Fox, Morgan - Enticed by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Morgan Fox

  Within seconds, he had removed the remaining garments, revealing her supple breasts. Her nipples ached as they grew harder with his intense, heated stare. A pain she would gladly endure to see a man as sexy as Luken gaze upon her body with so much desire and explosive hunger.

  Tabitha fought to breathe as his mouth fastened down on her firm nipple. Her heart raced as the wet warmth of his mouth suckled her breast. Her nails dug into his scalp, gripping him hard against her body, fearing that he would stop the delightful assault tantalizing her flesh.

  He gripped her hips, pulled her forward, and wrapped his other arm around her back, lifting her as if she weighed nothing into his arms. She blinked her eyes and found herself lying on the bed in her private train car. Luken kicked off his shoes and yanked off the remainder of his clothing with ease. Then, he was in front of her, fingers dipping into the waist of her skirt as if he intended to rip the fabric from her body.

  “Wait, there’s a zipper,” she whimpered, hips lifting off the bed, hands delving behind her in search of the zipper.

  Once the zipper was free, he pulled down her skirt, leaving her wearing only a pair of damp, silky pink panties. But the material keeping her pussy out of sight had to be removed. He eased the panties down her legs, slowly pulling the fabric past her thighs, freeing her body of the one thing keeping them truly apart. Her panties landed on top of the pile of clothing beside the bed.

  He sucked in an audible breath. “I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he muttered.

  Wide-eyed, she stared at him.

  His hand dove into his hair, arms flexing as he held that position, gaping at her in awe. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Tabitha.”

  He licked his lips, leaning forward, one knee pressing into the edge of the bed between her legs, his fingers trailing up her thighs.

  Her throat dry, she swallowed. She couldn’t stop shaking, her mind on one thing and one thing only—his cock fucking her pussy until she exploded with the best orgasm of her life. He was turning her mind and body into a bowl of Jell-O, as well as a nymphomaniac with an insatiable appetite. There wasn’t a thing she would deny him at this point.

  She felt the rush of excitement flood her body. Her pussy grew wetter, and her clit throbbed with need. A deep yearning pummeled her mind. A natural-born instinct thrived inside her soul and told her what she needed to do. The instinctive need pushed her to accept Luken and the connection he offered—a connection so primal it shocked her. He did something to her, mind, body, and spirit.

  What that something was, she had no idea, but it felt incredible, freeing, like a wild animal escaping the confines of its cage.

  Never had her body felt so in need of another’s touch. Never had she been more attracted to a man as she was to Luken, and that seemed to include Ryken, too, except it wasn’t the same. This man in her arms made her feel warm and welcomed, while Ryken brought out the devil in her. A seductive side she had not witnessed in herself before tonight. Ryken had a way of making her want to have down and dirty, rip the clothes from my body and do wicked things to me sex. Luken seemed to make her just lust, crave with need and desire to be touched, satisfied, and cherished. A difference she took great notice of.

  “Are you all right, love?” Luken’s deep voice ignited goose bumps along her flesh, and her heart beat hard in her chest.

  She’d gotten distracted with thoughts of the two men and their differences. An image flashed clear and bright in her mind—both men pleasuring her. Heat flooded her cheeks, and her pussy clenched tight. She had to remind herself that Luken was in her arms and about to be inside her body. This man was the one for her—at least for tonight.

  “Yes, I’m fine.” She kissed his mouth slowly and possessively. “Whatever you do, don’t stop touching me…kissing me.”

  The weight of his body sent shivers throughout her veins, blood surging like a waterspout, her mind on fire. She couldn’t wait much longer to feel him inside her, fucking her with all the strength and hunger she imagined Luken possessed. To know the passion she had seen in his eyes had not been just a dream.

  Kissing her breast, his mouth claimed her body, up toward her neck until he sampled her mouth once more.

  A rumble thrived deep in his chest, and he groaned. “Do you have any objections to oral sex?”

  She held her breath, eyes wide. No one had ever asked her that before. She hadn’t done it in so long she feared she forgot if she enjoyed it or not. Shit, what was he supposed to say to him?

  Gee, I don’t know?

  Yep, that sounded dumb even in the privacy of her own thoughts.

  “Don’t hesitate, Tabitha. I promise you’ll enjoy everything I do to your body. I won’t leave one drop of your sweet honey to waste. Your pussy will melt on my tongue like delicious, mouthwatering chocolate. I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to think straight.”

  Her heart fluttered wildly. “I can’t think straight now,” she told him, gasping for air.

  He chuckled. The enticing sound warmed her to her toes. “That’s a good thing, sweetheart. In fact, I think it’s a very good thing.”

  A heated burst of trembling air shot from her lungs and her pussy tightened at the suggestion of his words.

  “Whatever you want to do to me, Luken, have at it,” she whimpered, surrendering her body to him and the pleasures his touch promised.

  A deep, throaty growl ripped from his chest as he dove to the spot between her legs. Pressing her thighs wide, she rested the heels of her feet on his broad shoulders. Head up, she watched him gaze upon her slick cunt.

  Oh. My. God. Her mind was fuzzy, her sanity fading. She couldn’t think. He was staring at her as if preparing to devour her and she would never be the same after he finished.

  But was that such a bad thing? Was it terrible that he promised pleasure and passion she had never experienced? Hell no.

  Luken blew a fiery burst of air over her throbbing clit, a sweet, heavenly torture that had her fingers clawing the fabric of the sheets beneath her. The heat of his hands pressed against her silky thighs, spreading her wider. She closed her eyes, the anticipation of his touch killing her softly, robbing her of breath. She whimpered—a silent plea for him to begin sampling her.

  Trembling with fevered desires, she begged, “Please, Luken.”

  If he didn’t taste or fuck her soon she was going to take matters into her own hands. Literally. She would rub her own throbbing clit and fuck her hungry pussy with her fingers. She was that needy and unashamed.

  Then his tongue pressed between the wet folds of her sex, and she moaned, more like screamed—an exultant cry of satisfaction and disbelief. A fever broke out all over her body, every nerve ending firing at once like a million gun salute.

  Clamping down on her clit, he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue over and over again, drawing it in sharply between his lips.

  “Oh, yes, Luken. Don’t stop. Oh, God, don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  He didn’t stop. He continued to ravage her pussy, licking, sucking, and tasting every bit of her wetness. She was a fountain for him, and he was drinking his fill.

  She gasped as his fingers circled her pulsing clit, hips jerking, sending fire racing to her belly. His finger pressed inside the tight grip of her pussy, first one then two fingers, pumping in and out in slow, tantalizing strokes.

  “I’m so close, Luken,” she panted.

  Holding nothing back, she bucked her hips as the first wave of her orgasm slammed into her like a ton of bricks. She screamed, gripping his head, keeping him still until he wrung her free of the last drop of her essence.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, lapping at her slickness. “Your pussy’s so tight.”

  He growled, kissing her inner thigh, two fingers sliding in and out of her wetness. As he slowly finger-fucked her, her body relaxed. Her legs fell wide, all the tension fleeing her like the wind. She was beyond sated, but he continued to lap at her
pussy, causing her to arch her hips, giving him more access to her body.

  “Sweet Christ, you taste so good. I knew you would, Tabitha. I knew your body would be like this, taste like heaven.”

  Her arm draped over her face, she didn’t move, didn’t speak. Too long had her body been without a man’s touch, too long since her last orgasm, and if she was lucky, she would get to have another one and soon.

  Dazed senseless, she panted, “Can we do that again?”

  * * * *

  Crawling up her body, he growled at the scent of his satisfied mate, loved that he could make her cry out in abandon. He knew she would be like this, pliant and willing in his hands, and he had known it since the moment he met her. He had caught her unique scent in the elevator, but hadn’t fully accepted it until he tasted her lips and licked the delicious cream from between her legs that she belonged to him. The instinct to claim her had been fierce. His beast wouldn’t have allowed him to walk away from her.

  The moment he sampled her, he knew. Tabitha Burns was his mate, and he couldn’t have been more pleased.

  She was an intelligent woman with a zest for life. She had no idea what wild and wonderful things lived inside her, things he knew she had not explored. He would show her those amazing and wonderful things, would entice her with a passion she had never dreamed possible.

  Holding her gaze, he could see himself in her hazel eyes, the greenish-blue color surrounded by a fine trace of black, a rich kohl that made her eyes so defined and uniquely hers. Her captivating eyes had his heart revving in his chest—eyes that filled him with wild, animalistic need. His beast growled, recognizing the woman beneath him as the mate he would cherish for all eternity. A woman he would do anything for. She was his to protect, and he would with his dying breath.

  The sweetness of her face made him gasp for air. The soft pout of her lips, the desire in her gaze, the heady scent of her sex—everything about her overwhelmed his senses. She filled his mind and body with so much more than he bargained for, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. He hadn’t done much more than pleasure her once. And once was not nearly enough.

  He wedged himself between her legs, his hard cock pressing over her slickness, rubbing against her clit. He heard her gasp, shivering in his arms.

  Grinning, he asked, “Enjoyed that did you?” He ground his cock over her clit once more, loving the little moans tearing from her throat. “Because I’ve got so much more in store for you.”

  Her arm fell from her face and rested at her side. Smiling, her eyes sparkling up at him, she said, “More? I was hoping there would be more. A lot more.” Her eyebrows flexed up and down as her legs wrapped around him, encouraging him to settle in between her legs.

  He guided the head of his cock to her slick entrance and eased himself inside her, stretching her wide. The tight grip of her pussy was almost too much to bear. She whimpered, closing her eyes as he surged deep, to the hilt.

  Holding still, he gazed upon her straining, innocent face. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

  Biting into her bottom lip, she nodded, and grimacing, she said, “Yes, it’s just been awhile.” She opened her eyes. The tightness around her mouth eased. “You know you’re not exactly a small dude.”

  He chuckled, loving that a woman with such sophistication would use the word “dude.” “I’m not so sure it’s me,” he told her. “Your pussy is as tight as a fist.” He hadn’t expected her to feel so perfect, so meant for him. “Will you be okay if I move?”

  Her eyes rounded. She gripped his shoulders, nails clawing into his flesh as if afraid to let him go. “Where are you going?”

  He grinned, smiling wide. “I’m not going anywhere. I meant I’m ready to start fucking you now, but I don’t want to hurt you. Can I do that, Tabitha? Are you ready to feel me?” He ground his hips against hers. “Really feel me?”

  “Oh, God, Luken, I’m so ready.” She moaned, throwing her head back, rolling it from side to side the moment his cock almost eased all the way out of her sheath, and slammed back inside.

  “Ah, fuck, baby,” he groaned, hips arching forward, driving deeper inside of her. “You feel so good.” He gripped the back of her knees, spreading her wider. Cradling his hips against her pelvis, he bucked forward, ramming his cock into her cunt over and over again, faster and faster.

  His mind fuzzy, he could feel the buzzing of electricity firing in his ball sac. He wasn’t going to last. She was driving him insane, and he loved every moment of it. Her body belonged to him, whether she realized it or not, and he was going to claim her in every way possible.

  Her mind and soul were next to conquer on his list.

  He would win his mate. There was no other option.

  “Ah, baby, I’m going to come so damn hard,” he growled through gritted teeth, feeling the tightening of her sheath squeeze his cock. She was coming.

  His chest boosted with pride as he watched her face distort with passion, listening to the little moans of satisfaction fly from her throat. He’d satisfied his mate, made her come, made her cry out in pleasure. Never had he been more pleased.

  One final thrust and he filled her body with his release. His need to claim her was so fervent in his mind—a basic need, a primal instinct.

  He collapsed on top of her, the sweat from their bodies mingling. He eased himself to the side and pulled her into the contours of his body, cradling her ass against his still-erect cock. She didn’t complain as he held her, didn’t make a sound as she drifted off to sleep except for the soft flutter of breaths that pushed past her lips. He smiled at the sweet angel in his arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of need to protect her.

  She was sated and in a short time she would be so again, when he claimed her once more. His cock pulsed at the thought of taking her body again before morning. Taking her, fucking her more fiercely, like the animal that clawed inside his mind, begging to emerge.

  He closed his eyes and dreamed of sleep, but couldn’t. His mind suddenly filled with thoughts of Ryken and the anger he had felt radiating out of his twin. Something was going on with his brother, something that he should have sensed sooner, but he hadn’t.

  Damn, he thought, rising from the bed to dress.

  Covering his sleeping mate, he left her in search of Ryken.

  Chapter Five

  Ryken eyed his brother warily as he watched Luken duck down the train car away from Tabitha’s room. The roaring of the train charging down the tracks could barely be heard over the thunder of the blood racing in his ears. Furious with his brother, a deep, gut-wrenching growl surged from his chest. The points of his sharp teeth bit into his bottom lip. The black claws of his fingers dug into his calloused palms. His body was slowly transforming into the beast, his hands no longer resembled human extremities.

  Keeping his wolf hidden in the shadows of his mind had never been so difficult, but then again, he had never felt as jealous and so filled with rage before either.

  When he returned from the bar after drinking his fill of whatever the bartender placed in front of him, he had overheard his brother fucking Tabitha. He had listened to her screams of pleasure, and smelled the arousal of her body. That was the first sting of jealousy. He should’ve never left her in his brother’s capable hands.

  The son of a bitch proved to be too capable.

  He had never been so out of his mind with fury in his life. Possessive need fueled his blood, and resentment clouded his judgment. She was supposed to be his, damn it. In that instant, he wanted to kill his brother Luken, twin or not.

  He couldn’t control the primal, thickening rage fueling his mind. Anger, so much anger, saturated his soul. He wanted her and he had since the moment he’d stepped into the elevator and caught her heady scent. The first gulp of air he inhaled of her had twisted his gut into a million knots, squeezed his skull like a vise. The awareness of her was uncanny.

  He knew she was special. The powerful instinct of the wolf looming inside consumed him with the desire to cla
im her as his mate—a mating that would forever change the man he was and the relationship he cherished with his twin brother.

  Finding his mate was something he had not imagined would happen to him. Never leaving McCarthy Ranch was supposed to ensure that. He was a lycan, a werewolf, who enjoyed the freedoms of the wild. Having a mate would change everything, but even knowing that, he couldn’t resist her. Not for a single moment.

  When he had seen her sitting behind the desk, he knew it was his undoing. Her golden strawberry hair had tumbled over her shoulders. Wide, shimmering hazel eyes greeted him, full breasts and a lean, athletic body—a goddess. The vision of her beauty and boldness stole the breath from his lungs and nearly rendered him speechless.

  The powerful presence she exuded thrilled him, and her quick wit fired his blood. Tabitha Burns tormented the hell out of him, charmed him with a wicked grin, and ignited a fire so hot in his body he thought was sure to incinerate him into a pile of ash. She was perfect—in every regard. Even when she frustrated him, he couldn’t help but want her.

  However, even with the impulses bumping around in his mind and body, she obviously had other plans, plans that consisted of fucking his twin brother—his smooth-talking, charmer of a shithead brother. The prick had no right to use her body. Tabitha belonged to him. How could Luken not see how she affected him? How could Luken not care that she turned him into a bumbling idiot, a frustrated jackass, whenever she was near?

  Why had Luken fucked her? Why did she let him? What did Luken offer her that he couldn’t?

  Physically they were identical. Even their cocks were the same size and shape. Surely, any woman wouldn’t be able to notice the difference between them. The only noticeable difference was that he wore his hair back in a nylon band, but that was an easy fix.

  Ryken tugged at the band and freed his hair, shaking it loose. Glancing at the reflection in the glass window, he grinned. A wicked thought eclipsed his mind. A thought he should not be having. He tried to convince himself that he would never have considered such a devious plan had he not been inebriated. Then again, primal need was also driving him. A raw instinct that roared awake with the beast rising up from beneath the surface.