Kiss of the Winter Moon

by Amanda LeMay

  “Tell me later. Kiss me now,” I murmured.

  When I wanted him to crush me into the carpet, he held himself up as his mouth gently touched mine, kissed me softly, tenderly, like he was afraid I would break, or he would, if he moved too fast. I reached between our bodies and grasped his huge cock. His back bowed up, his hips thrust forward and damn, he was built like a Breeder, both in length and girth. I wanted so much to look at him, see his massive body in all its hard glory. And I would, but for now, I wanted what I held in my hand inside my body. I stroked him slowly, and then teased the large, velvety head against where I needed him most and that little tease almost took me over the edge.

  “Right here, Dain, right here is where I need you.”

  He thrust forward as I released him. His breath caught as he slipped inside.

  “Jess...”

  “More, Dain.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed his hard length farther inside, “All the way.” I moaned.

  “Jessy...” His entire body shuddered.

  “Sweet heavens.” I gasped into his mouth when his pelvis finally met mine. “Yes.”

  A deep growl moved slowly through his body, “Oh...Jess...”

  Once he filled me completely, he didn’t move, just gazed down at me as tears welled up in his eyes. I could feel his heart pounding through my skin, matching the rhythm of my heart, beat for beat, as we barely breathed.

  Then he sighed. “Jess...Jess...”

  I had to agree, his body inside mine was the most glorious thing I had ever felt in my life.

  Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

  His brows bunched up and he whispered, “Am I hurting you?”

  “Not at all and you won’t.” I arched my back and pulled away just a bit to encourage him to move, which he did slowly before he found his natural rhythm.

  We moved together, a wonderful union of flesh. So natural. So incredible. This was what we were made to do. This was what we were born to share. Each sweet slide of flesh brought fresh waves of downright heavenly bliss that had us both moaning uncontrollably. Passionately. Wildly.

  I felt his canines descend and brush against my tongue. My canines ached with the need to follow suit, and I let them. And, oh hell, the urge to bite him, mark him as mine, was almost too much to control. I wouldn’t do that to him. Not in the heat of passion. I wouldn’t bind him to me without his permission, when he had no idea staying here was not in my life plan. Loving him so deeply wasn’t in my life plan either, but there I was, loving him, making love with him, never wanting him to stop. And if I hadn’t been so blind and stubborn, we could’ve been making love for the last two years.

  My first climax crept up fast, swirling heat and blinding pleasure engulfing me from the tips of my toes to the ends of my fingers and suddenly—suddenly, all I could do was curl up in ecstasy and ride it out as I whimpered his name.

  “Dain...”

  “Jessy.” He tried to pull away, but I held him locked in my arms and legs. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No, no, oh Dain, no.” He relaxed, but the look of concern didn’t leave his handsome face, “You’re not hurting me.” I cupped my hands around his neck. “I...you...” I could hardly pant out the words. I sighed as my body trembled in post-orgasmic pleasure. “That was amazing.”

  His eyes went wide. “Did you...? That was a...? I made you...?”

  I nodded as a confused sort of grin stretched across his face.

  “But—I didn’t do anything.”

  “Yes, you did.” I rocked my hips into him encouraging him to rejoin me. “Just keep...yes like that.” I moaned as his body once again moved with mine. “Damn, you feel so good.”

  “When you...when you...climaxed, it was so beautiful,” he whispered as his erection slowly slid in deep and then out again. “And you feel so damn good, too.” Closing his eyes, a look of pure happiness covered his face. “I can’t describe...” He was close. “You are...” He seemed to lose his next words on a long, low moan. “Oh hell, Jess...oh damn...” He picked up his pace until his body slammed into mine, taking me hard right where I wanted to be, up and over the crest of another amazing orgasm. “I never...oh damn, Jess...I never dreamed...”

  “Yes!” I dug my nails into his sides, holding on as I rode the waves traveling through me with each hard thrust of his body. “Give it to me, Dain.”

  “Jessy...Jessy...” His entire body shuddered over and over as he came. “Oh, Jess...”

  A low howl came from deep in his throat and settled over my body like a warm blanket as the pounding rhythm of his body slowed.

  And yeah, he was beautiful, too.

  “Don’t stop, Dain.” I took his face in my hands and kissed his gorgeous mouth. “Don’t stop.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  THE MOVIE WAS WELL past the long credits and back to the main menu, the snippet of theme music repeating over again on an endless loop.

  Dain collapsed on top of me, one arm snaking under my waist and the other under my shoulder as his hand wrapped around the nape of my neck. He pulled my head to the side to give him full access, and slid his extended canines over my throat.

  He murmured, “This is such an incredible sensation.”

  I traced the back of his arms with my fingertips, feeling the glide of his teeth all the way down in my throbbing, well-loved core. “Yes, it is.”

  Stretching my legs out and sliding them around his long calves, I tightened my hold on his body.

  “I had no idea you were so soft, so sweet.” He nipped at me, then licked my skin, making me tremble. “So damn sensitive.”

  We had been in such a frantic hurry, his T-shirt was the only piece of clothing he’d taken off and his jeans hadn’t made it down past his knees. I wasn’t in much better shape, with my night shirt still bunched up under my chin to one side, but at some point, I had pulled my bra down to expose my breasts to Dain’s roaming mouth and hands.

  I wrapped my arms around his broad back, splayed my fingers out to touch all of him I could reach, and just held on. Now that I had him right where I wanted him, he wasn’t getting away.

  “Wow.” I fought to catch my breath as every nerve ending in my body twitched and tingled like a fourth-of-July sparkler. “I can’t wait to do all that again.” My heart seemed to have relocated between my legs, where it throbbed wildly around Dain’s still-hard length, begging for more.

  “I think I understand why mated couples can’t keep away from each other,” he whispered against my neck. “I don’t want to stop.”

  His lips were back on mine, gently, softly as if he might hurt my already swollen mouth. I opened up, played my tongue against his, tasting the change in him from wild hunger to sweet, sated desire.

  “I love your lips.” His tongue flicked out, glided warm and wet over my lips. “I can’t get enough. Want to kiss you all night.”

  “Hmmm, yes,” I murmured in between more kisses. “I want to kiss your whole body—every single inch of you.”

  He pushed up on his arms and stared down at me. “Really?” His dimples made an appearance as his mouth spread in a smile.

  “Really.” I traced my fingers down the hard ridges of his thickly muscled chest. “I was wondering, did you keep any of those how-to books?”

  He lowered himself down, propping his torso up on his elbows as his fingers stroked my face. His eyes focused on my hairline as the after-sex flush in his cheeks went even darker.

  “I didn’t plan to. I didn’t even look at them. Just chucked them in boxes. Dad would grab one once in a while, crack it open. Sometimes he’d smile, sometimes he’d cuss, and a couple of times he busted up. Porn magazines and books aren’t something you pass on to someone else, so we took them out to the dump. But I came in from working one day and found a stack of those how-to books and a few magazines in my bathroom. I think Dad left them there. They’re...uh...educational, if that’s the right word. Still lots of pictures, but not—well, not raunchy or just plain nasty. If you know what I m
ean.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean.” I smiled and traced the lines of his face with my fingers. “Did you keep them?”

  “Yeah.” The one word came out, slow, as his curious gaze questioned my motives.

  DARK WOODEN BLINDS covered the windows in Dain’s room. The nearly full moon glowed bright silvery white and shined down through the open slats onto his big bed. Everything was in place. He’d even made his bed with a homemade quilt folded neatly over the end. Off to the side, his large desk had only a small lamp and a laptop placed in the center. Not one single stray sock lay on the floor, nor was a pair of jeans thrown off across the big, red wing-backed leather chair that sat in the corner.

  Not a thing like my room. My suitcases had exploded on their own, spilling their contents out in all directions. Because yeah, I had nothing to do with that.

  With a soft click, Dain closed the door behind us and set the lock.

  “Do you want me to keep the lights off?”

  Being wolves, we could see quite well in the dark. Still, I looked at the small lamp on his desk.

  “Hand me your shirt.” Which he did. I clicked on the little lamp and draped the shirt over it to subdue the bright light. “How’s that?”

  “Will it bother you if I can see you?”

  Pulling my nightshirt up over my head and unhooking my bra, I let them fall to the floor at my feet. In the rush to close ourselves inside Dain’s room, I’d left my panties behind. I’d need to find them before the sun came up. Though with the renewed look of hunger on Dain’s face, I wasn’t going to worry about them until we were done.

  I stood as naked as I could ever be in front of him and the fiery look in his sparkling eyes made me feel like the most beautiful female on the damn planet.

  “I want you to look at me.” I stepped closer to him, touched his chest with my fingertips. “And I want to look at you.”

  He took the last step to bring his body against mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his broad back in the mirror above his dresser.

  “Oh, Dain! I am so sorry!” What had I done to him? “Why didn’t you say something?”

  Hundreds of intersecting red scratches covered the expanse of his smooth, tanned skin where I had dug my nails into him over and over and over again.

  He glanced back at his reflection and the grin that spread across his face melted my heart, along with everything else in my body that could go hot and melty.

  “It didn’t hurt in a bad way. I mean...every time you raked me it felt...damn good. And well, you seemed to really like what I was doing.”

  Like what he was doing? Oh, hell yeah.

  I didn’t say that, though I probably should have. But those red marks were stroking his male ego better than any words I could have said.

  “Well, I’ll go a little easier on your back, at least for the rest of the night.” I traced my fingertips up and down his chest. “You’ll heal up before morning, anyway.”

  He was so warm, his skin so soft and smooth over all his well-defined muscles, with just a sprinkling of black hair trailing down below his belly button to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans. The muted light made shadows dance all over his body with each breath he took. Before we’d left the other room, he’d pulled his jeans up and fastened them, but by the massive swell that bulged off to the side under the faded denim, it was obvious he was ready to go again.

  “Okay, so grab one of those books.” I popped the first button on his fly. “Open it to any page.” I popped the second button. “And we’ll see what we come up with.”

  “Are you sure?” he whispered.

  “Well, we won’t go right into it.” I popped the third button, closed my hand around his erection, and gave him a light squeeze just to see his face do that sleepy-pleasure thing before I let him go. “We’ll work our way there. How’s that?”

  I didn’t have to say it twice. With an eager grin, he disappeared into his walk-in closet, came right back out with a book in hand. He had a fascinating sparkle in his eyes, like I was the best damn toy he ever got and the book in his hand was the instruction manual to all the most marvelous ways to play with me.

  And yeah, that feeling went both ways.

  “Any page?” His face held wide-eyed wonder.

  “Well, if it involves another partner, we’ll have to do our best without them.”

  His black brows bunched up as a deep growl rumbled somewhere in his body. His stance became rigid, except for the rippling muscles that flexed throughout his torso and arms.

  “I doubt I’m the kind of male who will share nicely with others, male or female.”

  That statement was all the warning I needed. And—all the assurance I craved. No threesomes would be happening with this male. Not that threesomes were something I ever had experimented with in my life. Dain had already staked his claim by marking me and I didn’t mind one damn bit. I was all his. Besides, sharing Dain with someone else would most likely stretch my limits of control, right into the violent range.

  “Pick a page.” I nodded down to the book.

  He opened it without looking.

  “Let me see.” I tilted the book toward me. “Oh yeah, we can do that.” I looked at the other side of the page. “And that too.”

  He looked down. His eyebrows bunched together over his slightly pink cheeks. “How is that even possible? I mean, damn, don’t you have to be a gymnast or something for that to work?”

  “Nope. It helps if the male is large.” I stroked his bulge with the back of my hand. “Not a problem there. And the female just needs to be flexible and believe me, I am extremely flexible.”

  His dimples flashed at me, and he tossed the book on the desk.

  “Where do you want me to start?”

  I tapped my lips. “Right here.”

  THE SMELL OF SOAP AND shampoo seeped into my dreams. A big, warm body slid into the bed next to me. It was kind of odd that a rooster was crowing outside somewhere.

  “I think your rooster is broken.”

  “Why do you think that?”

  Fingers traced little trails over my breasts and I could feel my skin tighten instantly, nipples hardening in anticipation of his warm, wet mouth and soft tongue.

  “It’s still dark outside.” I stretched my arms above my head and arched my back in invitation.

  “You haven’t even opened your eyes yet.” His breath skated across my skin just before his mouth made contact.

  “Don’t need to. My body naturally knows what time it is.”

  Time for more.

  He rolled me on my back, settled between my legs, and covered me better than any quilt. My hands went to his hair. The long, damp braid trailed down to his perfectly rounded, muscular ass.

  “You showered.”

  His hand took the place of his mouth as he moved up my body. Soft, warm lips kissed my neck. “Yes.”

  “Not fair.”

  “Why not?”

  Opening my eyes, it was hard to believe he wasn’t just a dream. I was actually in bed with Dain, and had been all night. “I want to try that one shower position. Well, I want to try them all, but yeah.”

  “We’ll get to that later, but right now...” He moved the covers aside and kissed his way down my belly. “I want to try this.” He pushed my thighs even farther apart as his eyes seemed to darken more than usual. “I read that this one little spot on a woman’s body has no other purpose than to bring her pleasure.” He looked up at me. “Is that really true?”

  “You read the text?”

  “Of course.” He chuckled. “That’s why I kept them.” His eyes twinkled with humor.

  “Uh-huh.” I laughed. “And to answer your question, it’s true. Really, really.”

  “And you’re okay with me...” He glanced back down between my legs. “Doing this?”

  I leaned up on my elbows and smiled. “Here’s the deal—if you find that you like it, I will expect you to do this quite often, because, yeah, I kno
w for a fact that I’m going to enjoy the hell out of feeling your mouth on me.” I laid back down, my body and mind fully awake and waiting. “And another thing—I will totally enjoy doing the same for you.”

  I felt the vibrations of his growl right through the mattress. “Damn, I’m gonna love this.” His fingers gently spread me apart and I practically came the second his tongue touched me. “Oh damn, Jessy.”

  Those were the last words he spoke for quite some time. As he explored all the different ways he could work me into a frenzy using only his teeth, lips, tongue, and fingers, I made up for his lack of vocalizations with my own limited vocabulary of one-syllable words, whispered as a prayer, or shouted as praise, or sung to the heavens as a glorious hymn.

  The heat of his mouth and touch of his hands were the only things that kept me grounded to the earth as the bed beneath me fell away.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  RUDE. THAT’S WHAT IT was.

  Damn sun shining through the blinds streaming into my eyes and waking me up. Chickens cackling. Horses making those sounds they make. Cows being cows. I moaned and reached out next to me to find Dain’s bed lacking a big, warm body to cover me, or lips to smother me with kisses.

  Dang it.

  The night had been filled with more explosions than any brightly colored fireworks set off on the fourth of July. The passion that had erupted between me and Dain burned hotter than the combustion of any mere pyrotechnics. And the way Dain took to making love was like a kid let loose in his favorite theme park with no tickets, no lines, no restrictions, and unlimited rides. Major emphasis on the “unlimited” and “rides” part.

  One benefit of being a female wolf opposed to a human female was no matter how many times we made love, I wouldn’t get pregnant unless I was in heat at the full moon. Then again, one difficulty of being a female wolf was no matter how many times we made love, I couldn’t get pregnant unless I was in heat at the full moon—an evolutionary inconvenience that kept our population much smaller than it might have been if we were as prolific as humans.