Moon Lust

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by Sherri L. King


  “Be gentle,” she urged as she felt herself stretched to the fullest. He was so very large tonight, larger than she’d ever known him to be.

  “I cannot,” he said raggedly. His voice was guttural and rough. “Not now. Tell me if I hurt you, Bri.” Moaning, he slammed into her.

  She gasped. Not in pain, as she’d expected, but in overwhelming ecstasy. Her pussy was filled with his cock, and the angle at which he penetrated her brought him in direct contact with all the secret, pleasurable places deep inside of her.

  Pleasure and pain blurred, his hands, mouth and teeth were everywhere they could reach, his cock so deep inside of her she felt split in two. A keening, animalistic noise sounded over and over, and Brianna realized the sound was spilling from her own lips.

  “Ooooh, Ooooooh, God yes! Don’t stop!” she cried out over and over.

  “Who owns you, heart and soul? Whom do you belong to?” he demanded.

  “You, I belong to you. Only you!” she vowed, in between short, high screams.

  Their bodies slapped audibly, sweat covering them in a fine sheen. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for me now.”

  She did. Immediately upon hearing his words her pussy clenched like a fist around him and he pounded even more furiously into her. She started wailing, nearly screaming as her body pulsed and trembled. The orgasm was explosive, intense and consuming.

  When she’d calmed she realized Ivan was far from through with her. He went down on his knees before her and buried his mouth against her. He licked and sucked and tongue-fucked her until she came again.

  Legs trembling, mindless after the violence of her orgasms, all Brianna could do was moan and thrash against him as he lay on the floor, seating her on top of him. His thick shaft filled her to the hilt, reaching her womb.

  “Ride me,” he growled.

  With his hands lending her strength, she rode him, moving upon him eagerly. Unbelievably he grew wilder as she undulated over him. His face tilted up towards the moon, eyes flashing on hers in the silver illumination. His teeth flashed, looking sharp and strange behind his sensuous lips. He moaned and groaned beneath her, hips bucking against her, hands clutching against the flesh of her hips.

  He grew suddenly taut beneath her, head thrown back. Brianna’s orgasm shook through her a scant second before his sperm flooded through her. Ivan thrashed beneath her and howled a long cry into the moonlit night.

  Brianna collapsed on him, limp without his support, and heard him vow into her ear, “You will never leave me. Not now, not ever.”

  Chapter Four

  Full Moon

  Ivan was acting strange. Even more than what was usual for him. His hair was wild and unkempt, his eyes sharp and darting. Brianna had only known him for a month, but in that time she’d learned enough about him to be concerned about his behavior. She could see he was in some kind of distress, but when she asked him what was wrong he only barked at her and retreated outdoors.

  He left her for hours at a time, coming back looking wild and dangerous. He would immediately take her body like a beast, mercilessly slamming in and out of her cunt for hours on end.

  The attraction between them was very strong, but because of his odd behavior in the past few days she was starting to feel, well…nervous.

  Sex with him was wild and untamed. She’d had so many orgasms she’d lost count, and Ivan never seemed to tire of wringing them from her. He’d fucked her in every orifice—her cunt, her mouth, even her ass—a place she’d never been touched before—and still he’d wanted more and more of her.

  In the past two days they’d barely spoken. They’d been too busy screwing each other’s brains out. Brianna loved him and was certain that he was growing to love her too. But she worried about what inner torment he was going through.

  But when she tried to draw him out of his shell, he’d shut her out completely. Perhaps it was just a mood, but he seemed so distant from her unless they were making love. Shuttered and withdrawn.

  “The moon is full tonight,” he spoke, breaking into her thoughts. He stood in the doorway apparently having just arrived from one of his walks.

  “Really?” She tried to sound interested. He talked about the moon a lot.

  “We must talk.” His voice was serious and firm. Her heart sank, as she feared that he’d grown tired of her already and was trying to find a way to break things off with her. She tried not to let her sadness show.

  “Okay,” she said, surprised that her voice sounded so neutral and steady.

  “There are things about me you must know. About me and my family…and the people of the village. Things you won’t understand…but I need you to try.”

  “You’re scaring me,” she whispered.

  “I am sorry. I wish I could give you more time, but the moon…” He faltered, and for the first time Brianna saw that he was nervous and unsure of himself.

  “Hey, it’s all right. You can tell me,” she coaxed, taking his hands in hers.

  He sighed. “I am not like other men, Brianna. My family and the inhabitants of the nearby village are not like normal people. We are very different.” He was quiet for a moment. She could almost hear the gears turning in his head. “To put it bluntly, we are not human.”

  “W—what?” She tried to laugh his proclamation off, but couldn’t seem to summon even a threadbare chuckle. Her throat was dry, the word sounding hoarse and faint even to her own ears. His revelation was worse than she’d expected.

  He was mad.

  “What do you mean by that exactly?” Her voice hardened on the last words.

  “Do not withdraw from me.” His voice caught as he reached for her when she would have pulled away. “I could not bear it if you turned from me now. I had hoped we were growing close—close enough for this. I love you. I have loved you from the first, and it would kill me if you turned from me now.”

  “I love you too, Ivan. So much. But you’re scaring me. You’ve been so distant the past few days, and when you do talk to me you sound like you’re angry. I feel like you’re pushing me away. And now this—you’re just not making sense!”

  “I am sorry, but I have no words to tell you that will make sense. I have never told anyone—never had to. I rarely meet humans, my kind tend to keep to themselves here in the forest, we always have. I am not like you, I am…other.”

  “You’re talking like a crazy man,” she breathed out. “And you’re scaring me.”

  He swore in Russian, running a hand through his dark hair. “I have not the English to tell you what I am. But my kind, we are very different from yours. We go through phases, with the moon as our guide. Every full moon we change into…into wolves—not like normal wolves, but very close,” he spoke over her gasp, laying a hand on her mouth to silence her until he was finished. She tried to pull away, but he secured her to him, exerting little strength in doing so.

  “With the waning moon, after the change, we lose our wolfish traits, our glowing eyes dim, our fangs retreat and our bodies lose muscle mass. During the new moon we are very much like humans, though we retain some of our strength and speed. During the waxing moon the cycle begins anew, and we approach the change with heightened senses, increased muscle mass and sharper teeth.

  “Then, on the full moon we change. We become like wolves, on four legs, with fur and fangs. We hunt the night as our instincts demand, thinning out the weaker prey and communing with nature.” His emerald eyes were lit, intense, his jaw clenched. “We are not human.”

  Brianna tried again to pull away from him and this time he let her. She was shaking, not with fear of him as he suspected, but with fear for him. For his sanity. What he was telling her was impossible.

  “You’re not a werewolf. Your family and those villagers are not werewolves. You’re just confused—but we can get you some help.” Tears choked her as her mind raced. He needed doctors, the best that money could buy. Luckily she had enough money to get him the treatment he needed. “I promise I’ll help you get
well.”

  “You don’t understand, but you will. The night is upon us, and the moon is on the rise. You will see the truth of my words then. Just know that I am sorry I cannot help you through this. I would give you more time to know me before you see what I am, but it is impossible.”

  “If you’re what you say you are, then why pick me? Why not pick one of your own kind to…to love?” She faltered. She loved him so much that she was starting, in some dark corner of her mind, to believe him a little.

  “I don’t know, and I have never before heard of an interspecies mating. I’m not even sure we can produce offspring, you and I, though I want to try. We mate for life,” he said firmly. “We mate for life, instinctively knowing when we’ve found the right one. You’re my one, my woman, and my mate. And whether or not you believe me, I will love you forever, even if you turn from me in horror after tonight. I am still yours.”

  “Have you never…mated before me?” she whispered.

  “You are the only woman I’ve ever lain with. The only woman I’ve ever wanted to lie with. Before you there was only my hand and my fantasies of a faceless mate—you. I will never lie with another. There is only you,” he vowed.

  “I first saw you when you entered the forest,” he continued. “You captivated me, pulled at me and lured me. I followed you, sometimes as a wolf because of the full moon, and sometimes as a man, but I could not let you out of my sight. You haunted me. When I saw you fall down that ravine, I almost died of fright. You have no idea how thankful I was when I realized you were alive.”

  Her eyes were rounded. “How can that be? It’s just not possible. I’m scared for you, Ivan. I love you, but this…” She trailed off as she became aware of the gathering darkness. Ivan’s eyes glowed, like emeralds in the shadows.

  “You can watch me change.” His voice was rough and guttural. “I will leave afterwards, to hunt with my pack, but I will be back at dawn. If you find that you do not want to see me again, leave the front door closed and locked and I will go. I will send someone to fetch you and take you away from here. I will let you go, but I will miss you.” His voice broke, sadness permeating every word. “I love you,” he murmured.

  He backed out of the house, out into the snow. Brianna helplessly followed, openly weeping. He was so earnest, she wanted to believe him—anything to know his mind wasn’t deranged.

  The rising moon illuminated him as he removed his clothing. Brianna protested, trying to stop him, but was interrupted as a howl rose from his lips. Brianna gasped as she saw Ivan fall to the ground writhing. She rushed to his side.

  “Get away,” he growled and turned his head up to the moon. What she saw nearly stopped her heart. His face was changing. His teeth had sharpened and elongated, and the bones of his face seemed to be shifting beneath the skin. “Go back to the house, Bri. I might hurt you in the other form—” He howled again, his entire body beginning to shift.

  Brianna raced back to the house as he’d instructed, knowing her presence wasn’t needed. She watched from the window as her lover shifted into a wolf. As the change progressed, she saw that he was much larger than any ordinary wolf, and far more wildly beautiful. His fur was black and thick, shining in the moonlight. He was stout and heavily muscled, with powerful jaws and gleaming fangs.

  Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought it possible—a man actually shape-shifting. At first she was afraid, afraid of him and for him. But after watching his body shift and change for a few moments she was reminded of the butterfly and the chrysalis, a magical transformation—and yet still earthbound and natural. Mother Nature had many secret wonders. Brianna believed her werewolf was one of them.

  When the change was complete a powerful, black wolf stood before the window. The wolf looked straight at her with Ivan’s bright green eyes, seeming almost sad for a moment, before he turned and ran into the forest. Brianna cried out, weeping at the raw beauty of the miracle she’d witnessed, wishing she could go with him.

  Brianna spent the night listening to the distant howling and baying of wolves. Her world was forever changed. She was in love with a werewolf, mated to him. Forever bound to him. At once she realized that life with Ivan would never be dull, and she laughed through renewed tears. Though there was much to be discussed between them, Brianna was ever eager to welcome her lover back.

  She was his, and he was hers. In every way…forever.

  When a nude Ivan returned at dawn, the door was wide open, and she waited for him in a nightshirt on the porch steps. He smiled, positively wolfish in his relief and triumph. He rushed to sweep her up into his arms, taking her straight to bed where he came down to rest upon her.

  “Do you accept me then? You’re not afraid of me?” he asked, and when his lips moved Brianna could clearly see his sharpened, elongated teeth.

  “I’m not afraid of you. Are you afraid of me?” Brianna teased.

  He ignored her gibe. “I would understand if you were. You can’t have met many people like me.”

  “You mean Russian people? I don’t know…if ever there was a country to find them in, this would be it.”

  “I’m trying to be serious,” but he laughed anyway.

  “No, I’m not afraid of you, Ivan,” her voice trailed to a whisper, and she took his face in her hands. “I want to know everything there is to know about being mated to a werewolf…I’m going to need all the help I can get.” She kissed his nose.

  He grinned, obviously relieved. “My mother and sister will be happy to guide you—they are eager to meet you, along with the rest of the pack. They are curious about the first human woman to join our family.”

  “I hope they don’t think I’m not good enough for you.”

  “They would never think that. My instincts knew you for my mate from the start. There can be no objections to the rightness of our bonding. My heart belongs to you, and that is as it should be.”

  Ivan moved against her, and Brianna was suddenly reminded of his nudity. She wrapped her legs around his back, forcing a groan from him.

  “I missed you last night,” she whispered.

  Ivan let out a small howling sound and pushed up her nightshirt with rough hands. “I’ll try not to be rough, but it’s hard so soon after a change.”

  “Be rough. I don’t mind.” Her words were swift with her rising excitement.

  Hearing the words seemed to dissolve what little control he had left. He growled and tore her clothes from her body, making her gasp. His mouth slammed down onto hers, hungry and demanding. She felt the scrape of his teeth and brought her own to bear in the kiss.

  Ivan’s hands were everywhere on her, and his mouth soon followed. His hair, longer after his change, tickled over her skin as he loved her. He rolled their bodies and sat up, so that she straddled him. His cock was pressed against her wet core. He rocked her back and forth, causing an exquisite friction that made them both gasp.

  Ivan buried his face in her breasts, plumping them around his face so that he could lick and suckle at them both. His teeth scraped and then bit into her tender flesh, stopping just short of breaking the skin, making her moan with heated longing. She clutched his head to her, moving on him, bathing him in her wet heat.

  Pulling his head from her grasp, he threw back his head and howled. Brianna heard the wolf in his cry, the sound far from a human one, and it thrilled her. She saw his eyes glow with their strange inner fire, and felt him lift her up, positioning her over his straining cock. As she eased down over him, enveloping him in her body, his fingernails dug into the flesh of her hips and suddenly held her still.

  His eyes met hers, his warm breath huffing over her face. They sat there, breathing raggedly for several heartbeats, before Ivan thrust up—pulling her down at the same time—and sheathed himself balls deep inside of her. Moments passed, as he remained still, embedded inside of her.

  “I need you so much,” he whispered brokenly.

  Brianna was beyond words, her love for him filled her heart as fully
as his cock filled and stretched her cunt. She moaned and pressed a kiss to his mouth, riding him. Slowly at first, and then more rapidly. Ivan groaned and took control of their dance, slamming into her with a force that should have bruised her but only made her hungry for more.

  The bed shook with the force of their thrusts, and soon Ivan was growling over and over again, approaching his climax. Brianna deliberately tightened her inner muscles around his shaft, wringing a cry from him. His hands dug into her flesh, and he sank his teeth into her shoulder as they moved. That small pleasure-pain was enough to nudge her to the brink, and as the inner tremors of her climax began Ivan thrust up into her—far enough that she felt she could choke on the penetration.

  They came together, bathing each other with their pleasure. Rocking softly against one another until their bodies were spent. Brianna felt full with his cock and with his seed, and she’d never felt more right in his arms. Somehow she knew that she was pregnant.

  After what seemed like hours, though only minutes had passed, Ivan raised his head from her shoulder and smiled.

  “Let’s do that again.”

  They both laughed and proceeded to do just that.

  Also by Sherri L. King:

  Ellora’s Cave

  www.ellorascave.com

 

 

 


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