Page 118 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Casey***

“Mmm….”

“Good morning, my queen.”

I open my eyes and he’s staring down at me, a beautiful

smile on his lips. It sure is a good morning waking up to that face.

“Good morning, Sir Alpha.”

“How do you feel?”

“Okay.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?”

“I remember changing… The next thing is you dropping Stone’s

head at my feet.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, actually. I remember you fucking my brains out.”

He chuckles, sliding his hand up my thigh. I wrap my arms

around his neck as he leans forward, burying his face in my neck.

“That’s your fault for teasing me.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining.”

“I thought so.”

I spread my legs, giving him access, but he just chuckles

and hops off the bed.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“Work.”

“Ugh! Now who’s the tease?”

He chuckles again, heading to the bathroom. I stretch

languidly in the huge bed, which now feels empty without him. I guess I

might as well get up, too. I slip into my robe and head into the bathroom. He

starts singing in the shower while I’m brushing my teeth.

“Any particular reason why you’re so happy, Sheriff

McKenzie?”

“Yeah.”

“Care to tell me what it is?”

“Look in the mirror, sweetheart.”

I do. The girl staring back at me has a face-splitting grin.

She also looks different. My skin isn’t as pale as it was before. I guess the

perfect tan is a wolf thing. I look positively radiant! My eyes are brighter,

my hair shinier. Huh… Maybe I should focus more on the positives—the main one

being the man singing away in the shower. I get to have him. Forever.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says. “Several, actually.”

I turn to face him as he slides the door back. My breath

hitches at the sight of him standing there, water glistening on his skin,

little droplets rolling down his chest, arms, stomach. Holy fucking hell, he’s

hot. My pussy twitches and I’m getting wet just looking at him.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

He grabs a towel, wraps it around his hips, and steps out of

the tub. I swallow hard, looking up at him.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to jump my lovely bones.”

“I do want to jump them. Repeatedly.”

Chuckling yet again, he grabs a smaller towel and begins to

dry his hair. I just want to lick the water from his body.

“We haven’t had sex in the shower. I want shower sex. Hot

Ethan shower sex.”

He raises a brow. “Ethan shower sex?”

“Yes, yours. Only yours.”

He takes a deep breath as if trying to control himself and

then offers me his hand.

“Come.”

He takes me back to the bedroom, and I sit on the bed, watching

him get dressed. As if the sight of him isn’t enough, his scent is driving me

nuts! Is this what I’ve been doing to him all along?

“Come back to bed.”

He stops in the middle of putting on his pants, one leg in,

one leg out. His eyes flash yellow then he blinks it away. I wish he didn’t

have this much self-control.

“As much as I’d love to, I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I have things to do. Stop whining.”

“Ugh! Fine.”

Once his pants and undershirt are on, he tosses me a T-shirt

and some pajama bottoms.

“Put those on.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

I hear a sound approaching and walk to the window. There’s a

construction truck heading this way. I glance at him suspiciously, but he just

smiles and continues to get dressed. I pull my clothes on, watching him the

entire time.

“Are you building something?”

“Come,” he says yet again. Will he ever just answer a

question?

I take his outstretched hand, and he leads me downstairs. Outside,

there are men unloading equipment and supplies in the driveway.

“What’s going on?”

“Well,” he says, “for one, I’m renovating the front yard.”

“Okay….”

A smiling man—the foreman, I assume—walks over to us and

shakes Ethan’s hand.

“Sheriff. Morning, ma’am.”

“Good morning.”

“Casey, this is Joe. He’s going to be responsible for the

renovation.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You, too. I believe this is yours.”

He hands me a rolled-up sheet of paper and walks off

whistling a happy tune. What the hell is going on? Out of the corner of

my eye, I see Ethan grinning. I unroll the paper and find the plan for the new

front yard. I scan it quickly but freeze when I notice the focal point. I

scream in excitement.

“You’re building me a fountain?”

Tossing the paper over my shoulder, I launch myself into his

arms, wrapping my legs around his hips. He lets out a deep-throated laugh and

spins me around while I pepper his face with kisses, shouting “Thank you!” in

between them.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

“I love you!”

“I love you, too. Now, let me show you the plans.”

I slide down, hopping from foot to foot like an over-excited

child as he retrieves the blueprint.

“It’s going to be right there in the middle of the yard,” he

says, pointing it out.

Next, he points to the drawing, and I give him my full

attention.

“This will be the pool of the fountain. It will be

surrounded by a hedge, but you can choose the flowers or whatever you want

there. Then the hedge will be surrounded by a bench where you can sit if you

wish.”

“Cool!”

“No, this is the cool part. Look at where the water

jets are.”

I look closely and see the jets are positioned in a special

order. Oh. My. God!

“‘C.B.’… My initials!”

“It’s yours after all.”

“Oh, Ethan, I love it!”

I move toward him, and he scoops me up, taking me inside.

“Now you can thank me properly,” he mumbles.

I press my lips to his—hard. He drops the arm holding my legs,

and I swing them around his hips, the motion sending him falling against the

door.

“Whoa! I forgot that you’re a lot stronger now.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“You need a lesson in patience, little lady,” he says, his

voice stern.

“Oh? Are you going to give it to me?”

He starts moving, but not to the bedroom where I expected

him to go. Instead, he walks toward the far end of the house, in the direction

of his office. Closing the door behind him, he lets me slide down his body.

“What are we doing in here?” I ask.

“Teaching you a lesson.”

“Ooh…” My eyes widen in anticipation. “Are we going to play

the naughty professor?”

“You know, the good thing about you not being human anymore is

I don’t have to worry about hurting you. I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

Gulp. What the fuck does he mean “hold back”? You

mean all along, I’ve been getting what he thinks is half-assed lovemaking?

Fuck.

“Um… I, uh… You should get going. You’ll be late. Have a

good day, sweetie.”

I kiss his cheek and get ready to dash out of the office,

but he grabs my hand and reels me back in.

“Uh-uh. Get back here.”

He shoves me toward his desk, and I have to grab the edges

to keep from falling. Turning, I watch him approach with a menacing grin, slowly

unbuckling his belt. It’s not a scary menacing, just an “I’m going to fuck you six

ways from Sunday” menacing. I instantly get wet.

“Ethan, please.”

“You’ve been asking for it all morning, haven’t you?”

He grabs my shoulders and turns me around, roughly pulling

me against him. His erection digs into my ass cheek, and I feel my juices

trickling down my thigh.

“Is this what you want?”

His warm breath caresses my ear, making my whole body shake

with desire.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He presses his palm into my upper back, bending me over the

desk. His fingers curl into the waistband of my pants, ripping them from my

body. The material falls away, leaving me exposed to him. His hands move slowly

up my inner thigh, gently massaging. When his fingers encounter a wet spot, I

can almost hear him smiling.

“You want it that bad, huh?”

“Ethan—”

Smack! No sound leaves my mouth at the unexpected

contact between his palm and my ass cheek. Holy fuck! Where’s he been hiding

this side of himself? I squirm beneath him, and his palm connects with my

other cheek. I cry out, but not from pain.

“You like that,” he proclaims.

Fuck, yes!

“Put your knee on the desk,” he says as his fingers find my

dripping pussy.

I kick off my torn pajamas and hurriedly follow his

instruction. That was no cop voice. This voice demands compliance. This is alpha

Ethan. My alpha.

Two fingers slide inside me, and he moans.

“Every… fucking… time.” Leaning over me, he shows me his wet

fingers. “Who’s that for?”

“You.”

His palm comes down on my cheek harder than before, and I

scream as my muscles clench.

“I can’t hear you.”

“You, Ethan! Only you!”

Oh, God, the torture! What is he doing to me? I move

my hips against him, letting him know I need him inside me. The head of his

dick brushes against my clit and I groan in agony. As he slides it along my

lips, I lean back, trying to sink down his length.

“You belong to me.”

“Oh, God, yes!” I shout.

He steps away, leaving me panting. What the hell is he waiting

for?

“Not yet, Miss Bryan. This is a lesson in patience,

after all.” I groan in frustration, my pussy aching from wanting him. “You look

so beautiful like this.”

He steps behind me once more, his dick between my thighs.

One hand caresses my ass cheek while the other circles my clit slowly. His hand

comes down on my flesh again. This time, there’s no pain, only pleasure.

“My pussy.”

“It’s yours. All yours.”

Next, his lips are on my stinging behind, kissing it better.

His fingers continue to torture me, and I writhe helplessly beneath him. When

he moves away again, I groan in protest. He walks around the desk, and I look

up to see his gorgeous dick staring at me; he’d just undone his button and fly

and released it. I stare back at it, entranced. It’s big… so big… and hard, resting

on his stomach. It’s calling to me. I reach out to touch it, but he slaps my

hand away.

“Don’t.”

I watch him as he completes a circle around the desk, moving

out of sight to stand behind me once again.

“On your knees.”

I scramble down to the carpeted floor and kneel before my alpha.

It’s like all my inhibitions jumped out the window.

“I remember a certain drunken request you made. Consider it

granted.”

I know exactly what he’s talking about. I crawl forward and

lightly trail my fingers along his shaft; it jumps at my touch, and I lean

forward, placing a soft kiss on the head. I lick the pre-cum from my lips and

kiss him again. Moving down his length, I drop light kisses on the way. I do

the same coming back to the head and then move down the other side. I return to

my starting point and part my lips, slowly swirling my tongue like a French

kiss. A dick French kiss. I bite back a giggle.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I look up at him and find Sheriff’s eyes staring back at me.

I hold his stare, wrapping my lips around him. He moans and grabs my hair,

forcing himself farther into my mouth. The moment I start sucking, he pulls

back.

“Enough.” He jerks his head toward the desk. I move back to

it and resume my position. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Oh, yes. Ethan… please.”

He grabs my hips and I cry out as slams into me. If not for

his hold on me, the force would have propelled me across the desk. He pulls

almost all the way out and surges forward again.

“Mine!” he growls.

“Yes!”

He begins to move, setting a punishing rhythm. I reach back

and grab hold of his wrist as my knee rubs against the surface of the desk. My

body is screaming in ecstasy, but I realize I’m actually screaming, too. The

desk rattles and various objects fall to the floor. He swipes his finger across

my lips and up to my anus. He does it again, pressing his slick finger against

the opening. Oh, God, he can’t mean to… Oh!

“Ethan!”

His finger slips inside, and there’s a momentary ache. It’s

quickly forgotten when his other hand curls around my hips and his fingers find

my clit. The stimulation… Pleasure is coming at me from all angles—his dick in

my pussy, finger in my ass, and fingers on my clit. I writhe beneath him,

crying out because I have to release these sensations bursting inside me.

“That’s it. Feel me, Casey.”

No, it’s too much… Oh, but mercy, it feels so good!

“Oh, my… Fuck!”

I grab the edge of the desk as a tidal wave crashes into my

body, pushing me to shore and then dragging me back in, threatening to pull me

under. My muscles spasm out of control, and his hands leave me. He leans in,

sinking his sharp fangs into my shoulder as I scream his name, tears falling

from my eyes. I collapse on the desk because there is nothing else I can do.

Vaguely, I feel him lifting my leg, the one perched on the desk. He uses it to

flip me onto my back without even pulling out.

“Casey?”

I force my eyes open and gaze into the face of the man I

love. He doesn’t look like a predator anymore.

“Yes, Sir Alpha, sir?”

He smiles and leans in, kissing me softly. His hand slides under

my T-shirt to cup my breast as he begins to move again. His lips travel down to

my neck as his fingers tweak my too-sensitive nipple. I wrap my legs around his

hips and bury my fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Casey, I swear I feel like more than an alpha when I’m

inside you. I feel like a god.”

“Ethan….”

I need him to come. I need to feel him spilling himself

inside me and to see the look on his face when he does it. I clench my muscles

around him, tightening my legs around his hips. This always does the trick. He

stands upright, placing his thumb on my clit as he increases his pace. His

thumb moves in circles, sending me up the mountain once again. This time, when

I jump off, he’s right there with me. As tremors rock our bodies, we call each

other’s names and rest in a sweaty heap on top of his desk.

“Jesus, woman.”

“Jesus, man.”

“Okay?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m fabulous.”

His expression changes yet again and my alpha returns.

“You’ve made me late for work. Pick this stuff up and meet

me upstairs.”

He turns on his heels and walks out, not giving me a

backward glance. What’s going to happen upstairs? My body shivers in

anticipation. I hurriedly return his desk to order then take the stairs two at

a time, my tattered pajama bottoms under my arm. He’s in the shower. Does he

want me to join him in there?

“Don’t,” his voice comes from the bathroom.

What, can he read my mind now? I drop my torn pants in the

trash and slip my robe on. I guess I’ll wait here… patiently.