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

my wolf—bare all my secrets to her—but when she gave me an excuse not to, I took it.

Telling her is forbidden. I know what Rafe would say. What he’d say about all of this.

But I can’t hold back where Sadie’s concerned. Everything about her feels right. Her scent. The way her presence both calms and incites my wolf, her sweet, sweet acceptance of my dark side.

I love her.

I’m not sure I even knew what love is until this moment.

Wolves don’t think in those terms. We mate by scent, by fate, not by human emotion. But what I feel for Sadie is real. It’s beyond scent and the drive to mark her. It’s about who she is. How she makes me feel. The man I want to be for her.

I want to keep Sadie Diaz. Mate her. Marry her. Everything.

The moment she gets my pants down my hips, I step out of them and walk her backwards to the bed. Her knees hit the mattress, and she falls backward, my hand behind her head to gentle the landing.

I crawl over her, then remember a condom. I quickly kick off my briefs, retrieve a rubber and come back to the bed.

Sadie’s wearing a tiny thong. Her skin glows bronze in the moonlight. I bite the string of the panties and drag them down her legs with my teeth. Her laughter is musical and sweet. I kiss my way up her leg, starting with the calf, moving to the inner thigh and up to the apex. I lay a soft kiss on her mound, then push her legs open.

“Spread for me, baby,” I tell her.

She moans softly before my tongue even touches her. I lick into her, parting her lips and dragging my tongue through her wetness. I swirl around her entrance then around her clit.

“You’re so good at that.” She sounds breathless. Already desperate. I want to keep her that way all night long.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” I boast, sliding a finger inside her.

She squirms to take it deeper, and I back it out and slip in two digits, using them to caress her inner wall. I find her G-spot, feel the tissue tighten beneath the pads of my fingertips.

Her legs thrash around me, and she cries out. I lave her clit, suck the tiny nubbin as I continue to rub her G-spot.

“Deke! Oh God, it’s so good.”

I hum against her flesh. Or maybe it’s a growl. It doesn’t matter. I’m in control. She’s given me strength with her trust. I’m not going to mark her. I’m going to make her come like she’s never come before.

I pump my fingers, bumping into her G-spot with each thrust. She screams and tears at my hair, pressing my face into her flesh, even though I never stopped sucking that sweet little clit.

Her hips jerk and convulse. Her channel squeezes and pumps my fingers as she comes. I stop pumping while she goes off, then slow my stroking, bringing on a second release. I release my suction-hold on her clit and flick it with my tongue. A third after-shock rolls through her.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “Deke. It’s so good.” She tugs my ears to lift my head from her swollen flesh. “Come here,” she begs. “I need you inside me.”

I grin, her juices coating my lips. “I am inside you.” I stroke her G-spot again to remind her, and a fourth tidal wave hits.

“What about…. Um… fucking me so hard?”

A chuckle rumbles out of me. “Sadie Diaz, did you just say fuck instead of fudge?”

She laughs. “It seemed appropriate.”

“Mmm.” I crawl up over her. She’s right. It does seem appropriate. I pick up the condom package, which I’d dropped on the bed, and rip it open. “I did promise you a good fucking, didn’t I?”

“Uh huh.” Her knees drop open, and her eyelids droop in anticipation. She may be sweet, but she’s not prude. She’s adorable.

I roll the condom on and rise up on my knees, lining the head of my cock up with her entrance. “Making you come is a fucking priviledge, Sadie Diaz.”

Shit, I have zero filters tonight. The relief of having my darkness exposed to her and her acceptance of it utterly changed me.

A shiver ripples through her, and her kiss-swollen lips part. She reaches for my cock and fists it firmly, guiding me in. “I need you,” she repeats.

Fuck. I need her, too.

So badly.

One stroke inside her, and I’m lost. The moon already has my blood hot. My canines lengthen, but I close my mouth firmly around them. I’m going to keep control. For Sadie, I can do it.

I slam into her with more force than I intend, but she arches and moans with satisfaction, as if it was exactly the thing she needed. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

I ease back and slam home again, firm and sure. Her head slides up the bed, and I have to catch her shoulder to keep it from hitting the headboard.

“F-fuck me, Deke.”

I don’t know why hearing her say the word fuck undoes me. Because it’s so unlike her. Because it means she really wants this.

I snap my hips faster, plunging in and out, watching her face for signs I’m being too rough.

I don’t see any, though. She seems to want every bit I want to give. She’s gorgeous—her thick, dark hair spread out on the pillow in a halo around her head. Her beautiful breasts pointing toward the ceiling, nipples tight and eager for my mouth. I bend and take one between my lips, sucking it.

She moans her pleasure.

The sound makes me snap my hips hard again, the pressure building at the base of my spine.

“Yes,” she encourages.

I suck the other nipple, so it doesn’t feel left out.

She pinches one of mine, which makes me smile.

“You want it hard?” I ask, belatedly, because I’m already fucking her hard. Maybe I just need to be sure.

“Yes!” she agrees. “I want it so hard.”

“Oh fuck.” I