Luna Junction 1 Feasts with Wolves (W) by Sage Domini Read Free Book Online Page A

rewarded with Cade’s wild moan which pushed me
upwards into another devastating peak of bliss. The heat I felt
coating my insides was at first puzzling. Cade clutch me tightly,
forcing my body to rise against his chest as he came, releasing a
veritable flood of his hot seed. His howl caught me off guard for
part of my mind had forgotten that Cade Landon was not just a
man.
    He slowly loosened his grip and I fell
back to the bed. Cade’s hot climax dripped down my thighs. I knew I
should be somewhat alarmed since birthing werewolf babies wasn’t
high on my list of priorities but I was strangely excited. I
reached down and touched the sticky warmth, feeling it slide
between my fingers. Cade watched me as I tasted his salty
essence.
    Suddenly he toppled me backwards, his
broad chest and shoulders hovering above my prone form. I started
to touch him but the fierce look in his eyes changed my mind and
once again I was reminded that this had not been a strictly normal
coupling. He loomed over me, securing my arms above my head. Was I
in for some sort of post coital werewolf wonder?
    “ I told you what would
happen if I took you,” he said.
    I thought for a moment.
What had he said again? If I take you even
once, then you will be mine . I had thought
it was a strange, possessive thing to say but at the moment my
libido was screaming more loudly than reason. “Yes,” I whispered.
Was he going to lock me away and turn me into his sex slave? Did I
mind if he did??
    “ I want you to stay here
with me Tatum. Be my mate.”
    I considered. “Like a
wife?”
    Cade smiled. “Yes, similar to the
marriages in the human world. You will be my companion.” He
abruptly ground his hips against mine. “In all things. You will
pleasure me and I will do the same for you.”
    I was quiet for moment. I thought
about never again waking up to Julia From New York’s brash snoring,
about not rushing off to class with my teeth unbrushed, about not
suffering the uncertain fumbling advances of young men who were
little more than boys. I also thought about getting bodily rocked
by Cade Landon several times a day. No contest there. “Yes,” I
said, and met his hip grind with movement of my own.
    He entered me softly this time,
tenderly. We remained quietly joined for many moments, his
movements gentle. His hardened organ grew with intensity and he
could restrain himself no longer, plunging with urgent force. My
body was opening to the pleasure once more when he suddenly
withdrew. The hot spurt across my belly startled me and I looked
down. Cade gruffly rubbed his spilled ecstasy into my skin, across
my stomach and between my breasts. I felt the fluid begin to dry
stiffly and looked at him questioningly.
    He gave me another of his wry grins.
“Animals like to mark their territory.”
    I smiled and raised my hands above my
head, stretching deliciously. “And I’m your territory.”
    “ You are now.”
    I clucked. “I think I’ve just single
handedly set women’s liberation back a few centuries.”
    He toyed with my breasts. “And do you
care?”
    I shook my head. “Nope.”
    Cade’s fingers lingered over my
nipples, which hardened under his touch. Even though my legs grew
slightly numb under his heavy weight I didn’t want him to move. He
seemed to be considering my breasts with an odd degree of care. I
raised up on my elbows. “What’s wrong?”
    He shook his head slightly, running a
hand through his dark hair. “You’re perceptive Tatum.”
    Feeling suddenly vulnerable, my arms
covered my breasts. “Are you sorry?”
    “ For having you?” He moved
my arms and bent low, suckling my nipples for a long moment before
raising his head again. His voice was tense but filled with
certainty. “Hell no, I’m not sorry.”
    “ Then what is
it?”
    He sighed, rolling off my prone form
and looking moodily out the window. “I told you a little bit about
Luna Junction. About the other pack families.”
    “ You mentioned they’re not
real