Free Luna Junction 1 Feasts with Wolves (W) by Sage Domini Page B

played at the corners of his mouth. I
knew I had pleased him by holding my own with the sheriff. I was
glad. Though I had plunged into this secret reality fearful and
unknowing, Cade Landon soothed my restless spirit. I had never
loved a man or been loved by one before. Cade was willing to endure
censure from his friends and face a disquieting unspoken menace
from the shadowy hunters in order to make me his mate. Mate . I smiled as the
word rolled through my head. It had sounded so odd to me at first,
though as I watched the muscles of his strong back flexing as he
casually lifted the giant table I realized how fitting it was. Even
as I adored Cade’s humor, his familial devotion, and the tenderness
of his caress, my body was also jarred by the deep curl of want
which would only be satisfied by his hard flesh pounding into my
open readiness. I dropped my jacket on the ground and walked over
to him briskly.
    He heard me coming and turned, a
question in his eyes. When I pulled my shirt over my head his mouth
widened in a knowing smile. I did not mind the bitter cold, so
fevered was my skin for his touch. As I flung away my bra, his face
moved to my exposed breasts and his smile disappeared, replaced by
the appetite of passion. I savored the way his eyes burned as I
playfully rolled down my jeans and then discarded my panties. His
clothing was swiftly abandoned and we faced one another under the
radiance of the moon. I was not embarrassed as I let my hands roam
my own hard nipples and finger the waiting moistness between my
legs.
    Then Cade could wait no longer. He
seized me and was instantly everywhere, fondling, stroking,
licking. I matched him eagerly, even bending between his legs
briefly and taking his solid organ in my mouth until he lifted me
roughly. My legs went instinctively around his hips as he pulled me
down to the ground with him. He lay back and gripped my hips so
that I remained upright, straddling him, as he pushed himself
inside of me.
    “ Ride me, Tatum Landon,” he
demanded and I was eager to obey. Our bodies found the rhythm of
nature and I let myself move with abandon as the pleasure throttled
us both again and again. Dimly I heard the howls of the running
wolves and there, under a Christmas full moon with my mate’s seed
releasing inside me, I answered with a howl of my own.
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