by Multiple
Ivy studied her reflection. She was either strong willed or stupid. She had been attacked twice in less than twenty-four hours, so she needed to let the moon fill her and bring her to life sexually. Being a sexual Were on the full moon, stepping out of her fears and throwing away the memories of that horrible night was what she needed most. She wanted to banish the anger and the fear and fill that dead place inside her with passion and heat.
For so long she had been alone, despite the efforts of her twin to find her a male. She had preferred life alone. For a long time she had wallowed in Chad’s death, but Ian was right. The time had come to stop fearing that the sins of the past would catch up with her and just start living.
When Ivy had moved out on her own, fear became a shadow over her heart and her personality. She would always have to hide from everyone. Ivy walked slowly down the stairs careful not to twist an ankle in the three-inch heels.
Ivy wanted to live with Ian, but he was a male. He needed his space to explore his life and find a mate. Males were always restless, that was a part of their nature. The restlessness made them wild, but a good female, a mate, calmed them down, made them less aggressive and helped them to focus that energy.
Weres mated and settled down for life. Ivy wanted that for Ian. She wanted that for herself. She should have been sowing her wild oats all these years, too, and looking for a mate. But the fear that she would hurt a male had stopped her.
Ivy always thought she held Ian back. No more.
Now it was her turn to explore life. Last night with Edge had just emphasized how much she wanted a male.
The doorbell rang.
She looked out the peephole to see Edge fussing with his shirt. Her heart jumped in anticipation of what they would do tonight and at the little glimpse of him through the door. Ivy smoothed a hand down her short skirt and unlocked the door. She pulled the door open gave him a shy smile.
“Hi.” Her voice was so quiet it could have been a whisper.
“Hey. You look great.” His gaze raked her from head to toe heating her skin as it passed over her.
She blushed and stood there slowly taking in his image. Edge was dressed in black jeans and a white T-shirt that stretched across his gorgeous chest. He wore biker boots and held a black helmet in his hand.
“You ready?”
Ivy stared at his freshly shaven face as his blue eyes locked with hers. He was more than handsome, and the air in her lungs seemed to disappear for a minute.
Chapter Six
Edge waited at the door, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other holding his extra helmet.
Ivy looked like a goddess. She wore her short blond hair all spiked up in the back. It made her look wild and made Edge’s body heat with anticipation of what the night and the full moon would bring.
Her legs were long and gently muscled even though she was petite. Her legs looked even better from under that tight black skirt than they had when pounding into the dirt track the day before. He wondered how those long legs would feel wrapped around his waist. Would they be strong and firm as they squeezed above his hip bones?
How hot would her core be as she writhed beneath him and her body flushed with heat and passion?
He inhaled deep to catch her lingering scent. She smelled like midnight. Edge’s cock stiffened suddenly with a rush of blood. Her scent heated his blood and stuck in his nostrils. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth as excitement took hold of him and shook him hard upsetting his careful exterior. His tiger growled a low rumble that filled his head until it was all he could hear. Edge sensed her returning from the kitchen even before she came back into the doorway twisting her keys back and forth between her delicate fingers.
“Okay, ready.” She closed and secured the door.
He handed her the helmet and her eyes widened, and her face paled. Her brows creased and her mouth turned down.
“I’m not wearing that.”
“No one gets on my bike without one.” Her shoulders shimmied slightly, then, she straightened them and lifted her chin.
“Well, I’m not getting on that thing. I’ll drive myself.” She tossed the helmet back at him.
“Ivy, you can’t drive yourself. This is a date, and I’m supposed to be picking you up. Come with me.” He stepped toward her.
“No.” She stepped back.
“Why not?” He stepped forward again with a slowly sexy smile to try and soften her nervousness.
“B-Because.” Her slightly golden complexion was now a pale white and she backed up against her car.
There was fear in her eyes as she stared at the motorcycle. She seemed to be searching for a reason not to get on the bike.
“I’m in a skirt!”
“Ivy.” He leaned in so close her breast brushed against his chest.
“What?” she snapped and raised her head, glaring at him.
“Ride with me.” Edge made a low purring sound in the back of his throat. This close to her, the heat off her body soaked into ever fiber of his being. “Please.”
Ivy shook her head and placed her hands on the wall of his chest. Edge noticed that her hands shook.
“Why are you so afraid?” He brought his hand up to touch her face. He gently stroked the back of his hand down her cheek.
She stiffened at the contact and her scent was the only thing he could smell. The fragrance stirred a slow burn inside his groin bringing his cock awake and stiffening it with each pulse of his rapidly beating heart. Oh, yeah, it was definitely a full moon.
“I’ll keep you safe, beautiful.” Edge caressed her soft skin until she leaned into his hand and rubbed her cheek against his palm. Edge’s tiger purred at the smooth skin of her cheek and her reaction to him.
“I promise.” He realized their faces were just inches apart now. Edge wanted this female so badly his blood heated his entire body as it tore through him sensitizing his skin. He lowered his head and brushed her lips with his.
Little sparks of electricity tingled through his lips as he gently rubbed them across hers.
Edge wrapped his arms around her as she melted against him, her hands caressed his chest petting him.
He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she parted for him.
Ivy sighed against his mouth as he gently thrust inside with his tongue. Her taste was sweet like mint, and he savored her flavor by stroking his tongue deep across hers. Slowly, he plunged and retreated tempting her tongue to follow.
Gently, Edge broke the kiss and stepped back
“Come with me?” He offered her his hand.
She nodded in response and stepped away from her car. Her cheeks were flushed a nice rosy pink, her lips were full and parted, plump from his kisses.
His body ached with need as he watched her stare at him through her lush, brown lashes, her cheeks were flushed with blood. Edge smelled her deep musky scent on the cool night air.
Edge handed her the helmet and helped her fasten the buckle before he adjusted his own. He swung his leg over the large black cruiser and stood the motorcycle up off the kickstand. Edge started the bike and used his thighs to balance the weight. Then, he reached for Ivy.
She grasped his hand, her palm slightly damp from her nerves and tried as delicately as possible to place her leg over the bike.
Edge grinned inside his helmet at the sight of her trying to be ladylike. When she was finally seated, he showed her where the pegs were and grabbed the handlebars. What would her reaction be when he turned on the motorcycle? He revved the engine, and her arms tightened around his waist.
She cinched up close behind him, and he groaned as her thighs came around his hips.
His body throbbed with arousal as her firm breasts crushed against his back.
“The helmets have microphones. Are you ready?” Edge toed down, shifting to put the motorcycle in first.
“Oh…I’m ready,” she said with a little more determination in her voice.
They made their way through town to the nightclub where they would meet Ian.
Edge was glad that he had been able to talk her onto the bike despite her obvious fear of motorcycles. Maybe if she trusted him, she’d confide in him. He would just have to bide his time until he could ask her about Mark and her shaded past.
Ivy exhaled the deep breath she had been holding as they pulled to a stop. Being on the back of the motorcycle was unreal, so freeing as the wind whipped past her bare arms. Was that what flying was like? The wind had tickled over her thighs and up her skirt like fingers teasing over her skin.
Edge parked next to the curb, backing into the space. He held the bike still so she could climb off the motorcycle.
“I’m sorry, I acted so silly.” Ivy kept her gaze down staring at her new shoes as if she was admiring them instead of embarrassed. Ivy suddenly felt small.
“Sorry for what?”
Was he serious? Surely he remembered her acting like an idiot over riding a motorcycle. She stared at him, her brain turning back through the scene by her car just moments ago, trying to decide what to say.
“About the motorcycle…”
“Don’t worry about that. Everyone’s afraid of something.” He acted as if this was nothing at all.
She watched him. No grumbling, no yelling, nothing. Ivy had a hard time understanding this male. He was so calm about everything and so nice. Edge being so kind was a hard thing for her brain to grasp. She was used to males possessiveness and their overbearing nature, aggressive even, but not gentle.
Edge took Ivy’s hand and led her to the front of the club.
The bouncer spotted them and raised a two finger wave to Edge as they blew past the line of people who all groaned at their entrance.
The music was loud and beat a rhythm into her head as they entered. There were people everywhere. The dance floor overflowed, and the tables she could see were all occupied. She was about to tell him they would never find a place when she saw a staircase of metal that twisted above them.
Edge ascended the stairs and Ivy followed close behind. As they reached the top, another bouncer waved them through.
The top floor was quieter. Ivy could actually hear the murmur of people talking and the laughter of a group near the railing.
Ivy spotted Ian as Edge pulled her through the sea of tables. Ian sat alone. Edge stood aside and let Ivy slide in next to her brother.
She gave Ian a hug. “Good pick, Ian.”
Ian laughed.
Annoyance made her jaw tick. Ian would gloat about this for a long time to come. She responded by smacking him on the shoulder.
Ian grabbed his arm and grimaced, for which Ivy smacked again.
Edge rested his arm across the back of the booth behind Ivy.
The hair on her neck prickled at the heat that came off Edge. Her body ached and warmed up in response to his heat as he lowered his head to talk into her ear. “You want a drink?”
She nodded and leaned her head back to respond, accidentally brushing his ear with her lips.
“A Triple Black.” Ivy couldn’t help but smile at the look of desire that made Edge’s eyes turn to molten blue fire. The moon surged through her veins, bringing her hormones in line. Her body readied for sexual pleasure, by wetting her core and tightening her nipples even more as she sat next to Edge.
Before he pulled away, she licked the ridge of his ear to tease him and turn him on, too. He ran his hand over her shoulders and scraped his fingers along her bare skin as he scooted out of the booth to retrieve their drinks. The scrape of Edge’s fingernails was like lightening through her skin and made her body pulse.
“So?” Ian tipped his beer bottle and took a long drink.
“So what?” Ivy pretended she didn’t know what he was talking about even though her body still tingled from just being near Edge.
“Come on, Iv, you like him.” Ian set his bottle on the table and leaned back against the vinyl seat his lady-killer grin plastered on his face.
“And…” Ivy arched an eyebrow at him.
“You gonna’ take him home? It is the full moon.” Ian wiggled his eyebrows.
Heat climbed from her exposed cleavage straight up her neck to her cheeks.
“I am not answering that, but I guess since he’s a worthy male” Ivy was annoyed at her brother for the challenge he’d issued to Edge. He always tried so hard to protect her. She wanted to be able to protect herself.
“He tell you?” Ian motioned toward were Edge had disappeared.
“No, Daddy did. You are so immature.” Ivy shook her head and stared at him searching for marks of the challenge.
“Baby sister, it’s tradition and he is worthy.” Ian tilted his head back.
Ivy gasped. Big bite marks marred the right side of Ian’s neck. They were red and puffy, but had scabbed over pretty well. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” Ian readjusted his shirt to cover the marks.
Ivy grumbled under her breath. “Males.”
“Where’s your date?” Ivy turned the conversation away from her.
“Haven’t found one yet. Never fear, the evening is young.” His eyes flashed as a hot redhead in a short sheer black dress strolled by the table. “Oh, look, there goes one now.” Ian was on his feet and after the redhead in an instant.
Edge strode back with his and Ivy’s drink and scooted close to her.
“Do you dance?” His breath whispered close to her ear.
Ivy took a huge swig of her drink and set it down. Her head swam for just a second. Alcohol always effected her quickly, because her Were metabolism burned hotter than a human’s.
Edge stood up and led her to the floor.
Ivy let the music flow through her body. The music raced up her toes and into her legs, then streaked through the heat in her belly until the beat reached her breasts and surged out her arms. As she danced with Edge, her skin tingled, the music bumped a path through her body, and she lost the last of her nervousness that had held her in check since Edge picked her up.
Ivy ground against Edge right there on the dance floor, not caring that other women surrounded her and Edge. Ivy wanted the world to know that Edge was her male. The tiger hormones inside her surged hard into her brain covering every thought with a film of pure possessiveness. Her tiger side pounded in time with the musical beat, begging her to take action against the women who danced near Edge. A fine sweat broke out on her body as Ivy fought for control. Ivy clenched her lip between her teeth to keep the sound of a roar from escaping as she gazed at Edge through half hooded eyes.
Her body was on fire with the close contact she made with the strong hard muscles of his thighs. Ivy bit back a roar as his semi-hard cock brushed her belly.
He pulled her close and kissed her until her senses reeled from his taste and his smell engulfed her body. The stimulation sent heat and delight scorching through her limbs and straight into her pussy.
Ivy moved away from Edge as she let her body writhe and pulse to the beat.
They danced through the next two songs, and she made teasing motions with her hands rubbing across her breasts and the bare skin of her stomach. Had it been her choice, she would have straddled his cock right there on the dance floor. All she could see in her head was a vision of her dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling free that hard erection straining his jeans and wrapping her lips around the satiny head.
She wanted to take him inside her mouth, to discover if he tasted salty or sweet. Ivy’s body burned with need as Edge’s hot gaze roamed the sway of her hips. The cool air caressed her large stretch of bare stomach every time she raised her hands above her head. All she could think about was how good his tongue would be licking over that exposed skin.
Returning to the table, she lifted her drink to her parched lips and gulped the liquid allowing the coolness to slide down her hot throat.
Edge slid next to her into the booth and leaned over to talk to her. “I could watch you dance all night.” He adjusted his jeans then kissed the side of her neck and licked her pulse.
Warmth shot through Ivy’s breasts and made her nipples tingle.
She fisted his hair in her hands and pulled his head from her neck to capture his lips. His lips were like fire, burning her body as he caressed her lips.
Edge’s hand settled on her thigh as the other one wrapped around her nape pulling her closer.
Ivy didn’t even think to blush as she made out with Edge, right there in front of everyone. Her desire ratcheted so tight she could conceivably explode.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and titled her head to the side to allow him better access to her mouth.
He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
She pushed back with her own tongue allowing him to slide over her. Ivy melted in Edge’s arms as the sensations of the kiss sent her head spinning.
His hand played at the hem of her skirt then slipped underneath.
The liquid heat of her core seeped out, slicking the delicate folds between her legs as he fingered the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Ivy broke off the kiss trying to pull air into her lungs. Her eyes squeezed shut, and his hand became pure sensation as it drifted across her damp thigh under her skirt.
Edge kissed her ear and neck as he trailed his tongue over her skin lapping at her like cream.
Ivy spread her legs to allow him access to the heated flesh of her body. Her skin was hot and damp as Edge trailed his fingers over the close trimmed curls of her pussy.
Edge groaned against her mouth.
She groaned, too, his touch a gentle caress that sent fire shooting through her body.