Beneath a Blood Lust Moon

by Jodi Vaugn

  She jerked her hips to his face, her breathing growing faster. When he felt her body tremble, he closed his lips around her clit and sucked.

  ***

  Kate cried out as she came, her body trembling under Braxton’s wicked mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure racked her body until she was unable to move. When the tremors finally subsided, he slid up her body and between her legs.

  She moaned as he filled and stretched her body.

  “Damn, baby. You feel so good,” he whispered between kisses. She clenched around him, earning another groan.

  He moved against her, thrusting in and out at a torturous pace until she was writhing against him. She dug her nails into his back, needing more. “Faster, Braxton.”

  He chuckled. “No, sweetheart. This is going to be slow and delicious.”

  Her breathing hitched and she clutched him closer. He seemed to sense her impending orgasm and moved faster, thrusting until her orgasm swelled and crested.

  This time when she came, Braxton was right there with her, clinging to her hips and moaning her name.

  ***

  Braxton gathered Kate into his arms, caressing her naked back with his fingertips. He’d never been more at peace than when he was holding her.

  “Hmmmmm...”

  He grinned and looked down into her smiling face. “I take it you found that satisfactory?”

  “Are you kidding? I found that more than satisfactory. In fact, I never thought I could have an orgasm that intense.”

  Braxton grinned, feeling pretty damn pleased with himself. “I aim to please.”

  She laughed and playfully hit his arm.

  A loud crash had Kate bolting up in bed.

  “What was that?” Kate pulled the comforter across her body. He’d been so busy trying to get into her panties that they didn’t bother to pull the sheets down.

  “The sound of drunken writers.” Braxton rolled off the bed and tugged on his jeans. She slid off the bed and gathered her clothes, quickly dressing.

  “I hope no one got hurt,” Kate threw over her shoulder as she hurried down the hall. “A lawsuit is the last thing I need.”

  Braxton gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “Stop worrying... I’m sure no one got hurt.”

  “You might want to rethink that last statement.” Damon hurried past them into the living room.

  Braxton came to a halt. Kate crashed into his back.

  Standing in the middle of the living room and looking like an angry Goddess was Ava. Ava had a handful of Felicity’s shirt and was holding the girl a foot off the ground. Damon wrapped his arms around Ava’s waist, trying to pull her away, but she wouldn’t let go of Felicity.

  Kate rushed forward. “Who the hell are you? Get your hands off her.”

  Ava let go of Felicity and scorched Kate with a glare.

  Braxton pushed Kate behind him. “What’s going on, Ava?”

  “I want to know what the fuck Damon is doing at a bed and breakfast with a bunch of women.” Ava turned and glared at Damon, who ran his hand across his face

  “That would be my fault.” Braxton glanced at Damon. “Barrett sent him for me. I refused to leave. Damon is only doing his job.”

  “Yeah? Who the fuck is this?” Ava shot a venomous glare at Felicity.

  “She’s one of my guests,” Kate answered and stepped in front of Ava.

  “Really? Then why was she telling Damon to take his shirt off when I walked in the door?” Ava hissed.

  Kate rolled her eyes. “Because she’s a writer.” She swept her arm across the room. “They say obscene things that they don’t mean.”

  “Plus, they’re drunk,” Damon offered. He tried to wrap his arms around his mate, but Ava only growled.

  “I am not drunk, thank you very much.” Myrtis propped her hands on her hips. “I can handle my alcohol, unlike the rest of these bitches.”

  “I hear ya, sister. I can drink anyone under the table.” Granny emerged from the kitchen holding a shot of tequila in her wrinkled hand.

  “Granny, put that down.” Damon let go of Ava and tried to take the glass away from the old lady.

  She spun away on her heels, downed the shot, and then smirked while handing over the empty glass. “Here you go, Damon.”

  “Is this your granny?” Kate’s widened gaze landed on Damon.

  “I am, honey. I came with Ava when she found out Damon was here.” Granny gave Kate a smile. The old lady picked up someone’s Long Island Iced Tea. “I’ve always wanted to stay at a bed and breakfast, but I never had the chance. I’ve been so busy with my work that I don’t have the time. So I decided to make time.”

  Kate smiled. “What kind of work do you do?”

  “I am gainfully employed in the sex industry.”

  The room went silent as all eyes landed on Granny.

  Damon rubbed his eyes. “Damn, Granny. Would you quit saying that?”

  “Sex industry?” Felicity grinned. Lynn looked intrigued. The other writers looked horrified.

  “Of course.” Granny took a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea. “This sucker has quite a kick.” Granny’s gaze landed on Braxton. “Hon, did you make this?”

  “You know it.” He chuckled. He’d always liked Granny. She didn’t pull any punches and had a kind heart.

  Damon stilled and looked at Braxton. “Wait a minute. How do you know Granny?”

  Braxton hesitated.

  “I know him from the strip club,” Granny offered.

  “The strip club?” Damon grimaced and waved his hand. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

  “Well, I want to know.” Felicity had apparently recovered from her brush with Ava. She edged closer and gave Granny a look of utter fascination.

  Kate gave him a confused look. It was too much to explain so he just shrugged.

  “Granny sells a lot of her…merchandise to the dancers at the club.” Braxton frowned at Granny’s now-empty drink. “You might want to go easy on those.”

  “Another round, barkeep.” Granny held out her glass to Braxton. “It’s been a long drive, and I fully intend to enjoy myself while staying at a B&B.”

  Damon sighed. “There’s no room, Granny.”

  Felicity shook her head. “Actually, you can stay with Lynn.” She cut her eyes at her friend.

  Lynn’s lips curled up in an uncertain smile.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I’m not used to sharing a bed.” Granny’s eyebrows shot up. “At least not with another female.”

  The women erupted in laughter.

  “Come on. It will be fun.” Felicity took her hands. “Besides, you can give us a lot of information about the kinds of things you sell.”

  “My sex toys?”

  “Please, Ava, if you love me just a little, beat me over the head until I pass out,” Damon pleaded with his mate.

  Ava’s lips quirked up, obviously enjoying Damon’s discomfort.

  Braxton mixed up another cocktail and passed it to Granny.

  Granny looked around the room at the women. “You guys want to know about my sex toys?”

  “Of course.” Felicity elbowed Barbara in the side.

  Granny sighed. “It would be easier if I just showed you.”

  Lynn’s smile disappeared, replaced by genuine interest. “Do you have them with you?”

  Granny took a sip. “Yep. Brought an extra suitcase just so I could make everything fit.”

  Kate leaned into Braxton. “Is she serious?”

  “As a heart attack.” Braxton wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her against him. “She’s a live wire when she gives her sex toy presentation.”

  “Okay, I have to see that,” Kate murmured.

  Granny emptied her glass and plunked it down on the side table. “Okay, you talked me into it. I’ll stay. On one condition.”

  “What’s that?” Damon frowned.

  “I get to give my full presentation of my sex toys. That way, you ladies can procure the merchandise so you can get the f
ull experience.” Granny wagged her gray eyebrows.

  “Is that okay with you if Granny shares with Lynn?” Felicity looked at Kate.

  Kate shrugged. “It’s fine with me.”

  “Great.”

  “Damon, be a dear and take my stuff up to my room.” Granny patted his arm.

  Damon snarled as he headed out the door. Ava followed after him, bitching the whole way.

  “Are they married?” Felicity narrowed her eyes.

  Braxton grinned. “Yes, and then some.”

  “I thought she was going to rip my throat out.” Felicity rubbed her neck.

  “What did you do to get her so upset?” Braxton looked at Felicity.

  “She was telling him to take off his shirt…while she copped a feel.” Barbara shot Felicity a disapproving look.

  “Felicity.” Kate crossed her arms and frowned.

  “What? I didn’t know he was married.” Felicity managed a sheepish look. “Usually men that don’t have a wedding ring are available.”

  “I think it’s best if you stay away from Ava.” Kate pursed her lips.

  “You think?”

  “Yeah, honey.” Granny tapped the bottom of her glass, trying to get the last few drops out. “She may look all dainty, but Ava can kick some serious ass.”

  Damon came back. “Your luggage is in your room, Granny.”

  “That’s a good boy.” Granny patted his cheek and then faced the ladies. “Oh, and just so we’re clear. I may be sleeping with a girl, but I am not a lesbian.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  “Where have you been?” Damon narrowed his gaze at Braxton.

  Braxton shrugged out of his leather jacket and averted his eyes. “Just went into town.”

  Damon raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

  “Seeing if I could find out anything about that murder.” Braxton eased onto the barstool.

  Damon cocked his head. “That guy was a human. It has nothing to do with us.”

  Braxton bristled. “It has everything to do with Kate. That’s the point.”

  “You risk too much for that human.” Damon took a step and Braxton stood, bristling.

  “Back off, Damon.” Braxton fisted his hands, anger surging through his body. The wolf side called to him, urging him to shift. “You would risk the same thing for Ava.”

  “That’s different. Ava is my mate,” Damon gritted out.

  “What the hell’s going on here?”

  Both males turned at Ava’s voice. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen, her arms propped on her hips, looking like she’d just rolled out of bed.

  Braxton swept his gaze at Damon. The Were’s jeans were unzipped. Damn, maybe they both had just rolled out of bed.

  Damon pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

  Braxton cringed. “Jesus, do you two mind?”

  Damon pulled back and laughed. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about all that noise I heard last night.” Damon rolled his eyes.

  Braxton’s eyes went wide. He thought he’d covered Kate’s cries of ecstasy with his mouth. Maybe he hadn’t.

  “Never knew you had a nickname.” Damon looked a little horrified. Ava snickered.

  “Name? What are you talking about?” He didn’t remember Kate calling out anything other than his name.

  “Give it to me good, Big Daddy,” Ava cried out in mock ecstasy.

  What the fuck? He didn’t remember that.

  “That wasn’t Kate.” Granny walked in and opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water.

  Everyone stared.

  “Was it you?” Ava giggled.

  “No, sassy mouth. It was Barbara.”

  Damon turned green and Braxton felt the same way.

  “Barbara? The older lady that writes historicals?” Ava gaped.

  “Yes. She bought something to keep her company last night. It’s the Big Daddy line of dildos and comes in all shapes and sizes.”

  “Oh, hell. She said dildo.” Damon swiped a hand across his face, as if trying to erase the mental image that had been conjured up.

  Braxton closed his eyes, trying to go to his happy place.

  Ava chuckled.

  “Stop laughing. It only encourages her.” Damon scowled at his mate.

  “What’s everyone talking about?” Kate walked in and set the laundry basket on the island. She looked around the room.

  “You don’t want to know,” Braxton murmured.

  She frowned. “Yes I do.”

  “We were talking about the sounds Damon and Ava heard coming from a bedroom last night. They thought it was you, but I told them it was Barbara and one of my dildos.” Granny took a dainty drink.

  Kate’s mouth fell open as her face turned bright red.

  Braxton leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I told you, you didn’t want to know.”

  Kate clamped her mouth shut and grabbed her laundry, mumbling something about chores as she escaped from the kitchen. Braxton followed on her heels.

  ***

  Kate gripped the sides of the washing machine with both hands, her head bowed. She wanted to melt into the floor. “Please tell me it really wasn’t me they heard.”

  Braxton buried his face in her hair and laughed. “No, it wasn’t. I was pretty good about keeping you quiet last night. All night.”

  She turned in his arms and faced him.

  She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders, the simple touch setting off a fire in her belly.

  They’d made love half the night, yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted him again.

  Braxton pushed away. Disappointment stung her chest until he reached the door of the laundry room. Shutting the door, he twisted the lock.

  Her eyes widened as her heartbeat sped up. “What are you doing?”

  “I want you naked and I want you now.” He accentuated every word with a heavy step until he was towering over her.

  “But, we’re in the laundry room.” She glanced at the window blinds. “And it’s daylight.”

  “I don’t care.” Braxton covered her mouth, his tongue seeking out her own.

  She moaned and melted against his body. Braxton slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted, setting her on top of the washing machine.

  His mouth stayed on hers as his hands skirted under her sweater. She nearly cried out as his fingers found her nipple.

  She gasped and arched against his hand.

  Panting, she lifted the hem of his shirt, her fingertips dipping into the deep grooves of his defined muscles.

  He leaned down so she could pull the shirt over his head.

  “Your turn.” His fingers gripped her shirt and tugged. It went sailing to the floor. He pulled her close, his hard chest rubbing against her soft bra-clad breasts.

  He sealed his mouth over hers, licking the seam of her lips. With a flick of his fingers, her bra gave way and she quickly wiggled out of it.

  His fingers danced at the front of her jeans, unsnapping and unzipping.

  “Lift.”

  She planted her hands on the washing machine and arched her hips. She hissed when the cool metal of the washing machine hit her bare ass.

  He grinned, took a step back and freed himself from his tight jeans. He met her gaze and took himself in his hand before stepping between her parted thighs.

  Her breathing increased as his fingers stroked gently down her thong. His fingers dipped in the side. He growled low before lifting his finger to his mouth and sucking her arousal off.

  She laced her fingers behind his neck and pulled him to her lips. “Now, Braxton. I want you now.”

  He pulled her panties to the side and coated his dick with her wet heat. She moaned as he thrust, burying himself deep inside of her. She shivered around the enormous length of him.

  “Fuck.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck.

  She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he
moved slowly. “Please, Braxton, faster.” She needed him out of control and wild.

  “Baby, if I go faster I’m going to come too soon.” His mouth clamped down across hers, and he slid his fingers between the tight space of their bodies and flicked her clit.

  She gasped.

  “Feel good?” he groaned out.

  “Yes,” she panted, clinging to him like he was her lifeline to this earth.

  His fingers stroked over her clit in a circular motion while his thrusts grew faster. Pleasure spread throughout her body as she began to climax. She tensed, and then she went limp as her orgasm crashed over her in a blinding display.

  ***

  Braxton thrust deep, his body shaking with the effort to hold back his own pleasure until Kate found her orgasm. It was a rule. The female always came first. And they always did. But with Kate, Braxton almost broke the one rule he’d always kept.

  As Kate cried out, he held on for a few more seconds and then went over the edge with her, burying deep within her tight body as he spilled his release inside her.

  Her fingers caressed up and down his back. He found the touch soothing and comforting. It was something he could get used to every night.

  And it scared the hell out of him.

  He straightened and gazed down into the eyes of the woman he’d just made love with.

  She giggled and slapped a hand across her mouth.

  He frowned. “What’s so funny?

  “I’m sorry. I’ve just never had sex on a washing machine before. It sounds like something out of a romance book.”

  He relaxed. “Well, don’t go telling those writers. I’m sure they’d love to know how you liked it.” A slow grin crossed his face. “So, how did you like it?”

  “It felt wrong.”

  He frowned. “Wrong?” That certainly wasn’t the answer he was expecting.

  She shook her head, her hair falling in blond waves across her shoulders. “I need a better word. It felt wicked.” She glanced away, her cheeks flaming.

  “Wicked?” He tipped her chin with his finger, gently forcing her to look at him. “I like wicked.”

  She grinned. “I kind of thought you would.”

  “What other things have you never done, my sweet innocent Kate?” Braxton rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

  She blinked rapidly, and for a moment he expected her to change the subject and make an excuse to get away.