Free Full Moon Rising by Keri Arthur Page B

his words and his aura suggested he was feeling the moon as strongly as I, and, missing brother or no missing brother, I was damn glad I'd come here today. Misha, the second of my usual lovers, was gentle and sweet, but Talon was fierceness and danger and excitement and power. When the moon rode me strongly, it was Talon I wanted.
    I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that what you always do?"
    His grin was wolfish. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed me close, until it felt as if he was trying to slip inside.
    "This time I shall fuck you until you cry my name to the moon." His breath caressed my mouth and his gaze burned deep, until it felt like his desire singed the very fibers of my soul. "Then I shall keep on going until you beg for me to stop."
    "That could take a while," I teased, my breath little more than a husky purr. "You sure you're up to it?"
    "You will ache for no other lover tonight, little wolf, be sure of that."
    I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down so I could kiss him.
    "Davern's finished," Talon said after a while. "I shall hire us a room."
    I smiled. The Blue Moon was the only club that actually had privacy rooms available to rent. There weren't many--four in all--but they were filled with all the latest gadgets to cater to the more adventurous types.
    If Talon was getting a room, he was truly serious about his hunger and his intentions, and expectation coursed through me. Normally, we made out at the tables or on the dance floor, and that was pretty damn fine. And while I couldn't give him the remainder of the day, an hour or two of hard and heavy loving would certainly cure more than a couple of aches.
    I flicked the top button of his pants undone and slid down the zipper. His erection leapt out at me, as if eager to be caressed. "Leave your pants hanging on the door so I know what room you have."
    He claimed my mouth as fiercely as he undoubtedly intended to claim my body later, kissing me hard and long. Then he spun and walked away, leaving every inch of my body thrumming in expectation. I took a deep breath, but it did little to ease the ache.
    After tying the ends of my shirt together, I made my way toward Davern. He was alone, nursing a drink, and looked up as I approached. He'd been drinking for some time because his eyes were more red than blue.
    "Hey, Riley? How are you?"
    I slid into the seat opposite him. He smelled of sex and sweat and alcohol, and I frowned. "I thought you were off the booze?"
    "Got dumped this afternoon," he said gloomily.
    It obviously wasn't too deep a relationship, because it hadn't stopped him taking other partners. "So?"
    "So, he was a good fuck and I'll miss him."
    I grinned and patted his hand in sympathy. "You drink too much more and you won't be up to finding more replacements tonight."
    "It'll only take an hour or so to sober up, and besides, I feel like wallowing in self-pity right now." The hologram lights caught his black hair as he leaned back, lending it rich claret highlights. "What can I help you with?"
    "I need to know where Rhoan is."
    He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
    "Because I have a gut feeling he's in trouble."
    The very lack of reaction in his bloodshot eyes told me just how little he cared for my brother--and for that alone, I wanted to smack his drunken ass.
    "Serious trouble?"
    I took a deep breath and blew it out. More to control that urge to hit him than anything else. "No, not serious trouble. I feel he needs help, that's all. He's gotten into a situation he can't extract himself from."
    Davern snorted. "He's always doing that, and he always gets out eventually."
    "Yeah, but this isn't a sexual situation." Yet even as I said it, I felt the slight lie. It
was
a sexual situation--sort of.
    Which made about as much sense as Rhoan's staying in a relationship so long with an uncaring nitwit like Davern. He had to be a damn good fuck because he certainly didn't appear to have much else going for him.
    "When did you last see