Fox, Morgan - Tempted by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  She did as he asked. Her fingers and palms trailed over his chest, abs, and lower. God, yes, lower. He wanted her hands gripping his cock, stroking him as he made sensual love to her breasts, nipples, and sweet vanilla skin, licking and sucking until he heard her breath catch.

  Hours of agonizing pleasure were in store for his little mate.

  Ravenous for her succulent flavor, he caught the scent of her arousal, the sharpness filling his nostrils as he inhaled, taking every bit of it into his body. She was turning him into an erupting volcano of lust and passion. His mind foggy with desire, he nipped at her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth. She moaned, rubbing her hands down his back, cupping the muscular globes of his ass.

  Jonah dropped to his knees and planted a sensual kiss to her belly.

  “What are you doing?” Brie gasped, her hands tangled in his hair.

  Glancing up, his lips molded into a wicked grin for his mate. “What do you think I’m doing, or should I say, about to do?” Before she had a chance to respond, his tongue pressed past the folds of her pussy, gliding over her clit.

  “Oh yes,” she cried, her head lolled back against the wall. “Oh yes, Jonah. Don’t stop, that feels...Oh God, it feels so good.”

  One fierce stab of his tongue between her legs and he demanded more access to her sweet little cunt. Raising her leg to rest over his shoulder, he parted the folds with this thumbs and dove his tongue in with a vengeance, licking and sucking at the tender bud.

  “Damn, you taste incredible,” he groaned, inhaling the spicy sweetness of his mate’s sex. “I’ll never get tired of eating your pussy, tasting your cum. I want it on my tongue as often as possible, just like I want your wet tightness surrounding my cock as I fuck you, Brie. And damn how I want to fuck you.”

  She cried in a low, husky purr, “Do it, Jonah. Fuck me. Do it now.”

  Licking her pussy over and over again, he pulled away only to say, “Patience, Brie.”

  She moaned roughly, fingers woven in his hair, ripping his head back to stare into his eyes. “Fuck patience, Jonah. I want your cock, and I want it now.”

  “That’s just the mating heat talking. There’s more to it than just fucking, Brie.”

  His heart was fracturing for her. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, and just ramming his cock into her body until they came was not what he wanted for them. She needed the intimacy of their joined bodies. The bond they shared. They both did, especially with Sebastian’s absence, but denying her was nearly impossible to do.

  “I don’t care, Jonah. I’m hurting. I hurt all over—my body, my heart, my soul. Don’t deny me, Jonah. I need it now. Please,” she whimpered.

  He swallowed back his own needs the moment he saw her eyes fill with tears. All that mattered to him was making her happy. Whatever she needed, wanted, he would do for her. Always would. He rose to his feet, lifted her into his arms, and walked her to the bed.

  Cradling her face in his hands, he kissed her lips, nose, and forehead, he asked, “Promise me we’ll take our time later tonight. That we’ll love each other as we really should. No more rushing.”

  Kissing him back, she promised, “I will. I promise. We’ll take our time later, but right now I need you, Jonah. I feel like I’ll die if you’re not inside me soon. I feel like I can’t breathe unless you’re touching me everywhere. Don’t make me wait any longer. Please.”

  Jonah’s fingers quickly unbuckled his belt, slid his pants down his muscular thighs, and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.

  “Are you ready, Brie? Are you nice and wet?”

  “Yes, Jonah, I’m so wet. Now fuck me, damn it!” There were no more tears in her eyes, just lust, desire, and passion. And love. So much love it pressed against his skin, reminding him why he couldn’t live without her.

  Grinning at her desperate pleas, he chuckled. “You got it.”

  He positioned his cock at the slick entrance of her pussy and shoved his thickness inside her. The tight sheath surrounded him, and he drew in a sharp breath. Damn, this was his favorite part of making love to her—the moment their bodies joined and she swallowed his cock into her warm, tight body.

  There was nothing more perfect than the feel of her breath on his skin, the warmth of her touch. Nothing else but Brie could make his body purr and scream at the same time. She was a goddess, one he intended to worship forever.

  Rocking his hips forward, he plunged in and out of her pussy over and over again with slow, controlled strokes that quickly became fast, rapid poundings. Holding her legs over his forearms, he leaned forward, arching his hips to fill her body completely. The tip of his cock slammed against her cervix, and she whimpered. The blurring line between pleasure and pain was a delicious treat she loved, and he knew this from her unrelenting moans and cries.

  Her body quivered around him. She was close. He could feel the walls of her pussy clamping down around his cock, sucking him in deeper.

  She moaned again, her head thrashing from side to side on the bed. He held her tight in his arms, his hips a constant drum pounding deep into her body. Suddenly, her body erupted into an explosion of ecstasy. Her slick honey flowed around his cock, her fingers and nails digging into the flesh of his back. Her breathy cries against his skin as she came around his dick made his chest fill with satisfaction. The beast inside him roared. He loved making her come.

  Fucking her harder and faster, riding the intensity of her orgasm, he pumped in and out of her, drilling her with everything he had left. Sucking in a deep breath, he felt the onset of his own release. His balls drew up tight as the fire from his belly filled his mind and body. A wild groan fled from deep within his chest, eyes rolling back into his head, and he filled her body with hot semen. Never had he experienced a wilder orgasm then when he made love to Brie. His mate, his lover...forever.

  Collapsing on the bed next to Brie, he pulled her body up against his, and cradled her within the warmth of his arms. Catching his breath, he inhaled against her hair. The soft scent of her jasmine shampoo filled his nostrils. He pressed a kiss to her hair, drinking in her beauty, loving the feel of her closeness.

  A wave of something strange passed over him like he’d just been punched in the gut. Brie nuzzled against his chest, and he realized the strange feelings he experienced were coming from his mate. Without asking, he had a pretty good idea Brie was missing Sebastian, and no matter how much he loved her, cared for her, or how often he made love to her, she wouldn’t be complete until he returned. That was the way of things, especially with alphas and their mates.

  Jonah cradled her face in his hands and pressed gentle kisses to her damp cheeks. He asked, “What is it, sweetheart?”

  Through shuddering breaths, she shared, “I’m worried about Sebastian.” She choked back a sob, her body trembling in his arms. “If the heat is affecting us this way, then what is happening to Sebastian? Would he cheat on me? Would he find satisfaction in the arms of another woman?”

  Jonah’s eyes widened, his heart clenched tight in his chest. His heart told him that his brother would never want another woman like he wanted Brie. But the mating heat in the beginning was a maddening fury that could take any sane man and drive him to the brink of insanity. Jonah could only imagine what pain Sebastian was enduring. He half expected at any moment to have the big lug come bursting through that door to find Brie and claim her as only a savage alpha male could do.

  “Brie, you have to trust Sebastian. He would never knowingly hurt you, and you made it clear that you were not willing to share.” He smiled, trying his best to make her do the same. “Sebastian is one of the strongest men I’ve ever known, and if he thought for one moment he couldn’t handle the separation, he would be back in a moment’s notice.” He stroked her face with his thumbs, kissing the tip of her nose and forehead. “Stop worrying about him. He’s fine, I’m sure of it.”

  Jonah hated lying to Brie. If he understood anything about being a werewolf, it was the need to be with his mate, the fire
that burned inside him each and every moment of every day. The instinct to bond created a burning torment that drove any wolf beyond reason.

  He knew Sebastian must be in serious pain. The need for Brie would certainly be driving Sebastian to near madness, but he had to trust that Sebastian knew what he was doing for all their sakes.

  His one hope was that the stubborn bastard would call him if he ever needed him. He’d be there for his brother—no matter what, even if it was to bring Brie to him, but it had already been several weeks and Sebastian hadn’t called. No wonder Brie was an emotional mess.

  Under his breath, Jonah whispered, “Damn it, Sebastian, where the hell are you?”

  Chapter Two

  Brie sat cross-legged at the conference room table, the black high-heel of her shoe tapping against the shiny hardwood floor. The deep mahogany furniture was lost under the stacks of papers, and folders sprawled out in front of her. Yellow sticky notes were on every folder and several on loose papers that she’d pulled from specific folders.

  Researching a case, one that was sure to keep their firm busy for months, occupied her time and her wandering mind. She’d had a difficult time these last several weeks, missing Sebastian more and more each day. The sensations inside her heart and mind felt like she’d lost a part of herself, or that someone close to her had suddenly died. Except when Jonah was with her, he made her feel whole again, until her mind and body started craving her alpha—the man she was supposed to be publicly married to. The man who had ripped the beating heart from her chest when he chose to leave her in search of finding Mason Levi before Mason found her.

  Discovering the secrets to her mysterious past also took precedence. Secrets that included why she had magical powers—abilities that hadn’t manifested again since the night Mason Levi attacked her in the bar and grill weeks prior.

  A subtle knock drew Brie’s attention up from the reports she’d been putting together. A bubbly blonde with bright green eyes darted around the partially opened door. Her meek appearance was a perfect contrast to the tough-as-nails gal Brie knew Tiffany to be. As Sebastian’s assistant, she had to be tough as hell and quick on her feet.

  Tiffany asked, “I’m running out to grab some lunch, and I wanted to know if you needed anything.”

  Brie gave her head a subtle shake and replied, “No thank you. Is Jonah back yet?”

  “No, he said he’d be back after lunch.”

  “Okay. When he arrives, would you let him know I’d like to see him to discuss some paperwork pertaining to the Jarvis case.”

  “Absolutely.” Tiffany started to close the door, but before it closed all the way, she popped her head back in. “Ms. Ferguson?”

  “Yes, Tiffany?”

  An apprehensive look coated her face as she asked, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

  Leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, Brie responded, “Depends on the question.”

  “Are you and Sebastian dating?”

  Arched brow, she said plainly, “Well, Tiffany, that’s really none of your business.”

  Tiffany put her hands up apologetically and stepped back into the conference room. “I know, and I hate asking, but I couldn’t help but tell you that I’m so happy for you if you are. Both you and Sebastian are the cutest couple ever, and I only hope the best for you. I’ve been secretly cheering for the two of you since you started here. I’ve noticed the way he looks at you. I can only hope that one day a man like Sebastian might look at me that way. It’s so romantic.”

  Brie smiled thinking about the day Sebastian told her he loved her and that she was his chosen mate. She couldn’t be happier with their arrangement. She only wished he were here with her now.

  “Thank you, Tiffany, but please don’t share your thoughts and feelings with the rest of the office. I’d prefer to keep things as professional as possible.”

  “Oh yes, of course. I would never talk about this with anyone.”

  “I appreciate your discretion.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to grab you something while I’m out? It’s no big deal—I’m used to grabbing lunch for Sebastian every day.”

  “No, I’m fine, but thanks again.”

  “Sure, no problem.” Tiffany smiled at her one last time and closed the door behind her.

  Brie swiveled around in her chair to glance out the office window. The vast Dallas skyline filled her view. The bustling city below moved with fluid motions—everyone had something to do, and the cars all had a destination, and the people all had a purpose.

  The hopelessness bumping around inside her heart had her wondering exactly what her purpose was. Being alone with her thoughts was never a good idea. These moments fueled pain and misery, but mostly they fueled loneliness, like she was experiencing the bonding connection between her and Sebastian splintering into a million pieces. As if the heart in her chest was only able to work at half capacity.

  “Ms. Ferguson?” called a raspy feminine voice from the speaker on the conference room phone.

  Eyes pinched at the bridge of her nose, she acknowledged the interruption, “Yes.”

  “Ms. Tabitha Burns is on line two for you.”

  Swallowing back the rise of worry that came from being cornered, Brie actually wondered what took Tabitha so long to track her down. Tabitha was a bulldog if she’d ever seen one. Mousy and timid, well, that didn’t describe Tabitha at all. Ballsy and brassy, that was a better description.

  No doubt she’s going to give me a piece of her mind for falling off the map for a few weeks.

  “Thank you, Lexy.”

  Brie pushed line two and spoke into the phone handset, “Hello, best friend. How are you?”

  “Brie? Oh my god, I’m so glad I caught you. Where the hell have you been? I’ve called your apartment like eight hundred times over the last few weeks, and you’re never there. Is everything all right?” Tabitha’s breathy words erupted from her with such speed Brie’s head whirled.

  “Tabitha, I’m so sorry. I haven’t had a chance to call you. Things have been kind of crazy around here.”

  “You think? You have a lunatic serial killer who wants you dead. You have no idea how freaked out I was when you didn’t answer.”

  “I’m sorry, Tab. I spent a few weeks at a safe house, but you know me, I just couldn’t stay put, so now I have a full-time security detail that follows me around like a bad rash. I think they even have cameras in the bathroom now.” Trying to find humor in the situation, Brie spun back around to stare out the window. “I can’t complain though. At least they keep me safe.”

  A deep sigh blew through the phone. “Right, and I’m grateful, but I want to come see you for myself. I’m prepared to clear my desk for a few weeks and come out there. What are you doing these days? Would you like some company?”

  Company would be great, Brie thought, but right now was not a good time. The mating heat was too overwhelming, and explaining to her best friend how she was having sex with two men and loving it would not be easy to do. Plus, she’d have to spring that she was also getting married—to both men.

  “Tab, I’d love to see you, but right now might not be the best of times. I’ve just started working on this new case, and my boss is out of town, so I’m tackling things solo right now. How about we plan for something next month?”

  “Okay, but from now on when I call, you better answer, or I just might show up unannounced,” she warned.

  Tabitha could be bossy and demanding at times, but Brie loved that about her. “Okay. Okay. I’ll answer, but I suggest for the next few weeks if you want to reach me, you call the office. I’m going to be here most of the day and into the night, so I’ll practically be living here.”

  “I’ll do that. Shit!” Tabitha murmured. “Brie, I’ve got another call coming in. I’m closing a big deal with a property up in North Seattle, and I’ve been waiting on this call all day, so I’ve got to run, but know that I love you a
nd I’ll call you again soon. Okay?”

  “Of course,” Brie told her.

  “All right, take care of yourself and stay safe.”

  “I will and you, too.”

  They said their good-byes, and Brie returned to staring out the window into the world moving around her, and again fought the pull of sadness that slammed against her heart as she thought about Sebastian. Something kept tugging her mind back into a deep yearning, a loneliness that filled her with a tidal wave of sadness and desperation. She prayed Jonah was soon to arrive to help pull her mind out of her sentimental hell.

  Wiping away the single tear that glided down her cheek, she returned to stare at the papers in front of her, the words on the pages blurred in her watery vision. Fingers clasped against the edge of the table, she felt sick to her stomach. Her mind foggy, clawing for relief, she sucked in a breath.

  “Damn it, Jonah, I need you. Where are you?” she whispered just before she collapsed back into the chair.

  * * * *

  Jonah’s brow furrowed as Ryken’s name appeared on his cell’s caller ID. Lowering his voice, he answered, “This is Jonah.”

  “Jonah, it’s Ryken,” roared his cousin. “You need to get your ass to the ranch, like now.” Ryken’s voice was tight and intense as he spoke, a contrast from the sarcastic ass he normally was.

  Jonah rose to his feet, pacing his office. “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “It’s Sebastian. He’s all messed up. By the looks of him, he got his ass handed to him. And I’m pretty sure because he smells like he drank a liquor store.” The humor in Ryken’s voice subsided as he said, “He won’t stop yelling for his mate. Damn, man, he’s got it real bad. You need to get here and fast.” Chuckling, Ryken added, “Shit, the state he’s in has me scared for the livestock. He’s so fucked up he just might think one looks too good to pass up.”

  In normal circumstances, Jonah might have laughed, but knowing that his brother was a drunken werewolf suffering with mating heat just before a full moon was absolutely not funny.