Page 15 of My Boyfriend Bites (A Moonstruck Mating #3)

A furry Selene worked on calming down as she listened to Renard, who explained how he’d saved them all.

“So I was looking for the captain ’cause I had a sneaking suspicion she had to be involved somehow. Went to her cabin and saw the box and took a peek inside.”

“Which I failed to do,” Dante muttered, sounding annoyed with himself.

“Soon as I saw the mortar, I knew what we were up against. So I took the box and hustled to the kitchen for some salt and then came to find you.”

“Arriving in the nick of time. A minute more and you’d have been unemployed,” Dante’s dark pronouncement.

“Good thing you’re a decent boss,” Renard joked.

Dante raked fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe I never suspected a soucouyant might be involved.”

“Well, in your defense, there hadn’t been word of any in at least fifty years,” Renard stated. “And I’m just as culpable. I knew of the legends. I just didn’t expect one to leave its island to go hunting.”

Dante glanced at Selene. “The soucouyant don’t usually stray far from the land they’ve claimed.”

“There’s more of them?” Selene exclaimed.

“Yes, but they are few and like I said, not usually ones to wander.”

“Guess we also know why no one noticed anything amiss. If it was taking over the captains of the ships, they’d have been able to keep their activities under wraps,” Renard mused.

“And blame it on the pirates,” Dante added. “Speaking of which, the ship is clear of them?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the biggest problem. The passengers saw a bit too much. People are talking about your girlfriend here, and what she did in that dining room. The only good news is that they’re calling her ‘the rabid dog.’ Then there’s those who saw the soucouyant, AKA the captain, killing people on her way to find you.”

“Nothing that leads to us, though,” Dante remarked, rubbing his chin.

“No, but expect it to be messy when we reach port.”

A sudden hum filled the air, and lights blinked on as the power returned.

“I’ll handle the officials,” Dante stated with confidence. “With the ship now safe, I think it’s time we adjourned to our suite. Let the crew handle the rest at this point.”

Selene trotted down the steps ahead of him, feeling herself calming to the point she ended up naked as they entered the ship.

Dante blocked her from Renard’s view. “If you’ll give me a moment, Rennie, to find the lady a robe.”

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to find myself a drink in the bar. I think I’ve earned a few shots of bourbon.”

Selene peeked around Dante to murmur, “Thank you. Remind me to hug you later when I’m wearing clothes.”

Renard grinned. “Bah, it wasn’t anything new for me. I’m always saving this guy’s ass. It’s why he keeps me around. Don’t wait up. If I’m lucky, a lady will decide to celebrate the fact we survived the pirates and power outage.”

A whistling Renard sauntered off, and Dante chuckled. “This is how he likes to end every mission.”

“Getting drunk and laid?” she quipped. “And what about you? How do you celebrate?”

Dante glanced at her, and his lips quirked. “Usually by finding a dark place before dawn.”

“Your room is dark,” she stated as he opened the door to let them in.

“It is.”

“It’s not dawn, yet,” she added. “Shall we have a drink?”

He arched a brow. “I thought you didn’t partake.” He closed the door.

“Given all that’s happened, I think an exception can be made. After all, I’m not worried about losing control with you. As a matter of fact,” she purred as she narrowed the gap between them and laced her arms around his neck, “I believe I’d like to get my adrenaline pumping.”

“Oh?” he murmured, his hands resting on her hips.

“Seems to me we had something pleasant going before the interruption.”

“Only pleasant?”

Her lips curved. “We didn’t get very far.”

“That can be rectified,” whispered as his lips met hers.

A kiss that stole her breath and set her heart racing. It also fired her blood, but the wolf remained dormant—for now.

As the embrace intensified, her mouth parted and she felt the touch of his tongue. A sinuous slide ensued that meshed breaths and roused passion. Her blood began to pound and she huffed hotly as she sought to hold on.

He sensed her loss of control, and his mouth slid down to her jaw, then her neck, the slight pressure of his teeth enough to calm the wolf inside.

When he dropped suddenly to his knees, she wanted to protest, only to gasp as he tickled her belly with his lips. He trailed feathery kisses lower, and she clenched, knowing what would happen next—even as she’d never experienced it.

As he blew hotly against her mound, she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her knees trembled, weakening as pleasure suffused her. He was there to hold her up, though, his hands strong and steady on her hips.

And then he was lifting and carrying her to a bed, where he lay her down, legs parted that he might kiss her inner thigh. A light touch that brought shivers and a soft growl.

A pinch of her flesh calmed, and this time, he pierced skin, giving her relaxation that didn’t affect her sensation. A good thing, because she wanted to feel. Feel as he slid his mouth to the core of her, his breath against it making her mewl in need.

When he licked, she arched, crying out at the intense bliss. The tongue lapping against her clit felt so good. The parting of her nether lips for him to stroke had her gasping and moaning. Thrashing, too, as he teased her with his mouth.

She came suddenly, a rippling climax that had her rigid and him humming against her flesh. To her surprise, her orgasm kept going and rolled into a second as he slid a finger into her. Her pussy clenched it tight, new to the sensation but wanting more.

He slid a second finger inside her, tightening the penetration, making her rock her hips in need.

His tongue lashed at her sensitive button as he thrust his fingers, and she cried out, feeling the tension building in her, her body tightening in anticipation.

He kept his fingers inside her as he slid up her body, kissing his way back to her mouth where she could taste herself on his lips.

The tip of his cock took the place of fingers, not penetrating yet but rather rubbing against the slickness at her core. He didn’t slam into her but rather inserted his shaft slowly, letting her adjust to the width.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she urged him deeper. But he kept pushing slowly, and she growled.

He chuckled. “So impatient.”

“I’ve waited forever to be with a man.”

“Because you were waiting for me,” he whispered as he thrust.

Her mouth opened in a soundless cry, the pain of her hymen being torn fleeting, quickly replaced by pleasure. The length of him filled her, stretched her, and she could feel her channel rippling in response. Her legs locked around his waist, drawing him deeper.

It led to him grunting, “Are you trying to make me lose control?”

“Yes.” She tightened her hold on him, and he groaned as he began to pump, short thrusts that butted against a sweet spot inside that had her keening.

And exploding!

Her orgasm hit, the biggest O imaginable. So intense she left her body and floated in a pleasurable space. And that bliss kept going as he thrust, faster and faster, rolling her orgasm into an even more body-tightening one that had him grunting and going rigid as he pulsed inside her, finding his own finish.

And collapsed.

He lay atop her breathing hard, and she laughed.

He roused himself enough to eye her. “What’s so amusing?”

“I found your weakness,” she teased. “Me.”

The smile he gave her had her heart thumping erratically, but it stopped entirely when he whispered, “Because you are the sunshine I’ve been missing in my life.”