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

right then.” I duck my head to murmur in her ear, “But I’m gonna need one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“Take off your panties.”

Her eyes dilate, and the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils. “What? Here?”

“Uh huh. I want you bare and thinking about my mouth on your sex all night long. Anticipating what you’re gonna get when I bring you back to that room.”

A shiver runs through her, and her delicious scent increases. She glances toward the door to the hall. We can hear more guests laughing and talking beyond the hall, but the sound’s receding like they’re heading away. My shifter hearing will alert me of anyone who might interrupt us. I won’t let anyone catch us, but Sadie doesn’t know that, and I don't tell her. The thrill is half the fun.

“Better make it fast. Someone might come looking for us,” I tease.

“Oh God.” She scrambles out of her panties. I get a flash of bare leg and then her skirt falls back in place. But her cheeks are bright pink, the same color as her panties.

I hold out my hand for them. After a second of hesitation she drops the tiny scrap of silky lace into my big palm. My dick throbs. I close my fist, fighting the urge to do more.

“Deke?” She looks up at me so trusting.

I shove her panties in my pocket. “Let’s go, babe.” I claim her hand and tug her back towards the party.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. As we walk down the hall she keeps turning her head to check her backside as if she’s afraid her dress is riding up the back.

“Don’t worry about it,” I stop just before we exit the hall and smooth a hand down her bottom under the pretense of stroking her skirt. “I won’t let you moon anybody.” My wolf would happily take out any man who’s seen Sadie naked. I’ll be on guard the whole evening, just to make sure no one even gets close.

No one touches Sadie, no one but me.

I palm her ass, bare beneath the dress’s fabric, and squeeze.

“Oh God,” Sadie says again.

“Be a good girl,” I tell her. “And later I’ll give you your reward.”

Chapter 10

Sadie

I don't know how I get through dinner. I feel like there’s a giant neon sign above my head. SADIE DIAZ IS NOT WEARING PANTIES.

Deke’s the only one who knows. And the longer dinner and drinks stretch on, the more he’s dying to do something about it, I can tell.

It’s the first time in my life I’ve felt sexual power. Seeing him come undone with the blowjob started it. Now I’m receiving heated looks and low growls. Next time I lean in to laugh at something a guest beyond us said, I brush my breasts against his arm. His hard muscled arm.

The joke’s on me, though, because my nipples bead up beneath my dress.

Next I rub my foot against his long leg. He moves it, planting it in front of me. Then he puts his hand on my knee, and slowly slides his fingers up my thigh. My belly shudders in on a gasp. I’m afraid I’ll cry out if he reaches the apex, so I grasp his wrist just in time. His hand is so big, his long fingers are mere inches away from my pussy. My bare naked pussy.

My breath leaves and sucks in again. I’m feverish.

Beside me, Deke’s eyebrow flicks slightly, but other than that, he gives no sign that he was about to finger me right here, right now, right at dinner. Meanwhile, I’m a squirming mess. Unlike Deke, I don’t have a Sexy Seduction Stealth Mode.

“Are you okay, Sadie?” Brigit asks from across the table. “You look a little overheated.”

“Fine,” I gurgle and hold up my glass. “Just too much champagne. I might go get some water.”

“You have water right there,” Elana points to my glass.

“Oh right,” I grab it and rise. “I meant air. I need air,” I announce to everyone and scoot away from the table. I grab my cardigan, which I took off and hung on the back of my chair for dinner. I also make sure to hold my skirt down as I head out to the balcony, just in case it rides up.

The night has a bite to it, and it’s perfect. My heels clatter on the wood. I’m not dressed to stay out here long, but right now the chilly air and star-studded sky are what I need. I take a deep breath and another.

Then a shadow falls alongside me. Somehow Deke’s followed me without me hearing. His big boots make no sound on the wooden deck. Total Stealth Mode.

I check, but no one back inside noticed he’s slipped out here with me. They’re sitting at the restaurant table, talking and laughing with each other.

“You,” I accuse.

“Me.” He backs me up to the balcony ledge, where he bends me back and kisses me.

Heat rolls through my body, heady and potent, like I’ve drunk a draught of whiskey. The stars are spinning overhead when I pull away to gasp, “Deke. Someone might see.”

“Let ‘em see,” he growls. The rough stubble on his jaw scrapes my cheek. “Isn’t that why I’m here? To put on a show?”

I feel a flash of disappointment. Right. This isn’t a real date.

Only, damn—it was feeling so real. Is this all fake to him?

“You’re right,” I answer, acting as calm as I can. “Better kiss me again.”

“Oh, I’m going to do more than that.”

And he draws me deeper into the shadows. We move along the back deck, down the stairs and to a hidden corner that overlooks a stunning view of the range. On Saturday, the bride will get married with these mountains as a backdrop. But tonight they’re dark and somnolent giants, their rocky shoulders half blanketed with pine trees.

I follow Deke because he has a plan, but I stop a moment to take in the view.

“It’s beautiful out here,” I whisper. And shiver because what little