Fox, Morgan - Ravished by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

“As true as that may be, I’d prefer not to fuck you with an audience present.” His eyes drilled into her, narrowing into thin slits as he said, “Unless, of course, this is just another one of your cock teases and you’re really too scared to follow through. Using Reyes—”

“I didn’t say I was scared, asshole,” she snapped at him as she jumped into the passenger side of his truck and slammed the door. She stared out the front window of the truck. “Now drive before my drunken buzz wears off and I end up changing my mind because I can’t stand the sight of you.” She folded her arms over her chest and huffed out an annoyed breath as she thrust her back against the seat. Her pouting pink lips, piercing emerald-green eyes, and rosy cheeks were too beautiful not to appreciate.

Forcing back his eager grin, he put the truck in drive and revved the engine, roaring out of the parking lot. Good thing his apartment was close enough that he didn’t have to worry about driving too far. Sure, he could handle most distractions while driving, but driving with an erection, sitting next to the woman he’d always dreamed of fucking, was a whole new kind of adventure. One that left him beyond distracted.

Her scent was maddening, making him greedy with hunger to stop the truck, kiss the sassy wickedness right out of her mouth, pull her beneath him, and show her the beast inside him, the one that had always longed for her. Damn, the things he wanted to do to her, with her. He groaned, feeling the pressure of his cock lying snug and tight against his jeans.

If he thought he could’ve fucked her in the parking lot and not looked like a randy teenager fumbling to find his cock in the dark, he might have tried. There was something burning inside him that told him he had to do things right with Megan. Had to show her just what she could’ve had all those years.

Pride was blaring inside his brain, his heart banging like a drum, and his chest pumping out like a wolf preparing to claim his mate. Primal needs were taking over his thoughts. He needed this night because he should have had it years ago, and it was important to him to satisfy her better than Jonah could, or anyone else for that matter. Hell if he knew why it was so significant, it just was.

“I thought you lived close,” she said, breaking the moment of silence.

“I do. Now shut up and let me drive. Shit, woman, you never know when to just sit there and be quiet.”

“Don’t start that bullshit with me, Dominic. I’m not one of your men you can just boss around,” she reminded him. She inhaled a deep breath. “Can’t we just pretend for one night that we might actually like each other? We can go back to hating each other tomorrow if it makes you feel better.”

For whatever reason, the words she spoke twisted his gut into a million knots. His chest felt tight and strange as he processed her request. Why did he have to pretend he liked her? Why did he seem to get so angry whenever she was around? Truthfully, he’d never taken the time to process what he felt for Megan. He didn’t want the reminder that she’d chosen another man over him. She was the one who decided to walk away, after all, not him.

His mind echoed with memories of the past and hating her was never what he had intended. If he were truly honest with himself, he’d admit to her that he didn’t hate her now, but all he had the courage to do was nod in agreement and stare out the windshield.

A short time later, he pulled into his apartment parking lot. He exited the vehicle, and without looking back at her, he trudged his way toward his apartment on the third floor.

The community he called home was in Uptown Dallas. It was an elegant and lavish apartment building, a very significant contrast to the way he looked. Dominic saw himself as hard as steel and menacing, full of unspeakable danger. Strangely, he found that humorous, a big, powerful lycan living in a highly secured and patrolled neighborhood. He’d never get tired of the stares from his neighbors each time they saw him. Even though he’d lived there for years, people looked at him as if he planned to attack them.

He invoked fear with just a glance, and he enjoyed tormenting those who were too ignorant to know better or too scared to figure out who he really was.

Catching a glimpse of strawberry-red hair, his thoughts raced back to the woman he was about to be wedged deep inside. The tightness in his chest seemed to squeeze the breath right out of his lungs. Why couldn’t he just do what he had to do? Why couldn’t he be a real asshole to her and just get it over with?

Because even though you try and act like a dick, you’re not. Fuck!
This conscience bullshit was starting to piss him off.

Grinding his teeth, he couldn’t do it, couldn’t just use her, even though he knew he should. When did he become such a softy? He took another step up the stairs and stopped, head craning up toward the sky. “Wait,” he groaned.

He turned to face her. Her bright green eyes were shining up at him, her lips slightly parted, lips he was dying to kiss, sample, savor, completely devour.

Swallowing, he asked, “Why are you here, Megan? Why did you let me bring you to my place?”

She shrugged. “Does it really matter why I’m here?”

“Yes, it matters,” he said instantly. “It shouldn’t, but it does.”

Her eyes narrowed, and her lips compressed into a thin line. She dug her hands into her hips. “Why do you think I’m here, Dom? I’m here for the same reason you want me here.”

Was that true? Did she want to be with him because every night she’d dreamed of being with him? Hated that she’d run off with his best friend? Hated that they had lost so much precious time apart? Did she care for him? Not a chance.

“Why do I want you here?”

He watched as her jaw shifted and squeezed, flexing as she clenched her teeth together. Her eyes scoured the ground, and she looked everywhere except at him. She sucked in a sharp breath and released it slowly.

“Look at me, Megan.” She did. Her eyes snapped up to meet his, and her heavy breaths moved from her chest and throat. “Why are you here? You don’t like me. You can’t even be in the same room with me without wanting to kill me. Why would you even give me the satisfaction of taking your body?” Again, his question was only met with silence. “Damn it, Megan, tell me,” he roared at her.

“Because I want to know, all right?” she yelled. “I want to know what it would be like to be with you. I want to know your touch, your taste, everything.” She pursed her lips together. “Call it curiosity, call it whatever you want.”

“Curiosity?” he drawled. “Then I’m just a fuck for you? An itch you want to scratch, is that it?”

“Did you expect more?”

He narrowed his eyes as he drank in her beauty. Even though she admitted she was only there to use him, he couldn’t stop the ache in his chest, the rolling of acid in his stomach. Had he actually expected her to confess her undying love and devotion to him? Not exactly, but then if that wasn’t it, why did he feel like she’d just ripped his still-beating heart from behind his ribs?

She might hold a lot of cards in this game, but she didn’t hold all of them. He would give her what she wanted, but he was going to be satisfied just as well.

“No,” he said softly. “I don’t expect anything other than your mouth on my cock.”

Her eyes rounded, and her mouth formed a small O.

With one hand, he unbuttoned his pants, and the zipper slowly slid down. The dark sprinkle of hair dipped into the shadows of his jeans.

“Take my cock out, Megan, hold it, touch it…put it in your mouth. Suck me. Learn the taste of my cum…if that is what you truly want.” His hand vanished inside his pants, and he stroked his shaft, her eyes devouring his slow pumping action. “Go ahead, Megan. Who cares if we are standing in the dark on the stairs, show me you’re not scared. Show me you’re not just a cock tease.”

Her eyes darted to meet his. “Stop calling me that,” she bit out.

He told her in a deep, hungry voice, “Stop making me call you that. Come on, Megan. What are you waiting for?”

Both of his hands slipped into his jeans, and the material slid down enough that his cock sprang out toward her. Her eyes swelled as she stared at his hard and ready dick.

He began stroking the full length of his cock in his hand. “Is this what we’re going to do all night, Megan? Are we going to stand here as I jerk myself off?” He released his cock, pulled his hands free of his pants, and acted as if he was prepared to re-button them. “Because honestly, I can do that without you.”

In that moment, she dropped to her knees, took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked him as if learning the size and feel of him. Oh, God, her touch was magic, burning him straight into his soul. His heart raced, a stampede of beats that thundered in his head, drowning out every other sound. She was going to be the death of him.

She moistened her lips, and slowing, maneuvered the head of his cock into the wetness of her mouth. The second her lips closed around his shaft and glided up and down in a slow, tantalizing caress, he thought he was going to come right then and there.

Unable to keep from touching her, his fingers wove into the soft strands of her hair. Her tongue swirled and flicked over the head of his cock. The fire raging inside of him, a flame she’d ignited, could easily melt the polar icecaps.

She worked his cock, sliding over his shaft, ravenous and hungry. Moaning, she pumped him vigorously with her hand while her mouth sucked him in deeper. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Clawing into his ass with her free hand, she tugged him closer, and the possessiveness she used on him turned his brain to mush. His body roared with energy, a tingling experience he’d never felt before. She made his body feel things he’d never imagined experiencing.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she let him fuck her mouth. The veins in his cock pulsing as he grew closer to climax. The deep sucking and slurping sound she made as she devoured his cock robbed him of breath.

In that moment, all thoughts fled his mind. A savage roar ripped from his chest. Gripping the back of her head, he held her close as he pumped his hot semen into her mouth. Like an angel, she drank him in, continuing to suck him until his hips finally stilled.

She stood, licking the corners of her mouth. She grabbed the keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of him. “I’m tired of this game, Dominic, and this conversation is over. Now, take me into your apartment or take me home. The choice is yours.”