerful. No, not more powerful. I held more power. But he was wolf and accustomed to being in control. Perhaps even mating savagely.

  “I do,” I murmured.

  “Any way I can have you?” His voice sounded deeper, almost pleading.

  “I trust you,” I softly told him.

  Standing between my spread legs, Nicolas lowered his voice. “You’re going to come for me, again and again, as I fuck you. In fact, you’re so hot now, you can’t wait for my cock. You’ll beg me to take you. I’m going to make you scream. Again. And again, until you scream my name.”

  I undulated on the leather table. “Do your worst. Or your best.”

  His charming smile promised pleasure. “My best is very, very good.”

  My body tingled with erotic anticipation.

  Nicolas went to a drawer and withdrew a tube of lubricant. He squirted some on his fingers and then began massing my genitals. I squirmed more, arousal biting and sharp.

  “I don’t want you sore for what I have planned.”

  Gel slid over my clit, massaged by his gentle touch. I thrust my hips upward. “More,” I told him.

  He shook his head and left, walking over to the shelves. Nicolas selected a large dildo ridged with bumps. My vagina clenched hard, imaging it inside me.

  Then he coated the phallus with gel until it glistened. Nicolas inserted it into my vagina. Internal muscles squeezing tight, I resisted. I wanted his cock, not this. But he kept pressing it firmly until it finally slid into my core, the pressure exquisite and erotic.

  Then he walked around the table and began to suckle on my breast. His fingers caressed my skin, lightly teasing until he reached my clit again.

  Slowly he massaged, flicking his tongue across my rigid nipple. Moaning, I writhed harder, needing to touch him, but the restraints kept me in place. Climax hovered, but each time I drew close, he stopped. And then started all over again.

  In and out, the hard dildo slid out of my vagina. I felt frustrated and anxious to come.

  “Damnit, Nick if you were just going to tease me…”

  “Not teasing. Drawing out the pleasure.” His dark gaze held mine, commanding, intense. “Beg me, Sienna. Beg me to come.”

  I shook my head and he began the teasing strokes anew. The tension built higher and higher as I strained against my bonds.

  “Nick, please, please, let me come!”

  He increased the pressure and I exploded around the phallus, screaming as my back arched into the air.

  After two more orgasms, he murmured he would give me a break. Exhausted, I watched him slide the phallus out of my body.

  He licked the phallus as if it were an ice cream cone and closed his eyes. “Mmm, your juices taste delicious.”

  “Nick!”

  His eyes flew open. “I told you, I was going to make you beg, Sienna.”

  To my surprise, he unbuckled the restraints and carried me over to the S-shaped sofa. I lay upon it, my ass up in the air. And then he spread my thighs wide.

  A mirror was placed before the sofa. I stared into it, seeing myself, seeing Nick. With his leanly muscled body and sleekly muscled flanks, Nicolas was male perfection, all rugged strength and power.

  I was not afraid. I trusted him.

  He parted my ass cheeks and slid his tongue between them. I shivered again. Nicolas was introducing me to his world, erotic, kinky and sensual.

  The harsh sound of his breathing mingled with my moans as he gripped my hips and stood behind me. He leaned close, nipping my ass with his teeth, and then kissing it.

  Gave an entire new meaning to the phrase Kiss My Ass.

  I looked up as he pushed his cock against my feminine folds. The savage wolf’s features looked strained as he worked his way inside, his cock seeming thicker than the phallus he’d teased me with.

  Nicolas paused. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. More.” I wriggled.

  Nicolas pushed further inside. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Frustrated, I screamed. “Will you shut up and fuck me already?”

  With a soft laugh, he obliged. Gripping my hips he thrust hard. I moaned in satisfaction as he increased the rhythm, his flesh slapping against mine.

  He twisted just right, the friction against my clit as I rubbed against the sofa excruciating with pleasure. And then he went still as I screamed out, and his body jerked as he came, ejaculating streams of hot semen against my womb.

  My vaginal muscles spasmed and tightened around his cock, my own climax drawn out as he kept coming.

  Finally he ceased, and then dropped atop me on the sofa. I welcome his heavy weight as he kissed the back of my neck. I turned my head. One eye peering up at him, I murmured. “And now, the chair. Show me how the chair works.”

  Several minutes later, when we caught our breath, he did.

  Chapter 16

  NICOLAS

  Sex with Sienna was more than I’d ever hoped for. Not that I have a lot of hope left in me.

  Her skin tasted like rainwater and when I felt the fall of her long hair spill over me as she sucked on my cock, I experienced a rare glimpse of Paradise.

  When I rode her, hearing her little excited cries filling the night air, I thought my cock was gonna burst.

  The fact that she trusted me, even though I made it plain I don’t trust easily, changed things. Because when a woman, even one as powerful as Sienna, allows you to tie her up and have your way with her, she has to trust you.

  I had not even given her a safe word. On purpose. It had less to do with the fact that she could have walloped me with her powers and turned me into dust than it did with symbolism.

  Things changed for me after we had sex. And yet as much as I couldn’t get the taste of her, or the feel of her, out of my mind, the shadow of my past still lingered. Sienna blew my mind, and I wanted her back in my arms again. Yet I could never let down my guard around her simply because she was Fionn Fae.

  Fionn Fae are sneaky and powerful. Though most Fae can be gentle, benign and guardians of nature, some can be downright nasty.

  Cruel.

  Greedy for power.

  Trust another Fae again, even one as intriguing and lovely as Sienna?


  Difficult.

  If not for Stephan, I would have chosen to be a lone wolf. Not a good idea, even for me. My kind needs a pack, needs to belong to family, to pack. We need the structure.

  If not for Grayson, who knows what would have happened to us? Certainly Stephan didn’t care after Dania stripped everything from us. Grayson offered us refuge.

  A refuge that became a home. A pack that became family. An alpha who became like a brother.

  I’d do anything for Grayson. So when he asked me to try to trust Sienna after he first met her, I agreed to try.

  She is different.

  Caring.

  Compassionate.

  Seeking not only her pleasure, but my own.

  Sienna has given me hope that maybe not all Fae are bad.

  Grayson is a good male, and I trust him.

  I will do whatever my alpha asks. I will fight for Sienna, protect her to the last drop of my blood.

  Fall in love with her? Fall in love with a Fae?

  I hope not.

  Chapter 17

  Nicolas asked me to accompany him on a hike through the pack’s extensive property after our love play session in the cottage. He admitted he had work, but wanted to spend more time with me.

  Sensing this was the second step in our relationship, I agreed. Besides, I was too excited to be back in the mountains and my beloved forest. Forests refreshed my weary spirit, cleansed the exhaust of motor vehicles from my pores, and allowed me to purge stress and tension in a way sex could not.

  Grayson stocked plenty of clothing in my room. Most of it natural fiber, the clothing felt wonderful against my bare skin in a way my second-hand clothing did not. For so long, I had accustomed myself to feeling restricted by my clothing, it was a welcoming change to slip into silk panties, all-cotton navy pants and a powder blue cotton sleeveless tank top for our hike.

  Nicolas wore jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt and hiking boots. He helped me pick out a spare pair of boots, warning parts of the trail were rugged.

  Little did he know I was as fleet-footed as a mountain goat.

  A spare backpack on my shoulders, I joined him as we trudged up a hillside along a narrow dirt pathway. Jagged mountains peeked down upon us, and the air was redolent with wildflowers, meadow grass and pine. Insects buzzed among the flowers and birds sang from the nearby tree limbs.

  For the first time since leaving the Fae, I felt happy. Hopeful. Peaceful. No further threats followed me and this area was hidden, as I hid myself from the world.

  Hated to admit it as well, but I had been lonely for years, not daring to form any kind of lasting relationships. Being here amongst the shifters and socializing with them fed my need to be with others. Fae, more than most paranormal creatures, enjoy solitude. However, they immerse themselves in that solitude surrounded by trees and mountains or water, not by concrete and steel.

  The property line stretched into the forest and partly up the mountain. Nicolas pointed out the areas where the pack enjoyed running with the moon and hunting small prey.

  Curiosity filled me. “What’s your wolf like? Gray? Large or small?”

  Shrugging off his pack, he spread his arms wide and shifted faster than I could blink. Seconds later a medium-sized black wolf stood before me. He playfully head-butted me, nosing my hand as if searching for a treat. I rubbed behind his ears and he gave a huge wolfish grin.

  “So your wolf is like your balls. Big and hairy,” I teased.

  He nipped at my hand and gave a mock growl.

  “Just don’t eat me, k? Well, not the way the big bad wolf eats Little Red Riding Hood,” I patted his head. “Where did your clothing go?”

  He lifted a paw and pointed to his pack. I unzipped it and saw. “Huh. Good trick. I suppose you could summon the magick to put it back on if you shift back.”

  Zipping it back, I added. “Or stay naked. You’re very cute without clothing.”

  If wolves could blush, Nicolas would. Instead, his tongue lolled out.

  “It’s so peaceful here.” I sighed. “I wish I could stay here forever.”

  He sat on his haunches, tilted his head. I sensed Nicolas felt more comfortable in wolfskin the way I did in natural fiber clothing.

  It was a lovely summer day, the sun warming my bare shoulders and only a few puffy clouds drifting across the sharp blue sky. Not wanting to waste it, I picked up his backpack. “Don’t shift back. Let’s head for the river and go swimming.”

  He blinked. Shook his head and shivered.

  “Yeah, I know it’s cold. Worried about shrinkage?”

  He growled.

  I laughed and stroked his furry head again. “Just pushing your buttons. Let’s go.”

  Leaves cluttered the pathway as we headed into the woods flanking the river. Ponderosa pine and spruce stretched out their majestic limbs as we navigated the path. Maples grew hearty and tall amongst the chokeberry and wild rose shrubs. The trail here was narrow, twisting and turning. I began pointing out the various trees and identifying the birds singing on their branches. It felt more like a nature walk, except for the wolf, ever vigilant, at my side.

  My senses naturally sharpened, I smelled the pleasing scent of earth and fresh water, along with something else not so refreshing in the distance.

  At a grove of white quaking aspen, trees that would turn a brilliant shade of yellow in the fall, the scent grew stronger. It smelled like cedar and pine, but laced with a distinct note.

  Nicolas loped over to one tree, sniffed.

  Joining him, I realized the smell emanated from this very aspen. I touched the tree.

  It tingled under my fingertips and sent a rush down my spine. I knew that sensation.

  Power. Not any magick, but Fae power.

  Lifting his head, Nicolas gave me a questioning look. I slid my hand down the tree trunk, the tingle increasing in my body. Power to power. Fae to Fae.

  “A Fionn Fae was here,” I said. “I can smell it.”

  He shook his head. And then he shifted back. Naked he stood before me. “Grayson made certain the land was cleansed before settling here. You must smell something quite ancient.”

  Far from it. This scent was new. Fresh as this week. And the power that rushed into me was quite faint, but tangible.

  “No. I know what it is.”

  Nicolas touched the tree, his nostrils flaring. To my surprise, he shrugged. “I’ll take your word that a Fae was here. Maybe a mild sprite or a forest fairy could have come here and tended to the trees. They did have a bout of fungus last year. Your kind does like to heal nature.”

  I shuffled my feet in the dirt, feeling a familiar itch to remove my hiking boots and run wild and free through the woods.

  “The tree must hold a scent for your wolf. Why else did you check it out?”

  He rubbed the bark, his long fingers caressing it, his expression filled with respect. “Grayson put his mark here, to signify this is his territory. It’s a wolf thing, Sienna.”

  A shiver coursed through me. If the alpha had marked the tree, and the scent carried a strain of Fae, it meant Grayson had tangled with the Fae before.

  Had Grayson associated with other Fae before me and not told his pack? Had he slept with other women who were Fae? Why would he?

  He took his backpack from me and we continued on through the woods to the river, Nicolas comfortable walking barefoot and nude. I did not shed my clothing. Not yet. Too many questions swirled through my mind.

  The path snaked through the trees to a gently sloping riverbank. The area had been cleared of jagged boulders and there were even a few picnic tables set on the ground.

  Upstream, crystal clear water spilled over rocks, forming a waterfall and a deep pool. Someone hung a rope swing over a sturdy tree limb. The pack must enjoy outings here with the young ones.

  After unlacing my hiking boots and removing the thick socks, I dipped my toes into the river. Icy cold and delightful. Giving Nicolas’ well-endowed equipment a mischievous look,
I gestured to the river.

  “Coming in?”

  Answering with a wide grin, he sauntered over to the rope, grabbed hold and swung, dropping into the pool with a loud splash.

  Clothing shed in record time, I chose to wade into the pool. It was icy cold and felt wonderful. Delighted, I dove beneath the waist-high water, investigating the sandy bottom, the small quartz pebbles glittering in the sunshine. A fat trout, hovering near the waterfall, waved its gills and regarded me without fear.

  This was a sacred place, a place where creatures lived in harmony and peace. My Fae spirit sang with joy as I swam underwater.

  When I emerged, Nicolas stood nearby, fists clenched, anxiety etched on his face. The scar on his cheek flared white.

  “You were down there a long time.”

  My smile faded as I realized he had worried. Another barricade dropped between us. “I’m sorry. I can hold my breath underwater for minutes. I forgot.”

  Then his gaze dropped to my bare breasts and the worry fled. Heat entered his gaze. Good thing the river was ice cold, because his desire for me was definitely warming things up.

  I crooked a finger. “Come here.”

  Invitation issued, he swam to my side and stood. Water beaded in the thick hairs of his chest, droplets glittering in the sunlight dappling the river. He drew in a breath.

  No words were needed. Emotion flared on his face as he touched my breasts. When he began kneading them in gentle, arousing strokes, I reached over to touch his face, needing the connection between us. Faint bristles abraded my fingers as he rubbed his face against my palm, like a wolf seeking affection from his mate.

  Leaning into him, I allowed better access. Each caress sent fresh dampness between my legs. The river water rippling around us, wind rustling the pine boughs and the warm sunshine added to my passion. Nick smelled like spices and rainfall on meadow grass, his natural scent bleeding through the fragrance of pine and forest.

  Only once had I made love in the water. Back then it had been a Fae in my father’s colony who thought to absorb my power. He was a crude, fumbling lover thinking only of his own pleasure, and sensing this, I held back both my magick and my pleasure. When he came, gasping and pleased with himself, I separated from him and retreated from the water, scrubbing between my legs with leaves to remove his scent and his seed.