Page 81 of Marked By Moonlight
A bark rings out, followed by a loud growl that grabs everyone’s attention.
I grin, knowing it can only mean one thing. The fight has ended, and one of them has won.
Anticipation races up my body, and I can barely stay still even though I’m being held up in the air by several strong arms. I lick my lip, waiting for the man to come into view—the winner.
It doesn’t matter what he looks like. I want them all. I don’t care who’s first and who’s last.
A man steps from the shadows and settles between my legs.
I gasp at the sight of him. He’s beautiful with his sweeping blonde hair, long black eyelashes, and crystal blue eyes. But that’s not the part of him I care about. My eyes roll down his body, quickly assessing whether he’ll be able to do the job or not.
I bite my lip when I see what’s hanging between his legs. Hard, long, and ready to impale me—his cock has me drooling.
“Like what you see?” his deep voice asks.
“Let’s see if you know how to use it.”
He chuckles. “I think you’ll be more than pleased.” He starts to walk between my legs as the other hands continue to tease and taunt my body. Flicking and rolling my nipple between their fingers, brushing the shell of my ear, dancing up my thighs.
I’m going to combust as soon as this male touches me. I know it. I almost want to tell the others to slow down so I can savor this moment. But I’m too riled up, too needy.
I try to buck my hips, try to strain closer so he will get to me faster. But the man is taking his sweet, sweet time crossing the couple of feet to me.
He’s so close.
And then, he kneels.
My jaw slackens. “Wait—” I start, needing him standing so he can fuck me. But then a hot breath blows over my pussy, and his tongue licks up my slit.
I shutter at the heat of his tongue. My thighs begin to squeeze tight before strong hands pull me apart wider, not letting my thighs move an inch together.
The second this man’s tongue touches my pussy, he becomes ravenous. It’s like he tasted me and now needs to taste every fucking drop of me.
His tongue sweeps up and down my slit, making me squirm and writhe in the men’s arms until I’m not sure if they are going to be able to hold me up. The moans slipping from my throat and parted lips are constant. Each lick of his tongue against me has me on the edge of an orgasm that may break the spell I’m under.
I frown as the word spell spills into my head. I don’t know why it gives me pause, but it does.
Until his teeth nip at my clit, and then his tongue dips inside me.
“More,” I moan, not able to say more. But I need more than this. I need to feel his cock slamming inside me. That’s the only thing I can think about. It’s my all-consuming thought.
I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.The thoughts float through my head over and over and over again.
But the man isn’t listening. His tongue is still torturing my clit and then trying to fill me. His tongue, while incredible, could never replace his cock.
“Fuck me,” I finally bark out the order.
I can feel his smile against me at the command. Then I feel the cool breeze against my bare, swollen lips again.
I crane my head, looking down to see if he’s finally going to fuck me. But what I see isn’t the man. What I see are the most intense glowing golden eyes I’ve ever seen. All of their eyes areglowing and yellow right now. But this man’s are brighter and more intense than anyone else’s.
There’s something I’m missing, something I’ve forgotten.
I feel something pressing at my entrance. Something hard and slick and straining. But I don’t acknowledge it. I don’t want it. Those eyes.
Him.
Alpha.
