Page 93 of Ruthless Moon

Her tongue stabs into my mouth for a closer, harder, deeper kiss. Then her hands are out of my hair and all over my shoulders, pulling at my shirt, clawing desperately. Buttons fly every which way and I release her long enough to shrug out of the shirt.

She palms my chest, drawing her nails over my pecs, then down across my abs. I suck in a breath and clench my teeth. I’m throbbing. Hard. And all I want is for her hands to move to undo my pants next. I want her hands on me. I want to feel her touch me.

I don’t have to wait long. She unzips my jeans and pulls my hard cock free from my boxers and wraps her soft, strong fingers around the base. Her hand is so warm. Her touch is making me crazy. I want her to move. I want her to stay perfectly still.

Breathing is impossible. I’m going to die of pleasure right here in front of her. But I’m going to stand here and let her do as she pleases.

“Anything you want.”

She looks up at me from beneath a curtain of dark lashes. By Fate, she’s gorgeous. Her eyes spark with gold and heat.

She holds me with one hand and puts the other flat against my chest, right over my heart. Her fist around my cock drops, sinking even closer to the root of me. She pauses there a moment, then squeezes, then slides her fingers up again. Her touch is perfect. Light. Gentle. She rolls her thumb over the tip.

I groan. It’s perfect torture.

I fist my hands at my sides, not trusting myself to squeeze her too hard. My balls ache. Everything is throbbing.

She doesn’t stop. Up and down. Up and down. She finds a rhythm. And I never want it to stop. Make it last forever. Make her never take her hand off of me.

I take a deep breath and hold myself together.

She gets up on her tiptoes and kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip but never stopping her hand. The predatory smile on her face is so fucking hot. She knows she’s in control of me right now. And she’s fucking right.

The only thing that would make this experience even more perfect would be having her naked too. And my hands go right to work. She moves for me when I need her to and I quickly remove or tear everything she’s wearing from her body.

The reward of seeing her makes my cock ache even more. Her perfect breasts fit in the palms of my hands. Her nipples are rock hard and she hisses when I roll my thumbs over them. She rubs her thighs together and moans a little. I can smell her arousal and I want to feel her. Taste her. Make her come apart the way she’s making me hold on for dear life.

Don’t come yet. Not yet. Not yet.

I want to come inside her.

“It’s about to be my turn,” I growl, nuzzling my lips along her neck. I bite down gently on her shoulder, then reach between her legs and run two fingers between her folds. She’s soaked and trembling and I nearly come right then in her hand.

I need this woman as much as I need air to breathe.

IMOGEN GALLAGHER

I want him so much I can’t breathe. My body is a sparking live wire. Or C-4 set to explode. I’m not sure.

The way he tenses every time I squeeze him or move my hand. The way he sucks in his breath. The way he grinds his teeth and groans. It’s heady. And I canfeelit all through our bond. I feel the pleasure I’m giving him like it’s mine.

Then he touches me and my knees barely hold me up. This power I have over him. I’ve never had power over anyone. I love him so deeply, so completely. And he trusts me with every part of himself. And he’smine.

His thick powerful body belongs to me. He’s mymate.Mine.Arms like carved granite. Abs of steel. Those lines women talk about—the V—he’s got those too. Hips I want to climb like a tree and an ass I want to sink my teeth into.

And then there’s his cock. Fucking glorious. Made for me.

My body is crying to be filled with it, but I can’t stop touching it. So velvety and soft, but rock hard and hot all in the same moment.

He groans against my shoulder and flexes his hips, driving his cock through my hands and pressing it into the softness of my belly.

I look up at him again. He’s looking at me too. Eyes golden and hooded. Teeth bared with a little fang showing. I’ve pushed him right to the edge. His wolf is rumbling in his chest. Just fucking gorgeous. A chiseled jaw. Beautiful mop of dark curls that hang nearly to his shoulders.

“Take me,” I say. “All of me.”

“I’m going to make you scream, Gen. I want you to scream my name, do you hear me?”

I nod. Yes. I need that too. I want that too.

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