High Moon

by Kati Wilde

  “Ethan,” I whisper, sliding across the bench seat toward him, driven by need.

  And there’s the growl—as he reaches for me. The hungry sound he makes deep in his chest when his mouth captures mine, as I open for the hot thrust of his tongue. Pleasure spills through me and I push closer, awkwardly trying to situate my legs around the gearshift, wanting to feel so much more of him against me.

  Except he pulls back, shaking his head. “Not here.”

  Dismay shoots through me. “No?”

  It seems as good a place as any.

  “No.” As if in frustration or anger, he drags a clawed hand through his hair, then pins me with that golden stare. “I get it. You don’t take men back to the ranch. You don’t have hookups at home. But I won’t be a fuck on the side of the road, Makena. Not with you.”

  Everything inside me goes painfully still. That’s what he thought I was doing? Because I haven’t taken anyone home before. And I told him so, the night we met—that a man would have to mean a hell of a lot to me before I ever took him back to the ranch.

  I can’t let Ethan think he doesn’t mean anything. “That’s not why,” I whisper, my throat raw with all the emotion that I feel for him. “I was just…in a rush. And horny. Because I’d been thinking of you all day.”

  It’s so damn unfair that I can’t see his face in the dark as well as he can see mine. All I see are those golden eyes studying me.

  Then finally, a slow nod. “Let’s head back to the bunkhouse, then. The bed’s a lot softer than the rock up there is.”

  So it is. I start the engine, but everything’s changed. As if my vagina dragged me out here, but my heart’s taking me back.

  Yet heading back feels wrong. Like it’s not enough.

  Because it’s not.

  I’m still slick and aching with need as I park in front of the main house, but the fullness in my chest is all I can feel as I grab the quilt and the condoms. “Stay put,” I tell him, and I don’t know what he thinks—maybe that I’m going to drop off these things at home before continuing on to the bunkhouse—but I open the passenger door and reach for his hand, instead. “Come on.”

  And Ethan looks at me—he looks at me—like I’ve just given him everything.

  “Makena,” he says, and it’s pure gravel. As if he’s about to follow it up by asking whether I’m sure. Because he’s not certain if I am.

  I slip my fingers through his and gently pull. “We’ll use my bed.”

  Silently he follows me, a dangerous mountain of a man with bare feet and rumpled hair and glowing amber eyes. With my hand in his, I lead him through the front door and slowly up the stairs.

  He’s huge even when he’s not in his wolfskin, seeming to overwhelm the generous dimensions of my bedroom. There I let go of his hand, dropping the quilt on my big reading chair and the condoms on the nightstand, before hurriedly clearing my discarded banking clothes off the bedspread. I expect him to look around, to check out the pictures I’ve hung up or simply to take in what kind of private space I’ve created for myself, but his shining gaze remains on me as if there’s nothing else in the room.

  My heart racing, I cross over to my bureau, where my jewelry box sits. With shaking fingers, I remove the silver rings—then answer the question I read on his face.

  Softly I tell him, “I want to be able to touch you.”

  His eyes close and a tortured sound breaks from his chest, not quite a groan or a laugh, but something in between. “You’ll kill me tonight, Makena. You’re giving me so much all at once.”

  “Do you want me to take it back?”

  Instantly his predatory gaze clashes with mine again, a snarl curling his lips. “Never.”

  I smile, satisfied with that reaction. “Good.”

  “Damn good,” he agrees harshly, his clawed fingers flexing at his sides. “And now you have fifteen seconds to strip off everything that you don’t want ripped off.”

  A rush of need knocks the breath from my lungs. For a full second I simply stare at him. Then he takes a step toward me and I tear off my hoodie, dropping it to the floor. My sweatpants follow, and I try to kick them free of my feet even as I reach back to unsnap my bra.

  Then my fingers go to my panties, and I pause. Because they’re pretty. But also cheap.

  His eyes gleam when I let them stay right where they are. “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah,” I confirm.

  So swiftly that I don’t see him move, he snags one arm around my waist and hauls me close, lifting me off of my feet. Gasping, I clutch at his broad shoulders for balance. The world spins out from under me—but it’s just Ethan, pivoting toward the bed and then gently, gently laying me across it, on my back with my knees bent and my feet resting on the mattress’s edge.

  Softly he growls my name, leaning over me with his knee braced on the bed between my legs, my wrists trapped in his right hand and pinned over my head. For what seems an eternity, he doesn’t touch me. His gaze simply worships my body, and I urge him along by arching my back, drawing his attention to my hardened nipples.

  “Ethan.” It’s a desperate plea.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Makena,” he rasps, and a tremor shakes his fingers as he traces the curve of my breast. “And you’ve got me so wound up, I’m about to snap.”

  And lose control.

  Hot need clenches deep inside me. “Do it. Hard and fast and rough.”

  He groans like I just killed him, then shakes his head, bending closer.

  I arch toward him again in frustration. “Just rip off my panties and fuck me— Oh, god,” I gasp when his tongue roughly flicks my nipple before he latches on, sucking the turgid peak into his hot mouth. “Or this is good, too.”

  So good. My entire body seems to tighten with each pull of his mouth. Another gasp escapes me when his teeth gently pinch, and I feel that soft bite all the way to my clit. But just as enthralling is Ethan’s face, his rapt hunger and how every inch of my skin seems like the sweetest candy to him.

  Candy that just makes him even more ravenous. With a growl, he moves to my other breast—then abruptly stiffens, his entire body like steel above me.

  His tormented gaze shoots to mine. “Don’t be afraid.”

  “I’m not,” I whisper—and I see now why he stopped. Though they’re already retreating, his fangs are long and his teeth sharp. “You just need more practice, right? So we’ll practice. A lot.”

  His face softens. “Yeah, we will.”

  Leaning forward, he claims my mouth with a passion that leaves me overwhelmed and shaking.

  Then shaking even harder as he breaks the kiss and rolls me onto my stomach.

  “Like this?” he growls against my ear, his bare chest burning against my back.

  Oh god. “Yes.”

  “Good. If my fangs keep popping out, I won’t frighten you.”

  Because I won’t see them. But they wouldn’t frighten me, anyway.

  Although…one part of him does. “Would you completely change?”

  His laugh is a short, deep rumble. “No.” Softly he kisses the side of my throat. “That size would only hurt you—and my instinct to protect you is even deeper than my need to fuck you, Makena. So I would never wear that skin when I’m inside you, on purpose or not. Now—”

  The breath whooshes from my lungs when he abruptly moves back, gripping my hips and hauling me up to my knees. I rise up onto my hands, but a gentle yet firm palm between my shoulder blades urges me down onto my elbows.

  “Sweet Christ, Makena.” That rough, hungry edge is back in his voice. “And this is another reason I’d never wear that skin with you. Because I wouldn’t be able to tell you how gorgeous you are. And I couldn’t suck on your hot little clit.”

  My heart stops as he slips his fingers beneath the waist of my panties. Fisting my hands in the bedspread, I whimper with need and anticipation as his claws shred the thin material. With a sharp tug and pull, he rips my panties apart.

  Then I cry out, jol
ting forward as his long, rough tongue licks the length of my pussy. Oh god. My head swims with sheer pleasure as he immediately seeks out my clit, sucking and licking, the sound of his ravenous groans echoing in my ears with the pounding of my heart.

  He begins to tease with long lazy swirls of his tongue. Circling and circling. My clit. My entrance. Licking through my folds as if gathering up all my wetness, then returning to tease again but never rough enough or fast enough to make me come. Until my pussy is an agony of arousal and need, my inner walls tightening with every unfulfilling pass of his tongue.

  “Ethan.” I beg him with sobbing breaths. “Please.”

  The rasp of his zipper almost has me weeping with relief. Then the tear of a foil packet. His left hand grips my hip, and I go utterly still as I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock parting the seam of my cunt.

  “Your pussy’s so damn pretty,” Ethan groans, slicking the tip down through my slippery folds. “So wet and ready for me.”

  A laugh shakes through me. “I’ve been ready for so long.”

  “And you went up on that hill looking for me.”

  “Yes.” It emerges as a gasp when he lodges his cockhead against my entrance and pushes against me. Oh so lightly. Not enough to stretch me open and fill me up. “Ethan.”

  His breathing is labored and rough. “You went up there intending to take me.”

  “Yes.”

  I bite my lip, moaning as he presses against me again. But not hard enough to overcome the resistance of flesh swollen with arousal, taut with need.

  “To make me yours,” he grates out. “Is that right?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then you take me now, Makena,” he commands roughly. “You take all of me that you can.”

  I push back in the same moment that he shoves deep, filling me all at once with explosive pressure and heat. Jagged lightning streaks behind my eyes and I cry out, the pleasure of his possession almost unbearable as my inner walls struggle to accomodate his massive size.

  Behind me, Ethan makes a rough, animalistic sound, a snarl and a growl rolled into one. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

  Helplessly I laugh. “With a cock like yours, every pussy must be tight.”

  “Ah, Makena.” He grinds into me, not thrusting as I so desperately need. “Being inside a tight pussy isn’t what’s blowing my mind. What’s blowing my mind is that this tight pussy is yours.”

  His hand slides down around my hip, and I suck in a ragged breath as he begins playing with my clit. As if pulled by a string, my inner walls constrict around his thick shaft. A choking noise erupts from him, then with a feral grunt he pulls back and drives into me, then again, the forward jolt hurtling me against the tease of his fingers and keeps winding me up, tightening as he screws into me deep and hard. I can’t catch my breath, not even to scream as he rams an orgasm into me with each heavy thrust.

  One more forceful stroke, and my entire body locks up as I come, my pussy frantically clenching around his cock. With a vicious snarl, Ethan swears and goes utterly still inside me.

  “Goddamn your hot cunt,” he growls and his big body shakes against mine. “Squeezing and pulling at my cock like you’re trying to suck the cum out of me. But I’m not fucking done.”

  His thick cock pumps into me, two short shallow thrusts as he curses through gritted teeth, as if he wants to hold still but can’t stop himself from fucking into my convulsing pussy. I drag in air on a desperate gasp, my body suddenly releasing. The strength abandons my muscles, turning my elbows and legs to jelly, and I collapse forward onto my belly. Ethan’s cock slips out of me, and he laughs and groans at once, slowly coming down over me like a blanket, his swollen shaft a wet heavy weight nestled in the split of my ass.

  His warm lips open over my shoulder, and he suckles the skin there before asking gruffly, “Can you take more? I want to feel you come on my cock again.”

  And he hasn’t come at all. Yet he’s not even asking for that. But I’m not sure I can give him what he wants, because I’m completely undone, my senses devastated by that orgasm.

  “I’ll take everything you give me,” I tell him, still boneless and breathless. “But I don’t think I can come again.”

  “You just lie there, then, while I do my thing.” A little laugh shakes through me at that, then a sigh as his warmth retreats from my back and he rises up on his knees. “All right if I use one of these fancy pillows?”

  Not fancy. Just covered in a pillowcase of washable silk. But it probably does seem more luxurious than the cotton sheets and rustic bedspread. “Use anything you want.”

  His deep chuckle says that I ought to be careful about what I offer, but he only kisses the base of my spine before lifting my hips and shoving the folded pillow beneath. The position leaves my ass tilted up and my back slightly arched, and me feeling utterly comfortable lying with my head pillowed in my arms.

  And utterly decadent as he enters me again. We both moan, because I’m completely spent but the sensation of that thick cock pushing its way through my slick flesh is pure heaven, as is the feel of Ethan covering me with his big body again. Alongside my shoulders, he braces his weight on his forearms and entwines his fingers with mine.

  “Is this all right?” With his jaw, he pushes my hair aside and nuzzles at the side of my neck. “You don’t feel that I’m crowding you into the bed?”

  Because he’s surrounding me…not quite like the night in my kitchen when he pushed me into a corner. But he’s wearing his claws again—and maybe his fangs—and I’m barely able to move.

  Yet it’s entirely different. I don’t feel afraid. I feel safe and protected. I feel wanted…and loved. And filled up, in every way. With his cock, with the emotions that are bursting through my heart, with the hope that this will never have to end.

  “It’s all good,” I whisper.

  And then so good as he begins slowly pumping into me. Our fingers fully entwined, he buries his face against my neck, his hot breath puffing against my cheek and throat. Barely any of his weight is on me, just a gentle press above my shoulders, the rhythmic pressure against my ass that’s never hard enough to push me deeper into the pillow, the thick hairy thighs brushing the outside and backs of mine. My lower spine is curved to accommodate the tilt of my hips, and as he continues those slow sliding thrusts, I deepen the arch, like a cat stretching beneath him, luxuriating in the delicious ecstasy he’s building inside me.

  “Harder now,” I breathe.

  Ethan growls softly but his pace doesn’t quicken, his thrusts don’t deepen. Leisurely, he pushes into me again, my swollen channel stretching to accept his thick inches. I’m so aroused, so sensitive that every vein and ridge along his shaft seems to drag fiery sparks of pleasure from my nerve endings, the friction like flint over stone.

  I tilt my pelvis back, forcing him deeper, but he only releases my right hand and clamps his fingers over my hip, holding me still for another slow, slow, slow thrust.

  Those sparks in my pussy start flashing behind my eyes. A soft whine breaks from my throat. “Ethan,” I pant against the bedspread. “Do your thing.”

  “I am doing it,” he says, and his voice is slurred, as if he’s intoxicated by this pleasure instead of being tortured by it.

  “Then do another thing. A wolfkin thing. Fuck me like a beast.”

  His snarling growl makes me think for an instant that he’ll do it then, fucking me from behind without restraint or control, but instead he curses, his fingers tightening on my hip.

  “I am doing my wolfkin thing.” The harsh gravel in his reply is the only roughness in him as he leisurely pumps into me again. “You think I don’t want to wreck your pussy? Hold you down and pound into your hot cunt until it gives me what I want?”

  “Oh god.” That’s exactly what I need. “Do it.”

  “I can’t,” he says with a tortured groan. “Not when your pussy is telling me this is what it wants. Being a wolfkin ain’t about fucking you hard, Makena. It mea
ns I take care of my woman every single goddamn way that I can. And right now, your pussy is melting around me. So fucking hot and wet, and your juices dripping off my dick every time I pull back. So you beg and squirm all you like, but your pussy loves my cock taking you nice and slow. And this is how I’ll take care of you, because your cunt is screaming how much you love it.”

  Helplessly I shake my head, biting back a scream of frustration. I do love it. But I want more. “Deeper, then,” I demand breathlessly, shaking beneath him. “That monster you’ve got ought to be filling me up.”

  His answering growl is followed by a snarled, “Then let me in. Open up these gorgeous thighs so I can get up in there.”

  I spread my knees so fast the bedspread fabric burns my skin, then hold utterly still as Ethan repositions himself between my legs. A sobbing breath escapes me as his cock pushes into me again, then I muffle a scream as he keeps going deeper, all the way to end of me. As he bottoms out, his balls gently slap against my pussy, a subtle kiss against my clit that sends ecstasy blazing through every nerve in my body.

  “Christ,” he grates out, his breathing harsh and ragged. “You’re taking every inch of me. And you’re so fucking wet, melting all over me, while my dick’s been dripping with the need to come since I got into you. Even wearing this rubber, it’s all so goddamn slick and hot it feels like I’m bare inside you.”

  And I can barely withstand the pleasure of it. My entire body’s trembling wildly as he strokes into me again, the exquisite sensation of him filling me drowning in the anticipation of that blinding moment he reaches the end. When he does, I cry out, trying to thrash my hips, to hold him there so deep inside me, but he makes a rough, almost angry noise, and continues his torturously slow fuck.

  His long tongue scrapes up the side of my throat in a rough, wet lick before he growls into my ear, “You start coming and I’ll give you what you want. Though Christ knows I’ll only last a few pumps with your cunt choking the cum out of me. But I’ll fuck you good and hard, Makena.”

  Just the promise almost sends me flying over. As does his next slow pump deep inside me, and the teasing kiss of his balls against my clit as he bottoms out. My inner muscles cinch tight in response to the erotic agony of those doubled sensations. Behind me, Ethan snarls and suddenly pushes against me harder, grinding against my clit and so deep within me, and the doubled sensation explodes into infinity. Then I’m screaming, screaming, and with frenzied grunts Ethan pounds his massive cock into my convulsing pussy—before holding so still and deep, roaring my name as he comes. The throb of his thick shaft against my inner walls makes me clench around him, then he goes again, another hard thrust that sends me rocketing into another orgasm.