Page 37 of Moon Destiny

He was on me in a flash, pushing me to my back as he took my lips in a scorching kiss. I arched, moaning when he sucked on my tongue. He snaked a hand between our bodies, gripped his shaft, and thrust inside me in one swift plunge.

I cried out, my sex clenching as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

He pulled back. “All right?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

A brief smile touched his lips. “All right.” He braced his weight on his forearms on either side of my head and began to move in earnest, giving me deep, thorough strokes that quickly had me rocking my hips up to meet him. Our faces were inches apart, which maybe should have been weird but wasn’t at all. His bright eyes held mine captive as he thrust again and again and again.

Then he changed the angle so his cock stroked my clit.

“Oh…god.” I shuddered as dazzling pleasure spun through me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his back to urge him deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. He thrust harder, his balls slapping my ass. The contact against my most sensitive place made everything that much hotter. The room filled with our panting breaths and moans of pleasure. My breasts jiggled, my nipples scraping his chest. Intense pleasure built between my thighs, ready to blast me apart in the best way possible.

Then, in an instant, he pulled out and flipped me over. Rough hands hauled me onto my knees, and he reentered me in a powerful thrust.

I gasped and braced myself as he launched straight into a merciless rhythm, pounding me from behind.

He grunted. “Almost…forgot…your punishment.” He slapped my ass, the crack obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“Ahh! Yes, please.” Heat licked through me, echoing the fire in my cheek. I went to my elbows, my ass raised high. Silently begging for more.

“You like that?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Just delivered another sharp smack that made me squeal. Then he seized my hips and fucked me harder. I buried my face in the sheets to muffle my moans. It was as fast and rough as he’d promised. I wanted it to last so I could keep chasing this feeling.

But I couldn’t hold on. I reached between my legs and found my clit. Between one breath and the next I was coming, quaking with the most powerful orgasm of my life. It started in my sex, swept down to my toes, and rushed everywhere else. I tensed and cried out, overwhelmed with sensation.

Hugh was right there with me. He thrust a final time and shuddered his release. It was fierce and powerful—hot jets I could feel even through the condom. After he was spent, he fell on top of me, then rolled us so he wasn’t crushing me. Cock still lodged deep inside me, he nuzzled the skin under my ear as his heart beat fast against my back.

My wolf reveled in the attention. Mate, it murmured in its way, floating in a sea of contentment. Sated and sleepy, I sighed and floated with her.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HUGH

I must have dozed off, because when I woke the bedroom was awash in the orange light of the setting sun. The bed was empty, but there was a long, golden hair on the pillow next to mine. I stared at it, disquiet swelling in my chest. My wolf had receded, its presence reduced to a faint blip in the back of my mind. The room smelled of sex and orange blossoms. My chest tightened.

What had I done?

Brooke emerged from the bathroom stark naked. She caught sight of me and smiled before strolling to the bed, her sleek body limned in golden light. “Hey,” she said softly, a satisfied smile on her lips. She put her arms over her head and stretched, unabashed in her nudity. She’d been the same during sex—completely uninhibited from the moment she’d entered the bathroom.

The constriction in my chest increased. I flung the sheets back, and the condom flipped onto the mattress. It lay on the white sheet like a deflated balloon. Or an accusation.

“Oh.” Brooke let out a nervous laugh. “I can get it.” She leaned forward. .

“I’ll get it,” I snapped, grabbing it and leaving the bed. I could feel her confusion as I brushed past her. I got rid of the condom in the bathroom and pulled a pair of gym shorts from the laundry bin.

She was still next to the bed when I returned. Her golden hair fell in a tangle down her back, and her nipples were a lurid pink. There were faint red marks on her hips and ass. From my hands, I realized.

“Put your clothes on,” I growled.

Her brows pulled together. “What is your problem?”

“Everything.” I gestured between us. “This. You shouldn’t be here. Not when you belong to Alex.”

She paled. “Alex?”

“Yes, Alex. My son. The one you were sleeping with. Or did you lose your memory when you took off your clothes?”

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