Red Velvet Moon

by Theodora Lane

  As if proving his point, Tony broke off a small piece of the biscuit on his plate and then brought it to her lips.

  “These are heavenly. Light, buttery, but with the sharpness of the cheddar cheese to balance it.” His description alone made her mouth water, forget the aroma of the damned things.

  She opened her mouth and accepted the flaky treat. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, dragging sensually across it, sending chills down her spine, landing right between her legs.

  She chewed and swallowed. “Delicious.”

  “Oh God, you are.” Tony’s eyes looked feral, wild, untamed. As if he could eat not only the biscuit, but her as well. He ran his tongue over his lips.

  All the better to taste you with, my dear.

  The words from the children’s story popped into her head from out of nowhere, but they fit him perfectly.

  Tony brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. She wanted him to lick her. Her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her pussy. Aroused, she took a deep breath.

  Tony groaned softly and broke off another piece. This time, she opened her mouth for him, like a bird begging for morsel.

  His fingers placed it on her tongue; then he stroked her cheek with the backs of his knuckles, the coarse dark hair teasing against her skin. She hadn’t noticed it before, but now her gaze swept over him. Not only did he have thick dark hair on his head, but beneath his shirt, she glimpsed a dark thatch of hair on his chest. She could have sworn she thought his chest was smooth.

  She’d never been attracted to overly hairy guys, but Tony had just the right amount. It added to his masculinity and his appeal in a way she couldn’t explain. It turned her on, and that was all she needed to know.

  Daphne wanted to tangle her fingers in the hair on his chest, follow the trail lower, and twirl the curls around the base of his cock in her fingers. A new wave of dampness leaked from her, and she worried if she’d made a mistake not wearing any panties.

  To keep from squirming, she took a quick sip of her wine to wash down the biscuit and give herself some time to calm down. It was no use. She wanted him so bad, she’d let him do her right here, right now, forget waiting to go home and invite him in.

  A vision of him sweeping the table clean, bending her over it as people watched, pushing up her skirt, and pounding into her from behind, shook her resolve and her pussy.

  Leaning back, she replaced her glass and swallowed hard.

  When were the steaks going to get there, because she wanted him to feed her again. Which was really odd, since she didn’t usually go for that sort of thing, or any sort of PDAs, but with Tony, it felt completely natural. Him feeding her, taking care of her, insuring her well-being. And she didn’t care who watched.

  In fact, the idea that others might watch them turned her on. She glanced around. Only a few tables in their area were occupied and, as a restaurant owner, she knew for a weeknight that was good. Would the other diners be turned-on by watching him feed her, seeing her pleasure in the food, in the touch of his hands on her body?

  Her pussy clenched. God, she should have brought herself to orgasm at home earlier, because she felt on the edge right now.

  The waiter arrived with a tray.

  “Thank God,” she exclaimed, perhaps too loudly, if the looks from a few of the other diners were any proof.

  “I know. I’m starving.” Tony looked it. The hunger in his eyes said he wanted more than food, and she thrilled to think it might be her body he wanted to dine on.

  The sizzling platter the waiter placed in front of her held the most delicious-looking and smelling steak she’d ever seen. The well-cooked meat danced in a lemon butter, cracked black pepper sauce, making a music all its own. The lobster tail in its half shell looked plump, tender, and perfectly cooked. A small ramekin of drawn butter sat next to it for dipping.

  Tony’s platter looked just as good and, if the way he stared at it said anything, he’d enjoy every single bit of the prime rib. Pink juices ran from it, the meat a true rare.

  “God, it’s fantastic.” Tony inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. He obviously loved food as much as she did, and again she knew he was perfect for her.

  “Mine too.” She nodded. “It all looks so scrumptious, doesn’t it?”

  “It does. But the most delectable thing at this table is you.” Tony’s deep, husky timbre sent shudders through her body.

  She blushed and gazed at the rest of the food, a visual masterpiece.

  The au gratin potatoes were perfection, golden-brown edges crisped under the broiler, rich Gruyère cheese melting over tender chunks of potato. And the asparagus? Just the way she liked it, bright green, and only the tender upper half of the stems, with a creamy Hollandaise sauce drizzled over them.

  She’d been there before, had the same surf and turf, the same potatoes, but tonight it was as if she’d never seen this food before, and it had never looked so appetizing. Her senses were heightened, on edge, taking in everything the restaurant had to offer.

  It aroused her even more. Damn. Was it the food, or was it Tony?

  “Help yourself.” Tony nudged the casserole toward her as he served himself a portion of the asparagus. They switched, doling out food until they had filled their platters.

  She cut the first slice of steak and took a bite.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. So tender it melted on her tongue, barely needing to be chewed. The flavors of the beef and the seasonings danced across her palate.

  ∙•∙

  Tony growled as he watched her. The desire to span the small space between them nearly overpowered him. The sounds she made drove his wolf insane, and the desire to mate filled his already hard cock to the breaking point. He’d already felt the sprouting of hair across his body—the first sign of his change.

  “Let me,” he said, surprised at the roughness of his voice. He tore a piece of the lobster off, drenched it in the butter, then brought the dripping morsel to Daphne’s mouth, his other hand positioned under it to catch any drips. She leaned forward, opened for him, obeying the silent command that she eat.

  He brushed the seafood against her lips, painting them with the flavor. She shuddered as her lips drew in the lobster, raking his fingers with her teeth. She chewed, but as he pulled his fingers away, she leaned forward and bit them, holding them tight, but without hurting him.

  He froze, and her control of him made his prick jerk. She bathed his butter-flavored fingertips with her soft, warm tongue, and he nearly shot his load, thinking how it’d feel on his dick.

  “Daphne,” he whispered as their gazes locked. Her half-lidded eyes gleamed with a look he could only call wicked, her full lips shone with the light coating of butter, begging him to lick it off.

  “Tony,” she whispered back. “More.”

  Oh God. He groaned and quickly cut a piece of Daphne’s steak, offered it to her on the edge of his fork. He didn’t think he’d survive another of her tongue-lickings.

  She took the cube of steak from the tines with her teeth, baring her mouth in a wolfish grin, showing perfect, even white teeth. Chewing, she closed her eyes and moaned so sweetly he could see her stretched on his bed, legs spread, as he made her repeat that sound over and over, while he thrust into her.

  Daphne swallowed and took a bite of the potatoes. “These are so wonderful. Light. Creamy. Tender.” She could have been describing her pussy for all he cared.

  “Creamy is good.” He nodded, so lost he had no idea what he was saying or doing. “Are you creamy right now?”

  Blushing, she nodded. “Yes.”

  “Are you tender?”

  “God, yes.”

  He inhaled, leaned closer, and placed his lips to her ear. “I can smell you above all of the food. I can smell your pussy, Daphne. Is it the food or me making you cream?”

  She shuddered. “It’s you. I’ve been wet all evening, thinking of you.”

  He nuzzled her ear, inhaling her body’s scent, the shampoo she’d used, the light
perfume she’d applied. She rubbed her head against his face, as if wanting him to pet her.

  He bit her earlobe, then soothed it with a quick lick. He wanted to bite her, mark her as his, so everyone would know she belonged to him. That she was his mate and therefore off-limits.

  “Tony.” She sighed. “People are watching.”

  He straightened and pulled away. A few of the diners stared at them. Several blushed. Then one of the men picked up a piece of food and fed it to his female companion.

  “I don’t think they mind.” He jerked his head in their direction. “In fact, I think we started something.”

  She watched as another couple fed each other a few bites, the looks on their faces blissful. Then the man leaned forward, whispered to the woman, and signaled the waiter for their check.

  She giggled. “I guess so.” The couple kept touching as the waiter hurried off with the bill.

  “Here, another piece of lobster.” He dipped it into the butter and then held it out for her. She took his fingers into her mouth, stole the meat, then proceeded to go down on his fingers, bobbing her head once, twice, three times, until he thought he’d explode.

  “Christ, baby, if you do that again, I’m going to come in my jeans.” He had to hold on to the edge of the table to keep from grabbing her up into his arms.

  “Really? Did that turn you on?” A sly grin crept over her face.

  “You know it did. You’re doing it on purpose. Getting me hot and hard.” He growled.

  She growled back.

  “Fuck.” He forgot everything and swooped in to take her teasing mouth in a heated kiss. He buried his hand in the hair at the back of her neck and held her tight, refusing to let her go or take a breath, until neither of them could breathe.

  She opened for him without asking, letting his tongue claim her mouth, letting him possess her. God, it made him so hard he could pound nails with his dick.

  He broke away. She gasped, eyes bright and hungry. “I want you, baby. Now.”

  She pursed her full lips into a sexy pout. “But I want to finish my dinner. To finish what we started.” She leaned closer, her gaze locked with his. “Find out who’ll come first.”

  “Fuck.” He ran his hand over his cock, trying to adjust it to a more comfortable position, but just the touch of his hand threatened his control.

  She offered a dare, and he wouldn’t be a Lobos or a wolf if he didn’t take it.

  “You’re on. First one to make the other come right here gets to finish the other at home.” He licked his lips at her. “No touching.”

  “Fine by me. But I’ll warn you, I don’t plan on going home horny.” Her cocky smile made him crazy.

  “Don’t be so sure, baby.”

  “Well, let’s just say, I’ve never come without…um, direct stimulation.”

  “Neither have I.” He shot an eyebrow upward, daring her. She cut a piece of his prime rib and held it up on her fork.

  “Your turn. Open wide. I have a little something for you.”

  His eyes crossed as he watched the piece of meat come closer. Pink, bloody, exactly the way he liked it. Tempting him into more than just a bite.

  “So juicy,” she whispered. “Like me.”

  “Not fair.” He took the bite and chewed. Perfection.

  She delved her fork into the au gratin and brought a particularly crispy bit to his mouth. “So creamy.” She fed him, her gaze locked on his. “Like me.”

  He swallowed without even chewing; he was so mesmerized by her voice. If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose this bet. But then, would that be so bad?

  He’d get to make her come later, and what was so wrong with that?

  Either way, he’d win.

  His turn. He cut a piece of her steak and picked it up. She wasn’t the only one who could tease. He brought it to her mouth, and she opened to bite it, but he pulled it away and her teeth snapped closed on air.

  “Uh-uh-uh,” he warned as he shook his head. “Not until I tell you.” Her eyes widened.

  He brought it back. She opened her mouth, waiting like a good girl.

  “Can you smell it? How good it is? Do you want it?”

  She whimpered, licked her lips, her soft pink tongue making the rounds and driving him wild. Bad idea. He’d lose this way for sure, but he loved that he controlled her, that she obeyed him, that they could play these games and both enjoy themselves.

  “I want it.”

  Chapter Six

  Tony fed her the steak, and she moaned, chewing it slowly as if savoring it. Then she ran her tongue around her lips and looked up at him. His cock jerked hard.

  “I want you, Antonio.” He’d focused so intently on her that all he could hear was the soft purring of her voice. The sounds of the restaurant faded into the background.

  Damn, he would lose this bet for sure if he didn’t get some control. And worse, he might even let his wolf out, and that would be the end of any chance he had with Daphne.

  “You’ve got me, baby. Just say the word.”

  “What word?”

  “That you’re mine.” He leaned forward and stroked her face with his fingertips.

  “No touching, remember?” She quivered beneath his hand.

  Was her pussy quivering too? He needed to know.

  “No touching. Not here, anyway. But when I get you home, the bet is off. I plan on doing more to you than touch.”

  “Oh God, yes.” She gulped and leaned into him. “I want you to do everything to me, Antonio.”

  “Everything?”

  “Yes. I want all of you, in every way possible.”

  Now it was Tony’s turn to gulp. “There are a lot of ways, and I think I’ve thought about all of them.”

  “With me?”

  “Yeah, with you.”

  She leaned close. “Then we should bring this dinner to a close.”

  “We have a bet. How do you plan on doing that?”

  She gave him a wicked-as-sin smile and angled her body toward him, blocking the view of the other diners. After lifting her napkin from her lap, she uncrossed her legs. The deep slit in her skirt allowed him a sexy view of the top of her stocking and above it, a smooth expanse of naked thigh. She ran her hand over her leg, her finger under the edge of the stocking, then pulled the skirt even higher.

  “I’m not wearing any panties.” She gave him a wink. Tony nearly fell out of his chair as he watched her spread her legs and let her fingers glide between them.

  “We said no touching,” he choked out.

  “Each other. No one said we couldn’t touch ourselves.” She sighed as her fingers dipped between her sweet thighs.

  Tony watched, fascinated, mesmerized, as she fingered her pussy. Now that her legs were spread, her full-blown arousal scent hit him and dragged his wolf closer to the surface. His eyes shifted, and he struggled to keep the change from continuing.

  Oh God, she was definitely his mate. And he wanted to mate with her right now.

  She hissed in pleasure as she worked her clit. He glimpsed a dark thatch of curls, and when her fingers moved, a bright spot of glistening pink. Her clit.

  “Oh shit.” His balls grew tight, and in that moment, he knew he’d lost the bet. He leaned closer, grabbed her hand, and jerked it to his mouth. As he sucked her essence in, his cock swelled; then he was coming hard, whimpering, as his tongue wrapped around her fingers.

  ∙•∙

  Daphne gasped as Tony’s tongue rasped over her fingers, sucking every drop of her juices from them. She wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled herself onto his lap, grinding her pussy against his erection, sealing her mouth against his.

  Her pussy clenched, and she came in a delicious explosion of pleasure as he swallowed her moan.

  “Tony,” she whispered into his ear, then bit it, purring in contentment.

  They held each other, lost in what had just happened between them.

  “Ahem.”

  Tony looked up at the waiter.

 
; “Your check, sir.”

  Tony nodded, reached into his jacket for his wallet, and handed the man his American Express. “Add twenty-five percent.”

  “Thank you, sir.” The waiter winked and rushed off.

  “Oh, my God.” Daphne gasped and stared into Tony’s eyes. “What did we do?”

  “I’m not sure who won or lost, but frankly, I don’t care.” Tony chuckled.

  A deep blush burned over her face. “I’m really not a bad girl. I’ve never done anything like this before. Only in my fantasies,” she confessed, her gaze pinned to her lap. Confessing to Tony came easier and easier to her. It frightened yet soothed her that she could be so open with him. Perhaps she could reveal to him how her dress had become stained.

  “Stick with me, and I’ll make all your fantasies come true.” Tony grinned and eased her back onto her chair.

  The waiter returned, placed the check and card on the table, and disappeared. Thank God, because at this moment, she couldn’t look anyone in the face, not even Tony.

  Tony signed it, put his card away, and stood. He slid back her chair. “Let’s go.”

  She didn’t say another word until they’d left the restaurant, got into the car, and started to drive. She had no idea what had come over her, but tonight she’d let all her inhibitions go free, and instead of being uptight, she’d fulfilled a fantasy. She’d had sex in a public place.

  She’d dreamed of doing that. However, now she wondered what did Tony think of her? Probably that she was a wanton woman, or worse, that she’d done this sort of thing often.

  “I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  “What for?” Tony shrugged. “It was so incredibly hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned-on. Told you before, I’ve never come without physical stimulation. Never from just watching, but damn, Daphne, you were so glorious, so sexy, so sensual, I couldn’t stop it.”

  She looked up at him and blinked. “Really? You didn’t think I was some…slut or something? Or that I do that all the time, with other men?”

  Tony hit the brakes and then pulled the car over to the side of the road. He turned to her, a fierceness burning in his amber eyes.

  “Listen to me. Let’s get something straight. I think you’re the most wonderful, gorgeous, luscious woman in the world. The only woman in the world for me, you understand?”