Moon-Kissed

by Amelia Hutchins

  My body was covered in scars and markings that I’d earned. I wasn’t curved like Amo’s body that made men go insane for a chance to be with her for a night. I had small breasts with rose-colored nipples that wouldn’t even fill his large hands. My hips were narrow, and I was slender in build with a round ass that was bubble-shaped. My skin was lighter than most moon-touched, which caused me to glow brighter. My eyes were slanted and a deep azure color, but the moon’s power added rainbow-colors to their depths, which was like my hair. I had a delicate nose that looked more like a button shape than anything else. My lips were full, lush, and one thing that added sensuality to me since everything else lacked enticement.

  I lifted my body, settling onto Torrin’s lap, and he tensed beneath me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I somehow managed to keep my face impersonal. I felt him growing hard against my junction and frowned. Leaning over, I placed the tonic cap on the small table, bringing my breasts against his chest, and my nipples hardened at the touch.

  His eyes watched me closely, noting every single move I made as I set the bottle down beside the cap and began working the mixture of sage and oils into his chest muscles. I felt a jolt of lightning when they connected with his chest. His body heated beneath my touch, slowly tensing and becoming firmer as I worked the tonic into the wounds as his muscles flinched beneath my fingers’ slow perusal of his physique.

  My eyes lifted to hold his as I gradually worked my fingertips against the sinewy, hard muscles of his marred abdomen. His tattoos were a work of art, of birds flying toward dark clouds that stretched over bronzed flesh. I chewed my lip, working the oil in deeper, forcing myself to slow my movements. I knew from experience that reaper burns felt like fire kissing flesh. I rubbed my hands over his chest, slowly running them over the ripped coils of his abdomen.

  Our breathing was ragged and heavy, and no matter how much I denied it, I felt an attraction to Torrin. I had no intention of acting on it, but there was something undeniably appealing about him that both pissed me off and confused me.

  I started to back away, but his hands snaked out, gripping my hips to hold me in place. I tensed from the strength of his hold, and our eyes met and locked in silence, speaking.

  His eyes promised me pleasure—and pain.

  Mine begged for him to give it to me, knowing that in pain, there would be pleasure.

  It was as if we were two storms preparing to let loose against one another, to leave havoc in our wake.

  I wanted Torrin, and he wasn’t opposed to giving me everything I needed. Strange bedfellows, considering we were enemies. But I wasn’t looking for something soft and sweet, and neither was this man.

  Dark lust tended to collide. It searched likeness out and matched it at the strangest times. Monsters connected with other monsters, their ability to see beneath the surface a skill learned and honed in the shadows.

  I slid my hands down my sides, rising in the silence that had wrapped around us. I leaned over, hovering my lips a hairsbreadth away from his, my entire body shuddering with need, violently wanting what he could offer me. His thumbs ran over my nipples, and I swallowed hard, brushing my mouth against his, then I yanked back. I stared at Torrin as the moonlight pooled inside the window, shocking us both out of the trance in which we’d been held.

  Torrin lifted from the tub, and his cock skimmed over my mouth, and I yelped as if it had burned me as he smiled, but it was all teeth. I moved from the tub, grabbing the drying cloth before heading toward the fire.

  Gazing down into the dancing blue and red flames, I prayed for comfort and perseverance to keep my vow for another two weeks until the full moon rose high in the sky. That was the vow I’d made to pay, to sacrifice one year of pleasure for each life lost under my watch. Bad leadership and one night of sex had led to four lives lost, and that was on me.

  Torrin’s hands touched my shoulders, and I exhaled, turning to look up into icy eyes. I started to speak, but he shoved the tonic into my hand and sat down in the chair by the fire, studying my face.

  “Warriors take vows of celibacy to punish themselves. So what did you do that ended with you being celibate?” he asked, his eyes raking over the flesh that the drying cloth didn’t conceal. “You can either answer my question, or you can ride my mouth to keep it occupied.”

  I glared at him before sliding behind the chair, staring at the marks from battles that had ravished his back. It didn’t take away from his masculinity or the lust that ripped through me at the sight of sharp contours shaping wide shoulder blades that tapered down to the sexiest ass I’d ever seen.

  “I made a bad call four years ago. I sent a group off with some men during the full moon without realizing they were incubus demons. Each full moon calls to us, beckoning us to breed new life. It called to me that day, and my need for pleasure overrode my ability to lead my team. I tried to step down as leader, but I’d been raised to take the role since before I even knew how to speak words. That moon call ended up with four of my sisters raped and tortured to death. The Moon Clan refused to allow me to step down and become anything else. They didn’t punish me, and they should have. I failed my team, and in doing so, the cost was their lives, not mine. I sentenced myself to four years of celibacy.” My hand slid over the wounds on Torrin’s back, hearing his sharp intake of breath that hitched in his chest. “I have two weeks left.”

  “The call of the moon is undeniable, Lexia. That would leave you in intense pain. From what I understand, the ache is unimaginable and violent if ignored.”

  “I find pleasure in pain,” I stated, unembarrassed and as if it weren’t strange.

  I felt his entire body jolt from my words. He turned, gazing over his shoulder at me. His eyes looked at me in a new light that sent heat pooling in my belly as everything within me sang with need.

  My eyes flicked to the moon, then slowly settling back on him, and I frowned. I knew that once the moon was full, I’d be called to answer its song. I could already feel my body syncing with it, and worse, the need was already festering within me.

  “You can fuck but not find fulfillment in the act?” he asked.

  “I don’t reach orgasm easily.” I swallowed hard past the heat burning in his gaze at my confession, as if he’d found something unique and challenging. “I’ve never found fulfillment with lovers, not even when the moon was full, and they released within my body. So not completing my need to orgasm is my punishment. I’ve not had a single orgasm in four years, not even by my hand.”

  “Moon-mates are rare, and you’d need one for his release to bring you to a full orgasm,” He watched my face, turning impassive.

  “That isn’t what I meant. I have no mate, nor do I wish for one. Answering the moon’s call is inevitable, but fucking and searching for the one true love we are promised isn’t my singular purpose. Mating is for the weaker of our species that cannot fight. I drink a tonic to prevent pregnancy the night after I am called, or I did when I was free to find release. We don’t all get called every time. Our bodies have to align with the full moon to be called, so not every full moon has been painful for me.”

  “You said you find pleasure in pain,” he rasped, and I paused, running my fingers over his hard muscles, then backing up, moving away from him.

  “I meant that I’m okay with the pain I endure during my celibacy.” I exhaled, blinking at the sultry tone that escaped from my tongue like warm honey over bread. I chewed my lip, spinning to escape Torrin and the intensity of his stare.

  I went to the bed where he’d placed the bags as my mind replayed the one time I’d enjoyed being with a man. He’d been violent with need. I’d felt wrong, disturbed after we’d been together. It was the closest I’d come to finding release with another person. Nausea swirled through me as memories of his rough treatment sent heat rushing to my cheeks. I’d enjoyed the control he’d held over my body. His biting hands and roughness had more than just excited me. It had unraveled a raw need within me that I’d
chased ever since.

  His hands slid up my spine, and fingers threaded through my hair. Torrin jerked me around to face him as pale, wintery eyes burned with fiery ice, causing the air to get stuck in my lungs. Torrin forced me to walk back toward the bed, his body trembling as hard as mine. He lowered me onto the mattress and stared into my eyes, watching the tremor of need rushing through me.

  Torrin didn’t release my hair, tightening his hold on it while he watched the excitement flooding my eyes. He lifted his other hand, pressing it against my throat before his mouth lowered, claiming mine in a soul-crushing kiss that, while gentle, held command for me to submit to him. His tongue speared against mine, tangling with it in a slow, hungry urgency that strung my body taut with need. When he pulled back, every fucking thing about him stirred my senses.

  His eyes.

  His lips.

  His body.

  He radiated dominance and absolute control.

  “Are you wet?”

  I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

  My tongue was heavy with lust, and everything inside of me was firing up all at once. My eyes searched his, seeking the answer in them like they would know my body’s current state better than I would.

  The hand fisting my hair tightened until my scalp screamed in pain. He exuded pheromones that alone made me need to combust, shattering into a million pieces. His eyes slid a cutting a path down my body, leaving a blistering trail in their wake. He lifted his hand from my throat, and before I could argue, his fingers slid against my pussy. I opened my mouth to argue his course, but they pushed into my core, stretching me deliciously full to take the answer he sought.

  I moaned, releasing a ragged gasp as my body clenched hungrily around him. It quaked from the burn he created while he deliberately worked his fingers deeper into my needy flesh. Torrin spread me wide and watched as I panted for air. He held my gaze and prevented me from looking away from his heated stare. My muscles clenched hungrily against him, causing his eyes to grow hooded with need. Gradually he withdrew his fingers but thrust them in further as I moaned, crying out at the multitude of sensations he created.

  Torrin removed his hand from my body and lifted his fingers to his mouth, holding my stare while pushing them between his lips to suck them clean, one by one, making obscene sounds of pleasure as he tasted me.

  What. The. Fuck. Was. Happening?

  “When I ask you a question, I expect a fucking answer,” Torrin growled, raking his ravenous gaze from mine to my aching flesh that wept from the loss of his fingers as he slowly slid them back inside. “The answer to my question is: Yes, Torrin, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

  I blinked and shook my head. Arousal coated my sex, unhidden from the heady stare that took in the mess he’d created. I swallowed down the urge to beg him to fuck me. I hadn’t ever felt anything so primal or urgent in my life than I was feeling right now.

  Torrin watched me through knowing eyes, and the cockiness of his smile pissed me off. He knew I was fighting against duty and need. Fighting a war within my mind to keep a vow I took or give in to the overwhelming need to be fucked stupid by him.

  I needed his dominance. I craved it, and I fucking hated it, but I needed Torrin to claim me. I was so fucked up in the head. I glared at him, trembling with need.

  He smiled wickedly, slapping his hand against my apex, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I arched my spine and parted my legs to show him what he’d done to me. Torrin clenched his teeth so hard that the sound of his back teeth grinding together caused the pulse between my thighs to throb painfully.

  His dark chuckle vibrated against my breast as he lowered his head and clamped his teeth over my nipple, painfully scraping against the delicate flesh that his heated mouth seared. Holding my stare, he ran his tongue over the hardened tip, flicking against it as if it were my clit instead of my nipple.

  Embarrassment rushed through me. My cheeks tinged red with mortification at how wet he’d made me. Torrin laughed ominously, lifting to stare at where arousal coated my sex. I couldn’t hide my reaction to him, and that terrified me. I was always in control. I never felt helpless, ever. I had been trained to withstand anything the world could throw at me.

  Dodge the darkness and live within the horrifying night? Fuck yeah, I excelled.

  Slaughter hordes of monsters like they were toddlers in a day camp in line to suck a titty? Fuck yes. I excelled.

  Face down death and laugh at it? Shit, yes. I had no fear of dying.

  Face off against one dominant male who promised me pain and pleasure? Nope. Abort. Get the fuck out!

  “No,” I snarled, coming up to a sitting position, and he smiling roguishly. “You have no right to kiss me!”

  “I didn’t ask you if I could kiss you,” he snorted.

  “You don’t get to taste my pussy!” Had I actually just screamed that?

  “I didn’t fucking ask if I could do that either.”

  “I hate you!”

  “Good.” He smiled callously, even though his eyes were still banked with heat.

  The mother-fucking dickhead was smug! He licked his lips, and my anger rocketed into high gear, knowing he tasted my arousal on them.

  “Touch me again, and I’ll fucking murder you, prick.”

  Torrin slammed me down against the bed without warning. He captured my arms captured above my head, and his face was in mine before I’d even finished inhaling my next breath. His lips twisted into a sardonic smile, and his eyes burned with the challenge. Pushing his erection against my belly, he watched me fight for air while he held it trapped in my lungs with the grip of his hand around my throat.

  “Let’s see you fucking do it, little girl. Come on, fight me.” His tone was sex, anger, and silk. My body was the sin that wanted to indulge in his lust. “That’s what I thought. You can hate me, Little Bird. You can blame me for your tight pussy reacting to pain and finding pleasure in it. Fuck, you can hate me all you fucking want because I fucking like it when you do. You won’t threaten my life again, though. I take it personally when people threaten to end me. Do it again, and I’ll make this pussy weep by spanking your perky ass that needs and begs to be painted red. Fucking try me, woman. You push me, and I’ll push you back. I’m not one of the little bitches who couldn’t dominate you enough to get you off. I am all man, and I fucking crave your pain. I’d be very careful when you challenge me, Lexia. Now, get your drenched pussy further onto the bed and go to sleep before I show you why it’s wet and give it what it craves.”

  “I really don’t like you.”

  “I really don’t fucking care.”

  “You’re a dick.”

  “You’re a bitch,” he chuckled.

  I bristled beneath his heated stare, anger burning through me to tinge my ears pink. He noted it, smiling while his eyes dared me to say the wrong thing. Oh, hell, no! I turned over, starting up the bed, only to hear something cutting through the air as red-hot pain assaulted my ass. I moaned as his fingers rubbed my ass cheek. I turned to glare at Torrin with curses dancing on my tongue, but he wasn’t there. I peered around the room, finding him nowhere to be seen.

  What the fuck?

  Chapter Seven

  I awoke to something wet and hot clamped around my nipple, nibbling it playfully. My hips rocked against the fingers sliding through the arousal from the dream I’d just had. Two fingers pushed into my body, and I moaned as the tips stretched my opening. I shivered against them until dark laughter vibrated against my enlarged peak, and I blinked past the heaviness of sleep in my eyes. A thumb brushed over my swollen nub, and then my legs were spread wide. I curled my fingers through the thick, silken hair that lowered, pushing his heated breath to where I needed him the most.

  Torrin’s tongue slid through my sex, and a deep growl rumbled against my apex. He snapped while continuing to lap hungrily against my core, sending everything teetering toward the edge. I double-blinked slowly, lifting to watch as his
tongue speared into my body, and an orgasm danced toward the precipice. Arousal glistened on his lips, coating his chin as he slowly climbed up my body.

  “Tell me you don’t want me, Little Bird.” Torrin swallowed hard. “Tell me you don’t want me deep inside this tight body.”

  The need and excitement coating his words made my body sing with the awareness of the male appendage resting on my belly. He rocked his hips, sliding his thick cock over my clit, which fired up all the dormant nerve endings until I whimpered huskily beneath him. My hands lifted, testing the muscles of his stomach, brushing my fingertips over the washboard abs that I wanted—no, craved to wash myself on. Was that a thing? It should have been.

  Torrin inspected my face for an answer to his question. I smiled sleepily, rocking against his hardened cock. His fingers twisted my nipple, watching as my eyes grew hooded with need, and a whimpered gasp of desire exploded from my lungs with the pain he promised and offered.

  “I don’t want you,” I whispered, reaching between us as he started to back up slowly.

  I grabbed his cock, stroking the silken shaft while he hissed. Torrin released a violent shiver, his hands slowly exploring my tits. My thumb ran over the silken top, smearing his arousal over the rounded head. The woman and warrior inside me fought for who would be the victor of the battle waging within me. Torrin growled like a starving beast, staring into my soul, waging a silent confrontation with what my heart knew would win.

  He hovered above me, holding his weight up with his hands pushing against the mattress, caging my body in beneath the wall of muscles. I watched his face, enjoying the tic in his cheek that hammered wildly from my touch. Torrin’s heady stare made his eyes appear darker with unrestrained lust.

  He didn’t pull away from my touch, watching me unhurriedly rocking my hips while I held his rigid length against my clit. He was hugely endowed, much larger than I’d ever held or taken before. I couldn’t close my fist around the width of his cock, which sent both excitement and fear pulsing through me. Torrin’s muscles bunched tightly at his neck, clenching while I worked my hand faster, and I noted the way his shoulders braced and tightened while he studied my unguarded, dark soul.