The full moon is still with us. Today, I’m posting a full moon excerpt from Moonlust, one of four werewolf tales from Moonlust (Box Set).
Sometimes Moonlust strikes where you least expect it. Even a true mate can need a little convincing.
Mating Moon: Leigh Kendale never wanted a tame wolf. Hudson Bast is anything but tame. Hudson lives on the edge, working a dangerous job that requires life and death decisions. Only true love can survive the forces that tear them apart.
Claiming Moon: Agent Jackson Graham been secretly in love with Grace for years, but this she-wolf is destined to mate with his cousin, York, but Grace has other plans. When Jackson and Grace’s paths cross again, he’s the buyer and she’s the contraband.
Moonlust: The moment Agent Ry Graham lays eyes on the Megan Andrews, he’s hit with Moonlust. She’s human and she’s in trouble. It’s his duty to turn her over to the local cops, but Ry can’t walk away.
Moonstruck: The moon is full, Pierce is sexy-as-sin and Agent Rilee Winter’s lycan blood is running high. She’s a cop. He’s a victim. She’s a werewolf. He’s human. It’s hot. He’s moonstruck. It’s complicated.
EXCERPT FROM MOONLUST
Ry took Mary’s hand, holding it until they reached his room. He wondered if Mary intended to offer sex in exchange for a place to hide. He wanted her, more than he’d wanted any female, wolf or human, in a long time, but Ry didn’t want sex on those terms, not ever, and never with her. Once inside, he drew her back into his arms for one more kiss before he sat her down to find out what the hell was going on.
Her mouth opened beneath his and Ry slipped his tongue inside to deepen the kiss. The full moon phase already had his blood running, and kissing Mary was like throwing gas on hot embers.
His blood was laser hot. A tremor, one commonly felt while shifting, ran along his spine. Fur sprang out, like a ribbon of hair running from his neck to his tailbone.
Mary moaned and burrowed against his chest, making Ry aware of the layers of clothing preventing skin-to-skin contact.
The need to strip her naked and take her here flashed through him. He pushed her jacket off her shoulders.
She shrugged out of the garment, letting it fall to the floor. Ry’s jacket followed hers.
The softness of her breasts pushing against his chest set off his sexual receptors. Fire flared inside him. He picked her up and pushed her back against the wall.
Shifting tremors rolled through him and fur sprang out on his legs and arms.
Ry grabbed mental control and the fur receded. If they’d been naked, he’d likely have scared her half to death. He broke the kiss and sucked in a slow breath. He was hard as stone. His heart was thundering and his blood racing.
Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath she took.
What the hell had just happened? It wasn’t his habit to shift during sex, especially with a human. That was a rule shifters kept sacred. Mary touched the alpha male, lycan part of him. That had never happened before.