Free The Wolf Moon (an erotic paranormal romance) (The Wolf Ring) by Meg Harris Page B

her mouth and hands felt so right, as if he’d been waiting for it
for months. Waiting for her for months.
    Her hands
unfastened his jeans, and his erection sprang free, so hard and eager that he
flushed with embarrassment. But she didn’t seem at all surprised or taken aback
by his clear physical hunger. She went to her knees in front of him, pulled his
cock down a bit, and—
    He yelled.
    He couldn’t help
himself. He didn’t do this kind of thing with strangers, particularly not very
strange women wandering around naked in the woods. And yet he couldn’t hold
back his helpless cry of pleasure. The sensation of her hot mouth as it took
the swollen, wet head of his cock inside was almost too much to bear. It was so
intense it was nearly painful, and yet he craved more.
    She gave it to
him. Her mouth slid down the thick shaft of his cock, taking more of him inside
easily, her tongue caressing him from beneath, and his hips started to move
with no guidance from him. She felt like satin, smooth and hot—so very, very
hot— and he couldn’t stop himself from fucking her mouth.
    A corner of his
mind knew that this was very strange behavior for him. In fact, he’d been
acting rather strangely all night, ever since he’d given in to his restlessness
and headed off into the forest. His senses had seemed clearer—he’d been able to
see in the dark, he’d been able to scent her—and now his body felt her touch
more intensely than he’d ever felt anything before.
    He was vaguely
aware that he was still crying out, sobbing wordlessly, and that his hands had
captured her head. He’d dug his fingers into her luxuriant silver hair, and
that wasn’t the way he usually treated women when they did this for him, but he
just couldn’t bear for her to stop. The pleasure was so intense, the craving
for more stimulation so powerful, and the aching tension in his balls demanded
release.
    Heat built in
him, swelling until he thought he might burst into flames, and then it rushed
out of him with shocking suddenness, in a long, scalding explosion of rapture.
He was far beyond shock, too far gone to care about the strangeness of this
encounter. He was coming, coming down a beautiful stranger’s throat, in long
spasms of incredible rapture. He thought he might be screaming again, but
didn’t really give a damn. The sensation was glorious, an ecstasy far beyond
anything he’d ever experienced, and he had no control over his own reactions.
    When the last
spasms had faded, she released him, and he fell to the litter of leaves on the
forest floor, gasping for breath. The world was dark for long moments. But when
he could focus again, he looked around for her.
    She was gone.

 
 

 
 
 
    Chapter Two

 
    She’d been
looking for him for months.
    The next night,
Rhea Silverthorn stood in her back yard, gazing up at the moon. She’d been
exiled from the Ring for a year now, ever since Bryce had died. All because of Arthur.
    At the thought
of Arthur, the little hairs on the back of her neck rose, and she uttered an
involuntary growl deep in her throat. There were nights—oh, so many nights—
when she longed to go into the woods and hunt him down like the animal he was.
He’d killed Bryce, and then…
    Well, he
deserved to die.
    But she wasn’t a
murderer, so she consciously lowered her hackles, and thought instead of the
man she’d encountered in the woods last night. Even before she’d seen his
pendant, she’d known who he was. She’d loved and admired the elder Graeme,
who’d been nicknamed Gray, and she saw something of the old man in his
grandson. Something fierce and strong. Something proud
and resolute.
    Something
indomitable.
    Gray had led the
Ring for long years, led them with wisdom and kindness. But as he grew stiff
with age, he’d turned over the leadership to Bryce, her mate. Bryce had followed
in Gray’s path, ruling with a gentle paw, loved and respected by the entire
Ring.
    But scarcely two
years later,