Fox, Morgan - Tempted by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Morgan Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

over again, pounding hard like hammering nails. He was splitting her in two, and she couldn’t get enough.
    Arching her hips she took him all the way in. Growling, his face strained, his eyes rolled back in his head. She felt the heat of his body like a warm soothing blanket. She missed him, the euphoric connection she shared with Sebastian—it was like being reborn.
    Sensations speared her clit as he stroked it, fingers pulsing against her nub as intensely as he was probing inside her body. With determined hips, he arched deep, filling her body. Breathing hard, she screamed for more, begging him to ride her harder and faster, encouraging him to make her come. He groaned as her warm wetness enveloped him. Capturing her waist, he flipped her over, grabbed her hips, and shoved his cock back into her slick pussy—no hesitation. On her hands and knees, he fucked her hard and fast, drilling deep, over and over again. His hips plunged forward as he pulled against her hips, trying to take her as far as he could.
    Leaning over, pressing against her back, he sank his teeth into her shoulder blade, but not piercing the skin. She gasped and writhed in his arms. One arm snuggly wrapped around her waist, the other kneading the swaying breasts.

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    His chest rumbled as her body shivered from his bite, her excitement filled his senses. He felt just how much, as her pussy gripped hold of his cock with a vengeance. Her sweet cunny gushed around his shaft, clamping around him like a fist. She was coming. Her wild and fluttering moans tearing from deep in her throat were driving him mad, flooding his mind with tingling desire.
    He held her close as her breathing steadied. Then the beast took over, slamming to the hilt over and over again, diving as deep inside her body as his cock could go. The tight feel of her pulsing pussy had him grinding his teeth.
    The fire of his orgasm raced to the surface. A thunderous roar ripped from his chest, his fingers digging into her hips as he rocked forward one last time, filling her sweet cunt with his release.
    Dropping to the bed, he pulled her against him and closed his eyes, regaining control over the beast. He prayed he hadn’t hurt her, prayed she would find a way in her heart to forgive him for what he felt was a needed separation, one he since discovered was impossible to manage—and a giant mistake.
    He needed her, loved her. Being without her had been like living without air. He hadn’t been able to function most days as the mating heat was a constant reminder of the woman he had left behind, consuming most, if not all, of his thoughts.
    Lucky for him, he hadn’t lost his sanity until a day ago, when he went on a drunken bender to ease his burning mind and loins. The mating heat was difficult to manage at the beginning, but not impossible.
    In the few weeks he had been apart from Brie and Jonah, he traveled to Scotland. Met with a man who was most helpful, especially once he realized just what Sebastian was. Little persuading was necessary at that point.
    He also managed to track down Mason Levi, but still hadn’t been able to find a way to destroy the were-...whatever the fuck he was. That information still eluded him. Finding out exactly what kind of creature Mason was had to be top priority. Maybe once they discovered what pack Mason belonged to, they could use those other were-animals as allies—allies that understood the dangers in allowing an infected creature to run rampant.
    He would need both Brie and Jonah’s help to do this, and he was sure neither one of them would object. Even without the mating heat, they had always worked well together as a team. Over the last four years, the three of them had worked side by side, learning each other’s behaviors and pet peeves. No one else on earth would make better partners than them. He wished he figured this out sooner because being without her had nearly cost him everything.
    Maybe it had, he thought, rubbing a stiff hand over