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

sounds alarmed, but if I’m scared, it’s only because I’ve never felt such pleasure.

“Take it, Sadie.” Deke’s breath rasps in my ear, almost like he’s as tortured as I am.

Stars burst behind my eyes. I climax again, gasping in Deke’s arms. He doesn’t move, doesn’t let me move and keeps his palm grinding right against the spot, right there, chasing the aftershocks. My legs scrabble over the covers, and I writhe in his arms, but he holds me fast, making me feel the pleasure in its every exquisite expression. And when it fades, I’m still in Deke’s arms, snug and warm.

Totally blissed out.

I’m sticky with sweat. My hair is mussed in the best way—great sex hair. I rise from the bed and glide to the mirror where I can stare at the bright eyed goddess I am. My lips are puffy and parted, my cheeks are flushed orgasm pink.

Deke follows me, a dark shadow hovering at my back. I lean back into his chest, and his arm comes around me, securing me against him. He blew my mind in bed, and he didn’t even take off his jeans.

His dark eyes dance in the mirror. His whisper tickles my ear. “Feel better?”

“Oh yes.” I turn and put my hands on his chest. “But what about you?”

His eyes seem to change color the way they do sometimes—from brown to a glowing green. With a pained expression, he takes a quick step back from me. “I’m good.”

I try not to be disappointed that he’s not interested in reciprocation.

This is not a date.

The only thing that confuses me is the size of the bulge in his jeans.

Deke

Oh fuck.

I have blue balls the size of my fist. I am fully willing to suffer them to deliver Sadie’s satisfaction. Hell, I would take any level of torture to ensure her comfort and ease this weekend.

But it would be so much easier if she didn’t seem hurt that I didn’t accept her offer to return the favor.

I mean—fuck! If she only knew how much I want that. I would give both nuts to have her small hand wrapped around my cock. Or those sweet, soft lips. But my wolf’s getting aggressive.

He seems to be laboring under the impression that Sadie is mine. Ours. Whatever.

That means the urge to mark her is starting to fray my control.

My wolf doesn’t give a fuck that I can’t mark her.

He doesn’t care that mating is off-limits for all members of the Shifter Op team but particularly for me. I’m not even remotely safe for a human. I shudder, the thought of actually hurting Sadie if my wolf won control striking real fear into me.

Which makes my wolf snarl protectively.

Oh Fates. Maybe I took on more than I can handle by coming here.

Now I have to go downstairs and interact with a packed room of humans while my wolf is feral as hell. I look out the window, trying to figure out if I have time to get out there and shift.

But no, Sadie needs me. And she is priority one.

I have to get through this insane human tradition of a wedding and keep my wolf in check. And speak in full sentences. And look presentable.

For a guy who has been on the team that toppled entire regimes at the orders of his president, this mission should be a piece of cake. Why does it feel like the most difficult op I’ve ever been on?

Because I’ve never cared so much about an op as I do this one.

That’s what Sadie does to me.

When it’s about danger, about eliminating enemies, I have it covered. Even when I lose control of my wolf, he’s still always on point. The job gets done, even if it’s bloodier than expected. But in this case, my wolf could hurt Sadie if I lost control, and he marked her. He could even kill her. Humans are fragile creatures. One slice of an artery, and she would—

Fuck, I can’t even think about it.

And then there’s the issue of the ex. I think I have myself under control, but if my wolf thought she was under threat, even mildly, the results could be deadly.

I clear my throat as Sadie flits about the room. “Okay if I use the shower?”

“Yes, of course. Go for it.” She flashes me the kind of smile that lights up a room, and my heart tumbles off the cliff into Sadieland.

I make myself move, getting into the bathroom and stripping off my clothes. I’ll feel better once I’ve rubbed one out thinking about my beautiful—

No, not mine.

She’s not my beautiful anything.

She’s a mission. A mission I will not fuck up.

I turn the water to completely cold and step under the icy spray. Anything to subdue this raging lust licking at my ears. It doesn’t make a dent in the inferno that’s my body. I bring my fingers—the ones still covered in her scent—to my nose and inhale deeply. My cock juts out and bobs, and I grip it firmly, jerking myself off remembering the incredible sound she made when I brought her to orgasm.

Sweet Sadie.

My beautiful human.

No, not—

Mine, my wolf rages.

And I let him. Just for the moment. Because the lights are already dancing behind my eyes, and my thighs are already starting to shake. I bottle up the roar rocketing from my throat and come all over the expensive tile walls.

And dammit, I only feel marginally relieved.

The need for Sadie Diaz is consuming me.

Chapter 9

Sadie

I wear a dress and heels to the party. Once I’ve tamed my hair and put on my pearls, I look more presentable, but my cheeks still have that orgasm flush. Deke wears a fresh white t-shirt and a nice pair of black jeans. He shrugs a short-sleeved button down over the t-shirt, which he leaves untucked. I think this is his version of dressing up. With his huge size and tattoos, he still manages to look every bit as dangerous as he does in his leather.