Alpha's Moon: A special forces shifter romance by Renee Rose (top novels .txt) 📗

“Mmm. So pretty,” Deke rumbles, staring down at my nipples showing between my fingers and thumbs. He covers my hands with his, helping me massage and squeeze my breasts. I’m already wet for him. I squirm beneath his large body, wanting him closer. He spins the band of my bra around and unhooks it, then pulls it out from under me.

“I like the way you’re touching yourself, Sadie, but I need you to give me those wrists. He snaps the bra out straight, and I catch his meaning. Another mini orgasm rolls through me as I hold my hands straight up, wrists touching.

“Good girl.” He wraps the bra around them, then ties it. I watch him quickly survey the headboard—a fabric-covered, wall-mounted thing—then climb off. In a flash, he has a shoelace out of his boot, and he loops it through my bra-binding, then down behind the bed somewhere. He slides the bed out from the wall, as if it—with me on it—weighs nothing, and in another moment, my wrists get pulled taut above my head as he fastens the shoelace somewhere to the bed.

I’m incredibly turned on by his quick survival skills. Not that tying a woman to a bed is a survival skill, but the Special Forces in him shows, and it's a massive turn-on. Once he has me secure, he takes a long moment drinking me in. His lids droop, and a low rumble sounds in his chest.

I wiggle, trying to entice him back in. His gaze dips to my peaked nipples, and he climbs back over me, lowering his mouth to one. He flicks it with his tongue. Grazes it with his teeth. He palms my breast possessively as he moves his mouth to the other side.

It’s delicious. Heaven. I’ve never been touched by a man like this before. He’s so aggressive, yet infinitely more attentive than any lover I’ve had before.

He grasps the waistband of my pants and tugs them down and off, leaving me in nothing but my provocative panties. I’m so glad I wore them.

“Mmm,” he rumbles, sliding a finger under the leg band and tracing it down between my legs. “These are so pretty, Sadie-girl.”

A whimper-moan escapes my lips.

“Did you wear these for me?”

My core clenches. “Y-yes.”

His eyes glint green, and he draws a sharp breath in through his nostrils, almost like he’s trying to steady himself. “Fuck, Sadie.” He squeezes his cock through his jeans. “You have a naughty streak, don’t you?”

“Mmm hmm.” More clenching. I tug on my bonds, only because I want to touch him, to hurry this thing along.

He runs his knuckle over my panty-clad pussy, making me soak it with arousal.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”

“Please? That’s so fucking sweet.” My panties practically fly off my legs.

I shaved a landing strip this morning, and the sight of my trim makes Deke growl. “Was that for me?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“Fuck, Sadie.” Deke shoves my knees wide and licks me from anus to clit.

I scream and yank at my bonds. It’s good—so good! But I’ve never been licked so intimately. It’s embarrassing. And incredible. He penetrates me with his tongue, then parts my nether lips with his tongue, gliding up to my clit again.

“Ohhh, oh!” I moan. “Deke.”

“That’s right, baby. Say my name when I make you come.” He flicks his tongue repeatedly over my clit. It’s wonderful and very soon not enough. I jack my hips up to get more.

“Spread your legs wider, baby.”

I spread. I spread so wide the ballet lessons of my youth are showing.

“Did you need more?” Somehow he reads my mind. To my utter shock, he gives my pussy several sharp slaps. It doesn’t hurt, but it surprises me. “You like having your pussy spanked?”

Oh. My. Gawd.

I want to cover my face with my hands. Because I do. I do like it. So freaking much. How does he know that?

“Deke!”

He pat-slaps me a few more times, driving me wild, then lowers his mouth again and licks and sucks his way over all my bits.

“Deke, oh please.” I’m desperate for release now—it feels so good.

He finds exactly the right place and sucks hard, and I come, my legs thrashing wildly, my pelvis rolling and undulating as my channel clenches on nothing but air.

“That’s one.”

My eyes fly wide. Was he serious about giving me multiple orgasms?

I can’t deny how hot the scene is—I’m fully naked and tied to the bed, and he’s still fully dressed, the guy in charge.

Deke unties my wrists and drops beside me, then rolls us both to our sides. I’m tucked right against him, my small legs tangled with his huge ones.

“Open your legs, baby,” he instructs. His hand is already slipping between my legs. Yes! My hips tilt to greet him again. He palms me, holding my throbbing sex right in his calloused hand. One finger rubs over my entrance, while his palm grinds against my clit. I instantly soak his finger with natural lubricant, my body eager for his touch. His digits are huge, but he works one into my entrance.

“Deke.” I’m caught up in a sudden blaze of heat. His hot breath caresses my ear, and his hips grind into my backside. The rough edge of his long finger catches my clit and sends a shock of pleasure shooting through me. The sensation’s so sweet it’s almost painful. I cry out and twist my hips, trying to roll away, but Deke is half covering me with his body, and his arm is iron, immovable. And his fingertips gliding through the wet folds of my sex are so soft. His index finger flutters against my clit before he slides lower and inserts two fingers inside me.

Oh! That’s what I needed. Penetration. I cry out in pleasure, reaching down to grip his wrist and guide him deeper.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take it, Sadie. Take what I give you. Take everything you need.”

It’s so good. I surrender, allowing the pleasure to build and build, the fire in my belly getting hotter.

“Deke!” My cry