Free Howling at the Moon: The Complete Series by Sasha Livingston Page A

vision cleared, I saw that he was naked. His skin smelled of soap and fresh pine cones.
    Under the covers, he snuggled next to me, spooning my body into his. Being here with Warren felt right. Through my pajama bottoms, I felt his thickness poking into my butt. Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore it, thinking that maybe I was overly excited with my delicate state. But he pulled me tighter, rubbing his hips into my ass. I wasn’t imagining this; Warren wanted me.
    He bit at my ear, small nibbles of my lobe that drove me insane.
    I felt conflicted. Should I ward off his advances, or should I succumb?
    Warren made that decision for me by fondling my softness between my legs.
    “I need you,” he breathed. His voice was a low hum into my ear. I turned to see his face. I had to look into his eyes to believe this.
    “Why?” With my hands pressing on the muscles of his chest, I searched for the truth in his eyes.
    “Being without you feels wrong,” he said touching my lips with his and pulling me in a python-like grip closer to his body. I felt myself creaming from his strength. I was breathing fast and heavy as if I were running furiously around a track. Instead, my mind was spinning with the possibilities. He wasn’t coming right out to say it, but Warren really wanted me here.
    Disappearing under the covers, Warren lowered himself between my legs. He pulled down my pajama pants and panties, leaving my bottom bare and exposed.
    “I want you.” he said from under the sheet. I felt his facial hair between my thighs, his breath tickling my sex. My heart stopped beating, waiting for him to make his next move.
    “He licked you?” he asked me from the sheets. I didn’t want to speak about that. In fact; I was trying desperately to forget about Mo having his hands and tongue anywhere near me.
    Warren repeated the question, louder this time, and peeled back the sheets. He was now looking at me, awaiting my reply.
    I could only nod. Admitting it out loud was too much for me to bear.
    “Like this?” he asked, plunging his tongue between my pink folds and traveling down to my opening.
    I clutched the sheets, squeezing the fabric as Warren assaulted me with his tongue.
    “Answer me!” he growled, sending chills through my body.
    “Yes! Yes!” I told him, frantic and afraid that if I didn’t answer him, he might swallow me up pussy first.
    “From now on, you belong to me. Only I can lick you,” he said with his tongue tracing my lips. Then he smirked. “I bet he didn’t do this.”
    He returned to the mound between my thighs and began working his tongue in and out of me, sending my body into involuntary convulsions.
    “Warren... please... ” I begged him. This teasing and licking of my sex only made me crave him more. I wanted to feel him inside me and had felt that way most of the day. This was just torture.
    “I want you to know that I am the only one that can lick you like this—ever. You will learn.” He pulled up my legs and held them back, pushing them upward as my feet nearly touched the headboard.
    I screamed, filling the house with my cries as he sucked my clit, forcing it to perk up to attention. I held my legs, squeezing my eyes closed, my mouth open and letting out moans and screams as Warren played my body like an instrument.
    “Warren!” I screamed his name. My room spun as his tongue swirled around my center. Quickly, he switched from licking me to plunging his cock inside me on a matter of seconds. Holding my legs in the same position, Warren pumped into me viciously.
    “You’re mine. All day, I’ve thought about it—pissed that you let him touch you.”
    His howl rocked through the house. Warren was in a zone, pumping into me with furious strokes of his hips. We were in the bed, but I felt like we were floating. My eyes were still cinched shut with my face contorting from the pleasure, and I imagined we were floating in the stars next to the moon, flying through the sky. I wished it could be