Betting the Moon: Cannon Pack, Book 4

by Beverly Rae

  Laughing, she shoved him inside his hotel room. “What can I say? Lady Luck likes me.”

  “I’ll say. And who can blame her?”

  Mari flipped the championship belt over her shoulder, pumped a fist into the air and chanted in a singsong voice, “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I won, I won, I won.”

  “Damn. Lousy winner, maybe?”

  She spread the belt across the dresser, then turned and pressed her back against the edge. “Sore loser, maybe?”

  “Maybe.” He pulled her to him, pressing her body close to his.

  The flash of heat swallowed her and made the room swim around her. She laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes. How could someone so rock-hard feel so comforting? His arms felt like a blanket, and the only thing she wanted to do was to wrap it around her and feel safe and secure.

  The heat didn’t stop there. Warmth flooded between her legs, reminding her that comfort wasn’t the only thing she wanted. She pulled away from him, swayed over to the chair and patted an arm. “Time to pay up.”

  Tucker arched one eyebrow. “What? Did you think I’d renege? Although I do have to admit. I’m pretty bummed about not being the one in control. I had all kinds of fun stuff in mind for you.”

  She leaned over the chair to tempt him with an eyeful of her cleavage. “But why not let me be in control again? Didn’t you have fun the last time?”

  “Well, yeah.” He sauntered over and tried to grab her, but she kept the chair between them and stayed just out of his reach.

  “Do you want to do something different this time?”

  If he’d been in wolf form, his ears would’ve pricked up. “Darlin’, I’m always up for something different.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Waving her hand, she lifted him, the power in her magic obeying her command.

  “Hey!” Tucker floated in the air, then fell backwards as another wave of her hand tossed him onto the bed. “Take it easy, witch.”

  Mari clicked her fingers, and invisible bonds wrapped around his wrists and ankles, then around the headboard slats and the posts at the end of the bed. A wave of her hand, and the nightstand drawer popped open. A cock ring floated out of the drawer and into the air to hover over his head.

  “Aw, darlin’, you’re just hurting my feelings now.” He puffed out a breath to send the cock ring a few inches higher. “I don’t need any delaying techniques. I’ve got all the stamina you need.”

  Mari made a show of considering his statement, then waved her hand and the cock ring disappeared. “When you’re right, you’re right. Then how about this instead?” Another wave and a candle stuck in a base shaped like a gravy bowl bobbed in the air above his stomach. The flame flickered in the breeze from the air conditioning vent.

  Tucker’s eyes grew wide. “Hey, I don’t mind being tied down. In fact, I like it a lot. But dripping hot wax on me? Not so much.”

  “Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy this.” A spell later and both of them were naked. Tucker whistled low, his hot gaze flowing over her.

  “Darlin’, you’re torturing me. Come on. Hop on top of me.”

  “In a minute.” She licked her lips. “I’m a little hungry.” With one thought, the candle tilted and poured a small stream of its contents.

  Tucker jumped, trying to throw his body out of the way as much as the restraints would allow. But when the stream hit his stomach, he gaped at it, then laughed. “Chocolate? Why didn’t you say it was chocolate? You, lady, are one wicked witch.”

  “Am I?” Mari crawled onto the bottom of the bed and slipped in between his legs. The candle traveled along his body, down one leg, then up the other. It stopped directly over his crotch to pour chocolate over his already extended cock. Once his shaft was covered, the candle rocked back and forth, spreading the dark treat over his stomach, his six-pack and along the wide expanse of his chest.

  Tucker raised his head and watched, excitement lighting his features. “Oh, yeah.”

  Mari bent over, keeping her eyes on him, and slid her tongue to trace a delicious trail from the tip of his toes up to his knee. She giggled as she raked her tongue along his inner thigh. “Oops. It’s starting to drip. I’d better get it before it hits the sheets.”

  Shooting him a sexy grin, she lowered her head between his legs. The fragrance of chocolate mixed with the musky scent of his crotch to form an enticing new aroma. “Mmm, good.” She licked the chocolate off one ball, then sucked it off the other.

  “Holy shit.” He threw back his head and lifted his ass. “I think some of it’s going down my butt crack.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll get it.” Mari pushed harder against his body, craning her neck to slide her tongue in his crack. He moaned, the muscles in his legs tightening under her hands. When at last she lifted her face, she was covered in chocolate.

  “Looks like you got a little on you.”

  She licked her lips like a satisfied kitten. “I do?” Swiping a finger along her cheek, she sucked the chocolate off, then purred with delight. “You know what? I think I need more.”

  Slowly, seductively, she lowered her body and scooted over him like he was a chocolate Slip ’n Slide. Chocolate spread over her breasts and stomach, until she finally came face to face with him. “You taste so good.”

  He lifted his head and licked her cheek. “You’re right. The stuff is delicious.”

  “I wasn’t talking about the chocolate.”

  Tucker moaned and thrust his hips upward, causing her to slide off him. The candle still floated in the air above them. “Uh-oh. See what you did, Tucker? I want more.”

  “I have enough left on me. Then, of course, there’s some on you I’d like to taste.”

  Mari shot him a sexy look. “Not yet. Me first.” She motioned, and the candle tipped and poured, forming a brown pool on his flat stomach. Mari swirled her finger in the gooey puddle, playing her fingers up and down the ridges of his abdomen. Lying next to Tucker, she spread it over her body.

  Tucker’s lips parted, and his eyes fogged over with lust. Amber flecks dotted the blue. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

  “Uh-uh. No way.” She dipped two fingers into the sweetness on his abs, then pushed her hand between her open legs.

  “Aw, hell. Turn me loose.”

  She shook her head and watched him. Mewing, she slid her fingers between her folds and rubbed the chocolate over her pussy. Rubbing her clit, she brought her nipple to her mouth and sucked off the tasty goodness. Tucker struggled against the invisible bonds but never took his focus from her.

  Rubbing harder, Mari circled her hips and kept sucking on her now-clean nipple. Before long her body stiffened, ready for the climax. She cried out, clutching her breast, and rode the wave.

  “Woman, if you don’t turn me loose soon, I’m going to blow just looking at you.”

  Mari glanced at him from lowered lashes. “You’re going to blow, huh? Don’t you dare.” Moving quickly, she twisted around to straddle Tucker and placed her head over his chocolate-covered cock. Wrapping her hand around him, she cupped his balls with her other hand. The slippery confection warmed against her skin.

  “Damn!” Tucker lifted his head, trying desperately to reach her pussy only inches from his face. “For the love of poker players everywhere, turn me loose.”

  She ignored his plea and tossed her hair over to one side, then the next, to let the golden tresses feather over his skin. He moaned and jerked on his bindings.

  “If you won’t let me go, then at least move closer. Quit teasing the hell out of me.”

  She turned to shoot him a big grin. “Whatever you want, wolfman.” Taking a firm grip of his shaft, she slid her tongue down the curve to meet the white, curly hair, then shifted to lick her way back up the other side.

  She lowered her bottom, and Tucker’s growl heated her pussy. Although expected, his touch made her jump away, and he protested. She lowered her body again and welcomed his tongue as he lashed her tender clit. He suc
ked, then nibbled, then sucked some more. Sparks flew through her, turning desire into unyielding lust. Pressing her breasts against his oh-so-solid abs, she pumped his shaft with her hand and with her mouth.

  Using only his mouth and tongue, Tucker sent her flying, climaxing multiple times. Her body trembled, and she gasped, her pulse picking up speed to match the pounding of her heart. Moaning little sounds of pleasure, she renewed her attack. Keeping his shaft in her mouth, she circled the hardness, loving the unique smell of him along with the tender feel of his skin against her cheeks.

  Although she would have thought it impossible, his shaft lengthened, then hardened more. She pushed her hands under his legs and held on. This was her man. Her delicious man.

  Tucker never tired. His tongue whipped her clit, first sending quick zings of pleasure with a quick lashing, then pressing against her to give her longer surges of lust. She cried out, once again climaxing.

  Drained, she fell on top of him, her face next to his cock, his between her legs. “Oh, wow.”

  “Turn me loose, Mari.”

  She stiffened. His tone was harsh, demanding, and held no plea. She slid off him, then went to her knees. “Are you all right?”

  Amber eyes met hers. His expression was unreadable, making the tone of his voice all the more unnerving.

  “Turn. Me. Loose. Now.”

  Fearing she’d made him angry, she snapped her fingers and removed the invisible restraints. “Tucker, are you—”

  He had her on her back before she could finish her sentence, then grabbed her wrists and thrust her hands above her head. Placing his body over hers, he pushed her legs apart, his pelvis holding her down. His fierceness frightened her, but it was the gleam in his eyes that took her breath away.

  “Now it’s my turn to play captor.”

  She took in a quick breath, her eyes widening.

  At that moment, his demeanor changed, the amber in his eyes growing dim as a stunned expression wiped away all his fierceness. He pushed off, releasing her.

  “Aw, shit, darlin’. I didn’t think.”

  She saw his pain and understood what was tearing him apart. “Tucker, no. It’s okay.”

  “I didn’t mean to remind you of— I mean, I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. I was just playing the game, turning the tables for fun—”

  She took his hair and yanked, pulling harder than she needed.

  “Ow!” He sat back. “Hey, I told you. I didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”

  “Tucker, will you shut the hell up?”

  He froze, then shook his head. “So wait. I didn’t upset you? You know, making you think about…him?”

  She chuckled. Tucker could never remind her of Bascom, no matter what he did. “I didn’t even think about…him.” She gave him an exasperated look. “Until now.”

  He let out a huge breath of air. “Then why’d you make that face?”

  “You mean this one?” She opened her eyes wide along with her mouth.

  “Yeah. That one.”

  “Because—” she touched the drop of chocolate on his nose, wiped it off, then sucked her finger clean, “—I was about to get hit in the face with a chocolate bomb.”

  He swiped a palm across his nose. “A chocolate bomb, huh?”

  “Yeah.” She leaned toward him and dragged her tongue across his chest, marking a clean path through a dark area.

  “Let me have a taste.” Taking her face in his hands, he brought her lips to his.

  She expected hunger, yearning, and they were there. But his touch held an underlying tenderness, a desire to tell her with his actions, not his words how much she meant to him. He brushed her lips with his tongue and held her with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes. The kiss lingered, and she could feel his breath against her cheek. Yet when he released her, she was still unprepared for the emotion sparkling in his eyes.

  “I love you, Mari Thornton.”

  She loved the lines around his eyes, the stubble on his chin that always seemed to be there no matter what time of the day it was. “Of course you do.”

  His laugh warmed her heart and brought out her own. How had she managed to live without him for so long?

  “You’re right. I’d be a fool not to. And, darlin’, I’m no fool.” He lowered her to her back, then caressed her hair, spreading it out over the pillow.

  His growl, deep and possessive, sent her juices flowing. His golden eyes flashed as he touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I want you.”

  “I want you, too.”

  He shook his head, his hand still on her cheek as he slid his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “I need you to understand what I’m saying. I don’t mean for now. I mean for always. Forever.”

  She was thrown off guard, then recovered as the thrill of happiness rushed through her. “You don’t even have to ask. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

  A smile filled with love and joy spread over his face and made her pulse quicken. He kissed her again, this time a little more forcefully, then cupped her breast. Gripping her buttock with his other hand, he lifted her bottom and positioned himself between her legs.

  She tunneled her fingers into his hair, then let her hands slide over his shoulders to rest against his chest. He pushed, bringing his shaft inside her and she cried out as the curved end of his cock touched her sweet spot, giving her yet another climax. She shuddered, clutching him to keep herself grounded. But when she saw the love on his face, she let herself fly, opening for him, accepting him with both her body and her heart.

  They moved together, slowly at first, then increasing speed as they synced their bodies together. As one, they moaned their pleasure, stroking each other, nibbling on each other. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on, pushing against him. Her legs quivered as wave after wave of release rocked her, but she held on, urging him to climax.

  Wanting to commit the moment to memory, she watched him, delighting in the way his muscles worked, the perspiration forming on his brow, the way he gritted his teeth. She offered her breast, and he took it, gently nipping at her nipple.

  He was a paradox, a mix of hard and tender, fast and slow, in one moment touching her hair tenderly, and in the next pounding into her. She gripped his arms and held on, matching her thrusts to his.

  “Look at me.”

  She did as he told her to do, willing to do anything for him. His gaze met hers, and she would’ve sworn he told her how much he loved her in a single look. His body tensed, his shaft filling her even more than before, and he cupped her breasts in his large hands.

  Grinding his teeth, he threw back his head and roared. The sounds washed over her, adding to another voice she soon recognized as her own. They clutched each other as he fell to her side.

  She closed her eyes, remembering his touch, his hands on her body, his mouth pressed to her skin. She clenched the muscles in her pussy as though they were still tight around his shaft, and she felt content, happy. Sighing, she stretched, then snuggled closer to him.

  What would it be like to wake up next to him every morning? They could plan their day together, travel together, making their schedules as professional players fit with each other’s. She played with the hair on his arm. At times, their careers might force them go in separate ways, but she’d make adjustments, do anything to stay with him as much as possible.

  Several minutes passed before she spoke. “So, are you going to the Southern Champions Tournament?”

  “I know you signed up for it.”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “Then I guess I’m going, too.” He shifted to look at her. “We’re a team now, right? Besides, I wouldn’t want you running with any pack except mine.”

  “So you’ve started gathering your pack?” Until now, she hadn’t let herself think about life with a werewolf, much less life as a werewolf. As a hybrid witch-werewolf.

  “Not yet. But I’ve got a great start.” He kissed her breast. “I’ve alrea
dy found my mate.”

  She couldn’t suppress her joy, her grin spreading wide. “You sure have.”

  They lay together, content to let the silence surround them. Mari let the questions race through her head. Would the Change hurt? Would she be a blonde wolf? Where would they live? So far her magic had been unaffected, but would it stay the same once she’d gone through the Change?

  Bascom’s face threatened to enter her thoughts, but she pushed it aside, determined not to let the memory of him have one more moment of her time. She sighed, remembering all she and Tucker had gone through to find each other. But it had all been worth it.

  “I knew you would, you know.”

  Tucker, his arm flung across her chocolate-stained body, peered at her. “You knew I would what?”

  “I knew you’d come for me.”

  He lifted onto his elbow and regarded her, his hair falling against his hand. “Darlin’, you could’ve bet the moon on it.”

  Mari snuggled against him, ready for whatever lay ahead.

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