by Cameron Dane
DEMON MOON
Cameron Dane
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Demon Moon
Cameron Dane
This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © October 2007 by Cameron Dane
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Cover Artist: April Martinez
Dedication
This is for B. Until I can give you Sawyer, Connor is all for you. Couldn't have done this without your support. Love you lots, CD
Prologue
She watched her boss from the door of the tack room as he put his gear away, her eyes devouring his wide, strong back, concealed from her hungry gaze by a faded blue western-yoke shirt. Her gaze drifted lower and lingered on his tight buttocks, appreciating this secret view of him while he worked. He moved with incredible agility for such a big man, and his long cowboy legs never hindered his grace. He took her very breath away, and one of these days, he was going to open his eyes and see her as a woman for the very first time. Her palms grew moist just thinking about it.
“You gonna stand there all day and gawk?” his voice shot through the silence, startling her upright and away from the doorjamb. “Or are you going to get your pretty ass in here and give me a hand?”
“I didn’t think you ever needed a hand with anything, Connor.” She teased him to conceal her own embarrassment at being caught staring. Unable to stop herself though, she moved into the tack room and sidled around his big body, a small smile on her lips. She sat down on the narrow cot, a necessity used by any number of the people on Hawkins’ Ranch staff when foaling season was in full force. She leaned back on her hands and turned her face up to Connor’s. “You don’t really want my help, anyway. You always want to do everything on your own.”
Connor’s dark gaze flashed with black fire. “Normally, I don’t, but maybe I need to make an exception with you, Cassandra. If I put you to work every time I catch you spying on me, you might be less inclined to do it so often.”
Cassie felt her cheeks flood with heat as Connor’s little comment hit too close to home. Her gaze did have a terrible tendency to follow Connor whenever he was nearby. Her core usually started pulsing low and deep between her legs whenever he was around. When he called her Cassandra, her heart skittered wildly in her chest. He was the only one who ever did it.
“What’s the matter, sweet girl?” Connor crossed to the wall across the small room and hung a leading leash on a curved hook embedded into the wall. He glanced back at her from over his shoulder. “Cat suddenly got your tongue?”
“N-no.” Cassie swallowed convulsively as the heat in the back of the stable suddenly became thick and suffocating. Beneath the pungent, rich smells of horses and hay that permeated the stable, the air suddenly shifted to heavy with sex. Her eyes widened as she recognized it. She got trapped up in Connor’s gaze as he moved like a predator back across the room toward her. “I just finished riding fence with Hank and Cain and was elected to let you know we were finished, that’s all.”
“Really?” Connor kneeled down in front of her and got right up in her space. Far closer than he’d ever been in their lives. His gaze flickered down to her breasts, lingered there for a scrutinizing, long moment, and then came back up to her eyes. “Because I think your heart is beating awful fast for someone who searched me out just to share a little bit of everyday information like that.”
“Oh?” She gulped again. A hint of a smile tweaked Connor’s hard lips, and it was downright troublemaking. “Oh yeah,” he answered, his voice almost a licking touch across her flesh.
Before Cassie could contemplate what that look could possibly mean, Connor nudged her legs apart and slid in between them on his knees. He wrapped one hand around her thigh and caressed her through her jeans, making her heart race even harder. She knew it was a damn good thing she was sitting down when his other hand slid up her stomach and covered her breast, his long, strangely elegant fingers spread wide apart. He let his hand rest there, just feeling her heart pounding, and Cassie flooded against her panties.
Then he slid his fingers closed and rubbed her nipple through her shirt.
Cassie’s legs automatically slammed shut against Connor’s hips. “What are you doing?” She gasped as he flicked over her sensitive flesh again. Her nipple immediately hardened under her shirt to a painful, poking point.
“I’m doing what you came here wanting, baby.” Connor’s gaze found hers as he slid her first button free of its hold. “I’m gonna take that innocence you’re so eager to be rid of, and when I’m done in here, I’m gonna carry you to each and every stall in this barn and take you again.” He flicked open the front clasp of her bra and pushed the white fabric aside, baring her small breasts. They both watched, rapt, as her nipples twisted into tight little nubs, just with Connor looking at her. He growled and looked back up at her. “Christ, you want it just as much as I do, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Cassie barely got the word out before Connor’s lips crushed down on hers in a fierce kiss, one of possession and claiming, one in which Cassie reveled.
For five long years, she had waited for this. She cried out as she clung to Connor, her barely-there fingernails digging into his back through his shirt. The second she opened her mouth, Connor swept his tongue inside and tangled with hers, dragging her into a deep, carnal kiss that had no beginning or end, only varying degrees of raw heat. Cassie held on as Connor gave her a crash course in kissing. She learned quickly and delved into the wet cavern of his mouth with her tongue too, sucking as he’d done to her. He jerked against her and grabbed her tight, fusing their torsos together as close as two people can get, and she creamed even more.
Connor suddenly tore his mouth away, his breathing erratic and heavy as he slid his dark gaze along her length.
“I have to see the rest, baby,” he said, his voice husky like fine, aged whiskey. He didn’t stop to regroup; he just lifted her leg and started tugging off her red cowboy boots. Boots he’d given her as a birthday present two years ago. She wore them every day.
He pulled off her socks and lifted her foot to his mouth to kiss the arch. It tickled, and she pulled away. He let her go with another one of those troublesome secret smiles on his face. “Before this night is over, I’m gonna learn every damn inch of you, Cassandra.” He snagged her by the belt and tugged her right to the edge of the cot. “And most places are gonna be a damn sight
more intimate and sensitive than your foot.” Connor made quick work of her belt, and in seconds had her zipper down, too.
Cassie lifted her hips and let Connor slide her jeans and panties down her legs.
“I know.” Her breath caught as the cool air slid over her naked body, raising goose bumps along her arms and legs. She shivered, maybe from the cold, maybe from the intensity in Connor’s eyes. Either way, she didn’t hide. “I’m ready for you, Connor.” She bit her lip before adding, “I think I have been from the day we met.”
“Christ, baby,” Connor muttered, his eyes flashing, “you twist me up like no one else.”
Connor snaked his hand around Cassie’s neck and pulled her face right up to his, their hot, humid breath mingling as their gazes locked and held. He slid his hand up her left leg slowly, lingering over her calf and teasing the back of her knee before moving on. His blunt fingers caressed over the sensitive skin on her inner thigh and played there, the touch so light her toes curled into the cold concrete floor beneath her feet.
His nostrils flared as he brushed the very tips of his fingers over her mound of dark curls, the small gesture releasing her musky fragrance into the air. He barely touched her, and her pussy clenched and pulsed deep inside. When the tip of his index finger slid down the length of her slit, she keened with primal delight.
“Damn it, you are so fucking excited,” Connor said, awe lacing his words as he pushed the tip of his finger just barely an inch inside her entrance and started to thrust. “You are so damn swollen and wet and open.” He pushed a little deeper, and she spread her legs to accommodate him. Her channel grabbed hold and started milking his finger. “Christ, Cassandra, you’re fucking tighter than anything I’ve ever felt” Cassie had never been a part of anything like this before, and her body screamed for everything to happen at once. Connor was hardly in deep, but she started undulating her hips to take more of his finger, moaning and bucking when he gave it to her. Every nerve ending in her sex zinged up to her belly with messages of pure pleasure, and she moved against Connor’s finger like a wanton, uncaring of how she must look to him. It was delicious, and she wanted more.
Connor seemed to sense that, and his heated gaze drifted up the length of her naked body, finding hers. “Bend your legs and put your heels on the cot, baby,” he instructed, his voice low and dark. “I want to give you something you’re never gonna forget.”
Cassie did as she was told, too caught up in Connor’s finger working in her cunt to have any fears now. As soon as her second heel planted down on the cot, he plunged another finger inside her body, this time without any easing of the way in. She cried out in shock, her toes curling into the thin mattress to anchor her body to earth. Connor finger-fucked her fast and deep, stretching her untutored pussy for what she knew would be coming soon.
His cock.
Her sex was spread open wide, pouting for more, but she was so connected to this man that she had no fear or shame at all. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, glistening with moisture that Connor had brought on just by being in the same room with her. She looked down her body and could see her erect clit pushing out from the top of her sex, eager and throbbing, and begging for attention.
Connor’s eyes followed where Cassie’s were focused, and he looked back up at her with complete awareness and intent. “Looks like you know exactly what to do to take care of that ache you feel between your legs late at night in the dark, doesn’t it?” He slowed his fingers inside her, and frustration welled when he slid them completely out. He rubbed the tip of his thumb over her clit, making her jump. He didn’t look down at her sex, only up at her eyes. “You play with yourself at night when no one’s watching, don’t you?” He flicked her torturously again. “Maybe in the shower sometimes, too? Am I right?”
Cassie squirmed against the thin mattress beneath her as every nerve ending in her body hummed with life. She couldn’t break away from the hold of Connor’s gaze, and she found that she couldn’t lie, either. “Yeah.”
“Should I take care of it this time? Just this once?”
She thought for sure she’d spontaneously combust if he didn’t. “Yeah.” She bit her lip and nodded, too.
“Thanks.” Connor chuckled, the sound reverberating in the small room. “I might just have a trick or two up my sleeve that will surprise you.”
Before Cassie could think of why Connor was laughing at her, he flashed a fast smile and burrowed his face between her legs. He growled and licked down the length of her slit, snaking his nubby tongue into her body to thrust. The sensation was insane, and Cassandra fell back on the bed, her arms giving out as she felt a man’s tongue taking her for the first time. Connor quickly slid his fingers in to take over in her pussy, not for one minute letting up on the relentless pleasure he was wreaking in her. He buried his face in her thatch and burrowed up the length of her dripping sex, lapping and drinking of her essence along the way. He moaned low in his throat as he reached her clit, and his dark gaze met hers over her belly as he took her engorged clit between his lips and started to suck.
Cassie howled and threw her hands back against the wall, bracing herself against the tidal wave of sensation Connor was tearing out of her sex. He had two fingers taking her pussy, and his tongue worked miracles on her clit in a way she’d only read about in books; she was very nearly about to come unglued.
“Connor, I want you,” she panted. She clutched at his head and pulled him away. “I want you.” She grabbed his arms, shifting them lengthwise on the bed until he was blanketing her completely. She reached between their bodies and tugged at his belt buckle, and between the two of them, they shoved his jeans down past his hips. She looked up at him for the first time with every ounce of affection, desire, and love she felt showing in her eyes. This time, there was no fear or hiding. She delved her fingers through his thick, dark hair and pulled him down until their lips touched. She spread her legs and readied herself for him, felt his burning length nestle naturally between her nether lips, as if it was always meant to be there. “I want to come with you.” She kissed him with everything in her and murmured into his mouth, “I want to come with you inside me.”
His eyes flashed, his lips pulled back viciously, baring his teeth, and then they were both crying out as one as he surged and plunged into her hard and deep, taking the last barrier of her innocence with him.
“I love that you came to me,” Connor said thickly, his voice a strange combination of tender and ruthless as he dragged out, almost to the point of leaving her, and then sank back all the way in. “I love that you let me be your first.”
Cassie wrapped her hands around Connor’s hard forearms and held on.
“Only you, Connor.” She drew up her legs, curled her feet into the thin mattress beneath them, and started to pump her hips up, learning the rhythm of making love with Connor. “It’s always been you.”
Connor shuddered above her, and the muscles in his arms quivered, too. “You’ll unman me with talk like that.” He dipped down and fused their lips together, grunting a little sigh of pleasure when she opened her mouth and let him inside.
The cross springs under the mattress squeaked with every drive of their thrusting bodies, and the bar at the head of the cot banged noisily into the wall each time Connor took her deep again. It was primal and elemental, and it was very nearly out of control. Cassie loved all of it, just as she knew she would. What she loved the most, though, was Connor letting this little piece of himself go, just for her.
Connor’s thick length stroked Cassie’s inner walls with unbearable pleasure, each nerve in her body seemingly unaware that the one right next to it was already stretched to the limits of what it was capable of feeling. She shoved up her hips erratically, trying desperately to scratch the terrible, coiling itch that Connor created with every stroke, and touch, and kiss he gave her. He dragged primal, raw emotion out of her with every small endearment he whispered, each sentiment sweet, open, and vulnerable, unlike anything she’d ev
er heard him utter before. She clawed at his arm like a cat scaling a tree as it scrambled up from the ground for its very life. She dragged herself up against him and bit at his shoulder, clinging there as he continued to take her without quarter.
“Please, Connor, please.” It was getting to be too much to stand, and Cassie ached to come to the point that it hurt. She knew how to take care of herself, but she craved for him to do it. “Help me. Touch me. Make me come.”
She felt Connor’s hand slide down her belly and through her nest of curls. His full weight came down on her, a wonderful pressure unlike anything else in life. He whispered against her ear, “Anything, Cassandra.” His index finger touched over her protruding clit and rubbed. “Anything for you.”
A second finger joined the first and squeezed, and suddenly Cassandra jerked upright, keening high as she cried into Connor’s thick shoulder, as she convulsed and came.
An orgasm, so strong it wracked her entire body, yanked her out of sleep, thrusting her back into her bedroom, alone once again.
In the darkness of the night, Cassie rolled to her side in bed, her hands still buried between her legs as she shuddered through the tail end of a tight, familiar climax -- one that she came by with the deftness of her own fingers. She quivered against her fingers as she gushed and came, the same way she always did. Not by Connor. Not by his capable fingers. And most definitely not with his cock embedded deep inside her body.
It was just another frustrating, familiar, dream. It wasn’t real, even if this time it had felt so much more so than it ever had before.
Deflated by how badly her mind had tricked her, Cassie craned her neck and glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand, catching the numbers that shined in the darkness. 3:48 a.m.
Almost the start of another day on the ranch. Except today wasn’t the same as usual. Today was special. Today was Halloween. It figured. That was probably why the dream had been so strong and seemed so real. There had to be something paranormal working through the day, and it was already affecting her.