Amy O'Connor [Moore Werewolves 01] Moon Illusion (pdf)

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love that plagued her now. She was, but was he?
You re not working today?
He attempted to sound nonchalant, but she could
tell he was feeling the strain. The skin across his
forehead looked tight, and she itched to reach up and
soothe away the tension. Nah, thought I d better stay
home and look after you.
Gina smiled, a siren s call. Thank you.
His eyes were burning into her, the flame within
them hot enough to incinerate her clothes and leave
her naked to his gaze. Purposely she fanned the
flame, all the time knowing she was tempting the
wolf. She stretched, as supple as the cat he d accused
her of being, and leant backwards, angling herself so
her nipples thrust enticingly towards him.
Her eyelids lowered, and she glanced up at him
seductively. So, what shall we do to fill in our time?
Two quick paces and he was behind her, his arms
wrapped around her shoulders to link under her chin.
She was surrounded by the fresh pine scent of his
aftershave. She inhaled deeply, watching her own
breasts rise and fall, then shifted slightly on the seat.
Moisture was dripping from her pussy, and she could
feel it gathering inside her jeans. Her body definitely
remembered him and was already getting ready to
accept him all over again.
Nate s breath was warm in her ear, his voice
strangled. Babe, I can t stand this any longer.
Stand what? She pretended innocence.
I have to be with you. I need you in my life. You
are my Soulmate, and I, I& He stumbled over the
words, obviously seeking the correct phrase. I would
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be honored if you would consent to be my wife. He
nuzzled her hair. Be the mother of my cubs, babe.
Say yes .
The last few words were practically a groan, but
she caught them clearly. Cubs?
Babies. You know.
Gina fought to contain the giggle that was welling
up. I know what babies are. I also know what cubs
are. It s the bit about cubs that I m specifically
wondering about.
We ll have baby werewolves, he explained
absently, his fingers catching in her hair as he drew
her face upwards. Sometimes they re babies,
sometimes they re cubs.
I m not a werewolf.
Ah. He jerked upright, and she instantly missed
his warmth.
Yes?
There s a special part of the mating ritual for
when a ware s Soulmate is human. You become&
He hesitated, his tense hands on her shoulders now
the only contact between them.
A werewolf? she ventured.
Yeah.
Forgot to mention that, didn t you? Her voice
was soft.
She stretched upright, catching his hands and
bringing them back to her breasts. It doesn t matter
anyway, she murmured, using his hands to caress
her nipples. Because you don t really love me, you re
just in lust.
It was a gamble, but the only thing she could think
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of on the spur of the minute. She wanted him forever,
but she d offer him unlimited sex no commitments.
Then she d just have to wait and see how he reacted.
Babe, you have no idea how much I want you.
His fingers started to follow the pattern she d set,
tweaking and fondling until her nipples were rock
hard and she was arching her back into his hands.
And I want you forever, he added huskily.
You don t even know what commitment means.
She dismissed his words, grasping his hands and
dragging them downwards, at the same time leaning
back to run her fingernails up and down his cock,
teasing him through the fly of his jeans.
This was killing her. A few well-placed strokes of
his fingers and she was ready to agree to anything he
wanted. But she wouldn t give in. She had to know he
really meant it. And he hadn t said those three little
words yet, either. They were non-negotiable.
Now, Gina turned to face him, unbuttoning his
fly and freeing his cock. Now it s my turn to play,
she purred and took him into her mouth.
Nate s hips rocked against her, thrusting him
deeper. His skin was silken, and she ran her tongue
lovingly over his length, pausing to lick up the drop
of cum that was waiting on the tip. She sucked gently,
reaching her fingers up to stimulate his balls, and
release more sperm. She desperately wanted to taste
him.
God& please& I can t& He pulled his cock free
with a growl, the sudden movement catching her by
surprise. She licked her lips, catching the fluid that
dripped from her mouth. He was still hard and he
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hadn t climaxed, yet he tucked himself away,
buttoning his jeans almost savagely as he caught her
chin and forced her to look up at him.
Obviously, you don t believe me, he growled,
the flame in his eyes brighter than ever. I love you, I
want you, and I ll be damned if I ll let you sidetrack
me so easily!
I love you. Gina sighed softly, content. The very
words she d been waiting for. He d spat them out in
frustration, true, but she was sure he d learn to be
more gracious about it in time.
She opened her mouth to speak, only to find
herself falling into his gaze, trapped. She was no
different to any other small furry prey through the
eons. There was no escape.
* * * *
Gina opened her eyes carefully. She seemed to be
standing up, and she wasn t exactly all that
comfortable. Her hands were caught somewhere
behind her, and she was brought up short when she
tried to tug them free. The damp smell of rich dirt and
fresh pine needles assaulted her senses. She shook her
head in disbelief. It couldn t be&
Adrenaline pumped through her bloodstream.
Once more she was tied to a tree, her hands bound
behind her back, and thick ropes holding her upright
and immobile. She looked around quickly,
immediately aware that it was a different tree in a
different clearing. Actually, this tree was an awful lot
smoother than the one her stepfather had chosen.
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And it was daytime. Afternoon. It was an awful lot
warmer, too.
She tugged at her wrists again and felt silk sliding
against them. Definitely more comfortable than the
coarse ropes that had cut into her skin. Not, however,
that she had a snowflake s chance in hell of getting
free. Whoever had tied her here had done a darned
good job of it.
And they d had quite a good imagination, too. A
gust of wind lifted the soft fabric that had been
resting limply against her legs. She glanced down.
She was wearing a white night gown, extremely low
cut, and silk keeping with the theme, she assumed.
As she rested her head back against the tree trunk,
one of the straps slithered down her arm, revealing
even more cleavage. There were no panties either, she
could just tell. She d obviously been brought here for
a purpose& Her body came alive as she started to
consider the possibilities and a telltale trickle of
moisture trailed down her leg. For whatever daft
reason, she wasn t feeling the least bit threatened.
Her head fell back in resignation. It was Nate. She
was sure of it. A movement in the shadows opposite [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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