Page 65 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Ethan***

From behind, I slide my arms around her waist and press my

lips to her neck.

“You look so hot.”

“Ethan, stop!”

She giggles and bumps me with her sexy ass.

“Why? Come on….”

“No. Your brothers will be here any minute.”

“We have time.”

“No, we don’t. I’ve got to get this stuff finished before

your guests start arriving.”

I slip my hand beneath her dress, squeezing her thigh. Despite

her protests, she moans and leans closer. I don’t know why seeing her cooking

in my kitchen has made me so horny. No, it has to be the fact that we haven’t

made love in an entire week. But that can’t be it, either; I’ve gone longer

than a week without sex. It’s her. She’s had me in a constant state of arousal

since I met her.

“I’m still a little mad at you,” she says.

“This isn’t about the A/C, is it?”

“Yes, this is about the A/C. You shouldn’t have done that. I

was going to get it installed myself.”

“Excuse me for wanting to make my woman comfortable. You’re

the one who said it was hotter than the devil’s balls.”

She giggles and finally relaxes against me.

“If you behave, I have a surprise for you later.”

As my hand moves north, I kiss her neck, and she angles her

head to give me better access.

“Want it now,” I mumble.

I sound like a petulant child, but who cares?

“Ethan.” She turns in my arms, and I nibble at her lips. “What’s

gotten into you?”

“Baby, it’s been a week.”

“That was nature’s doing, not mine.”

“You’re off now, right?” I ask, even though my heightened

senses tell me she is.

“Yes, I am.”

I find her clit through her panties and push her against the

counter. She gasps, breathing heavily as I trail my tongue across her neck.

“Ethan….”

“I just want to be close to you.”

“How close?”

“You make me want to crawl out of my skin and into yours. That

close.”

“Fuck….”

I pull the straps of her dress down her arms, feverishly

kissing any exposed skin I can find.

“I want you.”

“Okay, okay, tell you what. Turn the stove off and meet me

upstairs in five minutes.”

“One.”

“Five.”

“Two?” I try again.

“Five.”

Shit. “Okay!”

I watch her rush off and then I turn off the stove. What the

fuck am I going to do for the next—I check my watch—four and a half minutes?

This waiting is killing me. What is she doing? I circle the living room

like a caged animal. Three minutes to go. Whoever said a watched pot never

boils wasn’t kidding; the more I stare at my watch, the more it seems like the

hands aren’t moving. I can’t take it anymore. I run up the steps and into my

bedroom, only to find it empty. She’s here. I can smell her.

“Casey?”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Her voice floats out from the

bathroom.

“Can you blame me?”

“Take your clothes off.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Did I mention that speed is a power of mine? I’m undressed

in two seconds flat.

“Sit on the edge of the bed and lie back,” she gives her

next instruction.

What does she have planned for me? Oh, God, I can’t wait!

“Close your eyes.”

I feel her presence the moment she walks in. The room is

spinning, so it’s a good thing I’m lying down. What’s going on with me? If I

were female, I’d swear I was in heat or something.

“Wow… Is that for me?” she asks.

“Every inch.”

She giggles and steps between my legs. “Here are the rules.

One, do not open your eyes, and two, no touching. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“What?” I exclaim.

“Unless I tell you to.”

“Stop torturing me, minx.”

“Got it?”

“I got it. I got it.”

The mattress shifts above my head as she sits there, and I

take a deep breath. She’s wet, and the scent is driving me insane. My hyper-alert

senses seem to dull around her. I can’t see, hear, feel, smell or taste

anything but her.

She places her hands on my cheeks and softly kisses my

forehead, then moves slowly down, kissing my lids, nose, cheeks, and finally,

lips. The moment my hands leave the bed, she pulls away.

“Uh-uh.”

“Casey, please….”

“Please, what?”

“I need you.”

The mattress shifts again and I feel her hovering over me.

Her hair brushes my nipples, and I have to grab the sheets to stop myself from

touching her. When she kisses my chest, I hear myself moan. Her tongue slides

down my stomach as she crawls over my body. Good God! Her pussy is right above

my nose, and it sends every part of my body crying out for her.

“Casey….”

She takes my dick in her hand and licks the tip like an ice-cream

cone before taking me into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down. Wrapping

her fingers around my dick, she strokes me as she sucks on the head. I clutch

the sheets tighter and hear them rip. My hips jerk up involuntarily, and when I

hit the back of her throat, my willpower snaps.

“No more.”

Look at me—the mighty alpha begging for mercy from a woman.

I wonder what the guys would say about that. She climbs off the bed and stands

between my legs once more.

“Sit up and open your eyes.”

When I do, my heart leaps into my throat. My gaze travels

from head to toe, drinking in the magnificent sight before me. The green teddy

matches her eyes perfectly. Her breasts, barely contained by the lace, taunt

me. My tongue is probably hanging out of my mouth.

“Holy fuck!”

“Tell me what you want, Ethan.”

“I want to taste you.”

She steps back, pushing her barely-there panties over her

hips and down her legs. When she kicks them off, she smiles at me playfully.

“Consider that one a gift.” She pushes me back onto the bed

and climbs on top of me. Staring provocatively into my eyes, she crawls up my

body and kneels above my face. Her juices glisten on her swollen lips, inviting

my tongue to play. “Taste away.”

She gasps as I grab her thighs and pull her down to my lips.

The moment she touches my tongue, my wolf races to the surface. No matter how

hard I try, I can’t push him all the way back. I’m stuck in a weird place

between man and wolf and that’s when I realize it’s not me; it’s him. He’s

getting impatient; he needs his mate. He takes over, and I lose control

of my body. This has never happened before, and I don’t know how to stop it. I

flip over, lay her on the bed, and spring to my feet. She squeals in delight

when I grab her ankles and roughly pull her to me. I watch my fingers curl into

the lace of her teddy and rip it apart. Her smile turns to a grimace when I

enter her fast and hard, slamming into her wildly. I think I’m hurting her.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I see myself doing these things, and I can’t do

anything to stop it. I’m trying my hardest to regain control, but I can’t. He’s

mating, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. I close my eyes against

her screams and pray for it to be over quickly.