Angela Knight - Over The Moon

Elena squirmed. Panted. Remembered the feeling of that promising cock filling her hand.

She wanted it in her. Every inch, filling her all the way up. " Lucaaas !" Tossing her head on the cushion, she groaned in need.

"Mmmmmm?" He was making all kinds of extravagant, wet noises now as he teased her juicing flesh. Every time he flicked her clit with his tongue, a little pop of flame darted up her spine.

"Would you please quit teasing me and fuck?" She blinked at her own voice. It was an octave lower than it should be, all but rumbling with her Burning Moon.

"Getting a little impatient, darling?" Something entered her, and she jolted, belatedly realizing he'd slid a finger between her desperately wet lips.

"God, yes!" She pumped her hips, grinding down on that promising digit. Big as it was, though, she wanted something a whole lot larger. "Dammit, Lucas, you're making me insane!"

He reached up her body and found one nipple. Gave it a teasing twist. "You might consider begging."

Elena panted and wrapped both hands in his hair. "I thought you were a nice man!"

His chuckle was just slightly sinister. "You thought wrong."

"Lucas, dammit!" She transferred one hand from his hair to a brawny shoulder and dug in her fingers.

He jerked. "Hey, watch the claws!"

" Now !" It was an outright Burning Moon growl. She realized distantly she was one deep breath from Turning.

"Well, if you insist."

And he pounced.

There was no other word for it. He simply bounded from the foot of the chaise and landed on top of her with a low, dark growl of his own. Rearing up, he grabbed her under one knee, jerked her thighs wide, and aimed that thick, upcurving cock with the other.

Elena lifted her head to watch hungrily as the round head brushed her sensitive lips, then nosed its way inside. Bracing himself on one muscled arm, he rolled his hips.

And drove that thick cock deep in one hard thrust.

It filled her completely in a delicious rush. Though Elena was tight, she was also very wet, and the powerful surge of his hips pushed him in to the balls.

She yowled.

He felt incredible. Thick, hard—almost too much soeach thrust shooting an explosion of pleasure into her ravenous body. With a wordless cry of need, she wrapped both legs around his working backside and coiled her arms around his shoulders.

Teeth clenched with effort, she started grinding up at him, desperate to shoot them both to the peak she could feel just out of reach.

God, she felt incredible. Those slick inner muscles of hers milked his cock with every thrust. He panted like a wolf, hunching against her, half wild with feral hunger.

She stared up at him, her green eyes glittering and savage in the moonlight, her lips pulled back from her teeth. Teeth that, unless he was mistaken, had lengthened into fangs.

Lucas was just as close to Turning himself. His fingernails were damn near claws, and he had to hold her carefully to avoid puncturing that delicate skin.

He wanted to slow it down some more, but Elena wouldn't let him, rolling her body fiercely against his, her sex so slick and hot as it gripped him.

Muscles began to pulse deep in her core, rippling along the length of his shaft. Lucas gritted his teeth and fought to hold on, but she felt too wet and tight and good. Her beautiful eyes went dazed and vague, and she threw her head back, sending all that red hair spilling over the cushion. "Lucas," she gasped, and screamed. " Luuuuucaaas !"

The sound of his name combined with the luscious feel of her sex and the warm, wet satin of her straining body. His back jerked into a bow as fire boiled up out of his balls and down his shaft in sweet, burning pulses of pleasure. He bellowed, coming, pouring himself into her.

Giving her everything he had.

So they writhed together, sweating flesh and straining effort, and pleasure so great it was blinding.

Until at last it was over, and they collapsed into one another's arms, panting and wet. He drew her closer and lay his head against her pretty breast, listening to the slowing thunder of her heart.

His arms were trembling. He could feel the muscles in her thighs jerking where her legs were wrapped around his waist. And his softened cock was still clasped in her sex.

"Man." Lucas groaned.

"Umm. Yeah." She unwrapped one of her arms from his shoulders. It fell to the cushion. With a sense of satisfaction, he realized her hand was shaking.

Good. At least he wasn't the only one.

Carefully, reluctantly, he withdrew from her. He frowned. He was actually a little sore. She'd feel it even more. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"God, no."

With an effort, Lucas levered himself off the chaise and braced his legs. His knees were shaking. He laughed. "Damn, girl, I think you killed me."

She blinked up at him slowly, her cameo face bathed in moonlight. "Murder-suicide, maybe." Groaning, she sat up, drawing his attention with the sway and bounce of her lovely breasts.

"Want to wash off in the tub?"

"Nope." She swung those long, lovely legs over and stood up. "I want all that lovely sperm just where it is."

Lucas laughed and walked over to the railing, where he'd left two thick towels hanging. "Well, this is a first. Normally the last thing I want is to get my partner pregnant." He handed her one, then took the other for himself.

Slowly, she started drying herself off. Despite her denials, she moved as if she were a little sore. Looping his towel around his neck, he took hers from her unresisting hands and began toweling her off.

Elena stood still in the circle of his arms, her eyes drifting closed as she let him minister to her. The top of her head barely came to his shoulder.

That observation triggered another wash of protectiveness. He wrapped the big towel around her like a child, then used his own to work on her hair.

When he finished with her, she watched sleepily as he dried himself off. Resting one hand on the small of her back, he urged her toward the door. "Come on, Elena. Time for bed."

With a wordless murmur, she went where he directed.

Lucas found Elena a brand-new toothbrush still in its package—a souvenir of a recent trip to the dentist—and let her borrow a brush and a hair dryer.

His generosity was rewarded when she bent at the waist and flipped her red hair over her head to give it a brisk brushing. The sight of her pretty breasts bouncing with the motion was almost enough to rouse his sated cock.

Once they'd cleaned themselves up for bed, he led the way to his bedroom. The bed was a massive four-poster he'd found in a secondhand shop, a big pine monster he'd bought solely because it was long enough to accommodate his six-foot-five-inch frame.

He watched her check out the picture on his bedside table. It was the only photograph he had of him and his mother, a stiff Christmas shot taken twenty years before at Kmart. He'd been a sullen twelve, while Sue Rollings looked far too thin and far too old for her age. Her closed-lip smile was intended to hide her crooked, cigarette-stained teeth. Her hair lay in a straight, gleaming black curtain around her shoulders. It had been her one beauty, her one vanity.

His mother had been a victim for every man she met. If Sue had been in Elena's shoes, it would never even have occurred to her to fight Stephen at all. She certainly wouldn't have taken a chance on running all the way across the state to ask for help from a cop she didn't even know.

Elena's long, elegant fingers touched the cheap metal frame. "Is this you and your mother?"

"Yeah. Not exactly blue-bloods, are we?"

She gave him a sudden wicked grin. "Personally I prefer my blood red." Standing on tip-toe, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down for a kiss that curled his toes. By the time she let him up for air again, his cock was twitching with interest. She gave her upper lip a flirtatious flick of the tongue. "And hot."