Taken by Moonlight: Shifters Wild & Free Reverse Harem Book 1

by Bonnie Vanak

  Trapping my legs under one of his, Alex cupped my breast and teased the nipple, stroking slowly with his thumb. He had long, elegant fingers like Dante’s, but a few wicked scars marked the back of his hands.

  An almost unbearable tingling spread from over my entire body.

  “Alex, please, fuck me.”

  “In a moment, Cherie,” he murmured. “Be patient.”

  His tongue flickered like a wet flame across my throat, down my chest, and over my cresting right nipple. When the wet tip swirled around my nipple, I wriggled under him. All this kissing and sucking was nice, but I wanted him deep inside me.

  Alex was having none of my impatience as he kept whispering sweet words of love to me. He fondled my left breast, letting his palm graze the nipple just enough to drive me insane with need. More hot lava red swirled around him, but he took his leisurely time.

  The shifter had stamina and control, that much was certain.

  "Now, please!" I only knew the tender junction between my legs throbbed and pulsed, aching to have his cock slide into my body.

  Finally he rose up over me. My breasts ached and tingled even more intensely, squeezed against his hard, cool chest. Dear, sweet Alex, who made love slowly, achingly tender.

  “Not yet,” he murmured. “First…”

  His hand swept down my body, reaching the curls between my legs. New heat welled up inside me, my vagina soaked from arousal. I spread my thighs, moaning desperate pleas as he kissed me again.

  Alex’s fingers stroked across my cleft, spreading the moisture of my arousal. I gasped at the sensation of his fingers stroking back and forth between my aching folds.

  Then he took his wet fingers and stroked them along his penis.

  His mouth traveled from mine to my throat. He nipped me, a small, possessive bite, as if marking me his own unique way. The sting felt blissfully erotic, shooting down to my core.

  I writhed and quivered with sheer heat and want.

  “Please, Alex,” I begged.

  Between my thighs, my clit throbbed for him to touch it. Alex seemed to sense the ache and his hand slid between us.

  He touched me there and I screamed, arching.

  With a harsh growl, he took his penis in hand and drove it into me. I screamed again, filled to the core. He began to thrust slowly, pulling out, staring at the point where our bodies were joined.

  I moved my hips upward to his slow penetration. Then he reached between us, thumbed my clit, skimming over it, making me arch my hips in wordless pleading. Whimpers escaped from my lips as he rubbed the swollen bud. It thickened beneath his caresses.

  My senses gathered to a single, fiery point and the orgasm slammed into me. As I climaxed, my hips arching, my back bowed, I cried out and he joined me, his hot seed shooting deep inside my body.

  I felt as if my soul flowed into him as I climaxed.

  Drained, shaking, I clung to him until he raised his head to gaze down at me.

  “Incredible,” he murmured.

  I stroked his sweating back. “Yes, you are.”

  A few minutes later, I stood at the window in my robe as Alex left to get Gabriel. The door opened and the big, bad wolf, his long hair swaying, walked inside.

  “Shall I get undressed?” I asked him.

  Gabriel shook his head.

  “I have something different in mind for you.”

  With that Gabriel took my hand, leading me out of the suite.

  12

  I went with Gabriel to the room at the end of the hallway. When he opened the door, nothing could have prepared me for the display inside.

  A king-sized bed with velvet ropes at each post dominated the room. A dresser with mirrors and an assortment of tubes and bottles hugged one wall. Whips and chains hung from the opposite wall, like decorative features on the red silk wallpaper.

  The entire room was decorated in red and black, and had low lightning. It looked like a bondage dream… or nightmare, depending upon your particular point of view.

  Gabriel studied me, his expression uncertain. “Peyton, are you all right with what I’m doing?”

  I laughed a little. “I don’t know what you plan to do.”

  “Tie you up.” He licked his lips. “If this makes you uncomfortable, let me know. I’m not… into plain old ordinary sex.”

  “Huh,” I said dryly. “So you mean plain old ordinary threesomes are boring?”

  Booming laughter filled the room as he shoved a hand through his luxurious, long hair. “Ah Peyton, you’re the best.”

  “I trust you,” I said softly. “You’ve been honest with me in the past, and I trust you’ll not hurt me.”

  He nodded. “If at any time you feel you want me to stop, say stop. That’s your safe word.”

  “And go means do it more?” I teased.

  He smiled.

  I wasn’t certain if I felt more aroused than nervous, but I trusted Gabriel. I had to, in order to do this.

  “Take off your robe, lie down on the bed on your back.” Gabriel’s voice roughened to almost a growl.

  Quivering a little inside, I did as he asked. This was going to be far different from the sex I’d had with Alex.

  Alex was sweet and gentle, a slow and thorough lover.

  But I was ready for different, for Gabriel’s hard edges.

  He stretched out my arms and tied them. The knots felt soft against my skin. Then he did the same to my legs. There I was, spread eagled, naked, and helpless.

  “Afraid I’ll run away?” I asked in a teasing voice, though inside I still felt nervous.

  Busy at the table containing the bottles and tubes and instruments, Gabriel didn’t answer. Heavens, I hoped he wasn’t into delivering lots of pain because I was so not into that.

  Then he went to the bureau and opened a drawer. Gabriel poured the contents of a blue bottle into a dish and flipped a switch. A low humming warbled deep in his throat as he stirred the mixture.

  I turned my head, curious at his actions. “What are you doing?”

  Glancing over his shoulder, he gave me a sensual smile. “Warming the scented, flavored oil. I prefer cinnamon. Tangy, and quite delicious."

  "I hope you have lots of towels to wipe it off, or you'll stain these fine sheets. I’m sure Norm paid at least twenty dollars for them," I quipped.

  "That's not how I remove it.”

  His gaze dropped to my opened thighs. The space between my legs clenched in a mixture of anticipation and dread. All I could do was wait and watch.

  Gabriel turned back to the oil and continued humming. When he dipped a finger into the mixture, testing it, my feminine flesh ached and throbbed. I drew in a deep breath; I had to remain calm and unmoved. His aura was red, but I sensed his control.

  Shifters smell fear. If I let myself get scared, would it release his beast?

  Then Gabriel brought the dish over to the bed.

  Sitting on the bed, with a slow caress he anointed my forearm, rubbing the oil into my flesh. His gaze roamed my body. I shivered as he trailed an oiled finger over my abdomen.

  He slid a finger across my naked skin, stopping at the underside of my right breast. I stiffened. Gabriel smiled.

  "You must learn to relax, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I only want to give you pleasure.”

  “Then why the restraints?”

  His wicked smile widened. “So I can do whatever I wish to gift you that pleasure.”

  Okay. I could live with that.

  Long hair curtained his face as he bent over and began massaging my breasts with the oil. Each slick application had me arching up, but when he stroked my nipples, I bit back a scream.

  “I like having you tied up and helpless so I can do with you what I wish.” His voice was a ragged, deep whisper. “Watch you writhe with pleasure.”

  It felt so good and yet I needed more.

  Gabriel worked the oil into my nipples, flicking lightly. Then he took my right nipple into his mouth, flicking with his tongue instead of
his fingers. I struggled against my bonds, the velvet tightening on my wrists.

  I wanted to touch him in return, but could not.

  Gabriel skimmed his hand down my oiled belly, delving between my legs, slicking a finger between my wet cleft. He circled my clit, then dipped his hand into the oil again and got me even wetter.

  Every time I got close to orgasm, he eased off. Then his hands left my body as he sat back on his haunches with a satisfied look.

  Panting I stared up at his burning blue gaze. “You’re a tease.”

  Slowly he licked his fingers. Tasting the oil. Tasting my arousal. “You have no idea. I’ve only begun.”

  Amber flashed in his eyes, and his aura glowed crimson laced with hard silver. Tensing, I watched. Hard silver meant his wolf emerged and he was ready to shift. I’d seen this on other shifters and when it happened, I always made certain to leave.

  Bound to the bed, I could not move.

  “Do you trust me, Peyton?” His deep voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

  I nodded.

  Claws emerged from his fingers, Sharp and lethal. I swallowed hard when he made a move toward me. Gabriel slashed.

  The velvet rope holding my right arm gave way.

  He did the same to the other one binding my arm, and then my legs.

  Claws retracted as he removed the bonds, examined my wrists and ankles.

  “No marks.” He licked his lips. “You have sensitive skin. I have to be careful with you, baby.”

  “And I with you.” I slid a hand around his neck and reached up to kiss him, deeply.

  He responded with an equal hunger, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, his teeth nipping lightly. Wow. The wolf knew how to kiss.

  Then he pushed me backward, and turned me over on my stomach.

  I flinched at the warmth of his oiled hands as they settled on my shoulders.

  "I’m going to take good care of you, baby," he murmured.

  My muscles loosened beneath his gentle kneading. He massaged my upper arms, the scent of cinnamon teasing my nostrils. I rested my head on my hands, beginning to relax.

  But I forced myself to remain alert. Despite the languid pleasure he delivered, Gabriel was still a dangerous shifter, one I didn’t fully know. His sexual needs could go from mild to intense in seconds.

  As I felt the wet warmth of his tongue on my naked skin, I gasped and then stiffened as he dragged his tongue down the arch of my spine. Gabriel gave a low chuckle. His hands stroked then rested on the roundness my ass.

  He worked oil into the flesh there, and I tried not to move. As he licked it off very slowly, his tongue injecting pure fire into my veins, I dug my fingers into the pillow and muffled my cries of bliss.

  Then he inserted an oiled finger into the crevice between my buttocks. I arched off the bed. Gabriel gave a wicked laugh. His hand slipped lower, lightly touching the folds between my legs. That bare caress sent hot shivers of pleasure through me and I lifted my ass in a silent plea.

  Disappointment filled me when he withdrew his hand.

  “Seriously?” I wailed.

  Gabriel laughed.

  "I've only just begun. I want to make this last."

  "Do your worst," I said, her voice muffled by the pillow.

  His hands stroked along my legs, oil warming bare flesh. Gabriel paused at my feet and tickled my toes, making me laugh.

  That laughter died as he slid his oiled finger between my legs once more, their touch teasing and light.

  Gabriel turned me over and began stroking my bare abdomen. My breasts and my tummy jiggled as I writhed, and for a moment I felt ashamed at not being as svelte as other women.

  He must as sensed this, for a tender smile graced his handsome mouth beneath the beard.

  "Ah sweet, you are so beautiful, every part of you," he whispered. And then he bent his head and placed a single, tender kiss on the rise of my tummy. "You're perfect."

  Gabriel raised his head, his gaze burning into mine. I intend to have all of you, the look said.

  He sat back on his haunches, rubbed more warm oil over his hands. He straddled me and trapped my thighs with his muscled weight. Between his legs, his penis stood erect, thick and ready.

  Sliding his palms up, he cupped and massaged my breasts once more.

  Beneath the sensual brush of his hands, a rippling ecstasy began to flower inside. When his thumbs circled my nipples, they turned hard as diamond.

  Arousal sharpened into a vibrating hum of need as Gabriel kissed his way up my belly, then ran his tongue over my breasts. He took my right nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, rasping back and forth. My hands free now, I caressed his thick hair, moving restlessly beneath him.

  He seemed determined to draw this out and keep me here with him. I didn’t care. The only thing driving me now was the crazed need to feel him inside me, as I had felt Dante and Alex.

  All three of them claiming me in the flesh.

  My body undulated as I longed for the sharp pleasure of orgasm. I had never realized how much I could quiver and yearn, how much I could ache with tension.

  Gabriel slid off my thighs and dragged me to the bed’s edge. He knelt on the floor and spread my legs open wide, draping them over his shoulders.

  The wolf stared at my rosy, wet, and aching center, parting my folds as if unfurling a lovely flower.

  Then he lowered his head between her legs.

  Staring at the ceiling, I wriggled, but he was far stronger, holding my legs firm as his tongue flicked my clit. Long, slow strokes made me writhe against the oil-spotted sheets. The heavy, hot tension gathered my loins. Orgasm was close. So close.

  A frustrated moan tore from my throat. A dance began, each pull and withdrawal making me arch upward in crazed need. Oh why couldn't, why wouldn't he just do it, let me come?

  I pumped my hips, forgetting everything but the velvet murmur of his mouth against my aching flesh as he laved my flesh, humming as he did so.

  Then he stopped, slid a finger deep inside my drenched channel. He lifted his head, eyes burning like blue flame. The look of a determined conqueror hardened his face.

  "Now," he said.

  Gabriel lowered his head to the spot where I craved him most. His tongue swept my swollen flesh as he slid his finger slowly in and out of my slick vagina, muscles squeezing against it. That seductive pleasure was an enticing torment, his mouth working dark magic on my senses. I nearly arched off the bed. The tension built higher and higher. I was reaching for it, almost there, almost ...

  Gabriel stopped. He lifted his head, gently stroking his finger deep inside my tight, wet pussy. "Now Peyton, sweet, do you want me inside you? Will you beg me? I need to know you want me."

  Left suspended, my body faint and aching, I choked down a disappointed sob. I couldn't resist any longer. I wanted to cry out in helpless humiliation, wanted to plead with him.

  I craved his hard shaft inside, wanted to savagely claw out his eyes for the exquisite bliss he'd denied. Gabriel had brought out my own wild side.

  Then I looked into his eyes. Tenderness twined with the burning passion. Emotion clogged my throat at the longing mirroring back everything I saw there, loneliness, and hope.

  I wanted him, as much as I had wanted Dante and Alex. Not merely his body, but all of him. All of us together could be something greater than we were apart, just as their pack was.

  I shimmied back onto the mattress and opened my arms to him. “Take me.”

  I expected a low purr of triumph, a smug smile filled with masculine satisfaction. Yet only stark relief swept over his face.

  His swollen shaft jutting from its thick nest of dark curls. Gabriel fisted his hands, emotion flaring on his face as he crawled over the bed. I soon felt the impatient nudging of his hard sex. He eased in the slightest, but my muscles resisted.

  "Relax, baby. Let me in," he crooned.

  I stared up at his fierce gaze locked to mine. He framed his face with his big hands and kissed me, tongue
and lips moving over mine. I kissed him back with equal desperation.

  "Take me," he demanded in a low voice. "Take all of me, you can do it."

  And as he thrust deep, I knew what he meant: I was to take him, not just his body, but all of him, the good Gabriel who fiercely protected kids and the bad boy who had killed when necessary.

  His groan was a cry from the depths of his soul.

  In silent understanding I stroked the tense muscles of his back. Gabriel raised himself up, his long hair curtaining his face as he stared down at me. His gaze was fierce and concentrated as he rocked back and forth, each delicious inch stretching me impossibly.

  He began angling his thrusts, creating a new friction, taking and giving as I took and gave. I arched my spine to the urgent rocking of his hips.

  Growling, he sat back. He bent my legs, wrapping them about his waist, and began thrusting violently, breath rasping in his lungs.

  "Ah, sweet Peyton, yes, come with me, come with me now!"

  I shattered, the building tension exploding like a sudden summer thunderstorm. Screaming his name, I bucked hard. He cried out over and over, groaning my name. Around him, my vagina clasped him tightly, eager muscles caressed him, pulled at him, my womb drinking every droplet of his seed.

  Gabriel collapsed atop me and I welcomed his weight, stroking his perspiring and muscled back. He murmured my name over and over and he buried his head in my shoulder. Sweat coated our bodies, dampened the satin sheets, filling the air with the scent of cinnamon and musky sex.

  He trembled in my arms then rolled off. We lay side by side, staring into the mirror. I saw a woman whose legs were bonelessly sprawled wide, Gabriel's seed trickling out of her pussy, his wetness upon her thighs. A woman whose body was replete with desire, gaze heavy-lidded and languorous; a woman sated with pleasure and a deeper sense of satisfaction.

  He rolled over and captured me in his arms, tucking me into his gentle embrace. As I rested my head on his shoulder, he stroked my hair. I toyed with the silky, damp hairs on his chest.

  My hand drifted lower, exploring Gabriel's body, feeling the firm muscles beneath questing fingers, the springy hair on his legs, the length of his softening sex, the sponginess of his testicles as I gently cupped them.