Howling at the Moon: The Complete Series by Sasha Livingston Read Free Book Online Page B

This was it; it was going to happen.
    Warren grabbed for my hips, and due to my extreme wetness, he entered me easily, filling me as my muscles clasped onto him. I let out a little breath as I grabbed for the bed sheets and clenched them in my hands.
    His pelvis smacking against my ass was like a thunderclap reverberating through the room as we made love. I moaned in perfect chorus with his low growling. I couldn’t believe he was inside me, massaging my sex with every thrust in and out of my warm, wet slit.
    As he thrust into me, I bounced back into him. Our synchronization sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, weightless in the embrace of such pure ecstasy. I wanted to cum for him. I wanted to feel him inside me all night.
    Warren grabbed a handful of my ass, slapping a cheek hard enough to sting as he picked up the pace. It must have felt as good for him as it felt for me.
    At that moment, I did the unthinkable. I pulled away from him, separating my sex from his.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked. Through the darkness, I could see his confusion.
    “Lay down,” I demanded, pulling him down onto the bed. He did as I requested, his member bobbing gently with each beat of his heart.
    I had always wanted to take over a man like this, and there was no better time than the present. Straddling him, I slid his thick, pulsating cock deep between my walls.
    I was on top, my hands on the hardness of Warren’s chest as we bounced and grinded our bodies together. My head rolled back with my eyes closed as we matched each other’s rhythm. He was now so deep inside me I felt his cock touch parts of my pussy that I didn’t even know existed.
    My body was happy, alight with bliss, until I heard something. The faint sound of a howl that was not from Warren pierced the night.
    Looking through the sheer curtains towards the forest, I saw it: steel grey eyes glowing at me through the darkness. It was him .
    “What’s wrong?” Warren asked from under me as he tried to sit up and follow my gaze.
    Afraid, I pushed him back down and began bouncing again, not answering his question. I squeezed my eyes tight, hoping that Mo would go away and not start any trouble. I had chosen who I wanted, and as the muscles of my pussy cinched around his cock, I heard Warren howl beneath me.
    “Say my name,” he growled, pulling me closer to him. The hair on his arms seemed to stand up, and his teeth grew long and sharp, just as Mo’s had been earlier in the shop.
    “Warren... Warren!” I sang his name as he nibbled on my ear.
    Thinking of Mo lurking nearby, I thought it would be better to send a message to him. As Warren bit harder and our fuck cadence intensified, I screamed his name at the top of my lungs. His moans and my screams mingled together until we both came, our bodies vibrating with pleasure as dampness forming between us.
    I had picked where I wanted to be, and that was with Warren.
    Another howl, this one louder than the last, shattered our euphoria. Warren lifted his head, looking towards the window.
    A crashing from the next room frightened us both. Warren growled and jumped up from the bed.
    “Stay here,” he commanded. Then he howled and leaped from the darkness of the room.
    My heart was hammering at a thousand beats per second as I listened closely for any sign of danger. A distant howl hit my ears again, but this time, it sounded further in the distance.
    “Warren, are you okay?” I called out to him. He didn’t answer.
    I got up and grabbed for my robe, tossing it on as I walked slowly into the living room. Standing there naked next to a field of broken glass was Warren.
    “What happened?” I asked. Then I saw what he was holding in his hands. It was my panties, wrapped around a brick and smeared in blood.
    “Oh my God.” I clasped my hand over my face and stepped back. It was Mo; he had taken this too far.
    Warren shook his head, looking from the window to the panty-wrapped