hair, forcing her to arch back so that she looked up at him. Her panting excited him as much as her perky breasts, damp from the night air, her skin shining under the strong moonlight. Her nipples so hard they were beacons, calling to him, begging for his attention.
She stared up at him, searching his face. After a moment, he felt her body relax, sensed her desires peak. The smooth roundness of her ass pressed against his cock, teasing him. Blood drained through his body, settling in his groin, the pressure building to a boiling point.
She adjusted herself in his arms, continuing to watch him. Slowly, her tongue moved over her lips. It took more power than he knew he possessed not to lunge at it.
His muscles shook from the amount of concentration it took not to force himself on her, to bend her over her car and plow deep inside that tight little cunt of hers.
When he knew she should be more afraid of him than ever, her small hands slid up his chest. Fire scourged through him where she touched him, her gentle touch enough to undo him.
29
Lorie O’Clare
“I wasn’t ready for Ethan to see me as more than the mother of his mate.” She whispered, leaning into him, stretching her naked body against his.
“You are much more than just her mother.” He knew she saw that.
She was a woman with so much sexual power. In that tiny little body of hers, she had the ability to disarm him, bring the dangerous werewolf quivering to his knees.
“I know.” She looked down, her soft brown hair fluttering in damp strands around her face.
Focusing on her hands, she ran them over his chest, driving him mad with her touch. He held on to her hair, barely able to contain himself. Pulling her head to the side, he tasted her neck. The saltiness of her body was a feast to a starving man.
Her hands moved down his chest, toward his belt, dangerously close to his cock.
She would know what he had for her. No longer could he wait. Taking her hand, he pressed it over his hard shaft, her warm touch taking his breath away.
Sandy gasped, her body quivering against his. She wanted him. Her reaction, her scent, her willingness to be guided. Ralph was no cub. He knew women, knew the signs.
Reaching for her pussy, feeling her heat absorb into his skin before he even touched her, he knew he wasn’t mistaken.
“Do you know how wet you are?” He parted her velvet skin, her cream clinging to his fingers.
Her rich lust drifted to his nose. He inhaled her, allowing her scent to consume him.
His craving for her soared to a dangerous level.
“Yes,” she said on a breath, grinding her muscles down on his fingers, sucking him in.
He wanted his cock in her more than he wanted to breathe. “You need to be fucked.”
She stared at him, her green eyes larger than life in the darkness. But he saw her trust, saw that she believed in him, had faith in him. She ran her teeth over her lower lip. “Yes,” she said quietly.
Ralph undid his jeans, releasing his cock. His swollen flesh jabbed forward, reaching without mercy to touch her, experience her flesh touching him.
“Can you get pregnant?” He didn’t have a condom with him, but he would accept the fact if she could. Neither one of them were at a point in their lives where they wanted more cubs.
Sandy shook her head. “Not anymore.”
Relief swept over him. More than anything he wanted to enjoy the closeness of her pussy wrapped around him.
He would turn her around, bend her over her car, except that he wanted to see her face. She hadn’t stopped looking at him, and he wouldn’t let go of her gaze.
30
Blue Moon
Lifting her like a child into his arms, her legs caressed his hips as she wrapped them around him, spreading her pussy open over his inflamed cock.
He drowned in her heat, knew passion like he’d never experienced it before.
Without hesitating, she relaxed into him, sliding his swollen flesh deep inside her.
Immediately she arched, threw her head back, her mouth opening.