Page 17 of Nick (The Moonstone Pack #4)
SARAH SHUT THE DOOR behind the small group of shifters leaving her trailer.
One more night.
That was how long they had until they dealt with Vincent.
Until Nick had no more reason to stay in Sunburst.
She locked the dead bolt, then rested her forehead against the door for an instant.
“I’ll put Javier to bed,” Una said quietly, glancing at the boy already asleep on the sofa, drawing still clutched in his fingers—he’d shown it to everyone that night, then crawled up onto the sofa next to Nick and continued scribbling on the page with his crayons.
“Thanks,” Sarah said, then stood straight and turned to face Nick as Una gathered Javier into her arms and carried him to his room.
“You staying here again tonight?” she asked. Nick has slept in the living room the previous night—but after their interlude a few hours before, she didn’t know what he might be planning. Did he regret ever touching her?
Maybe not , she thought as he surged forward, pulling her to him and claiming her lips with his own.
Then all thought dissolved as her hands roamed over Nick’s body, tracing the hard planes of muscle that tensed beneath her fingertips. She rediscovered the broad expanse of his shoulders, the taut sinew along his arms, the heat emanating from his skin and seeming to scorch her with every contact.
The urgency of their kisses ignited the air around them, each touch crackling like static in the dry desert night.
Nick pulled her even closer, his lips parting hers with a fervor that spoke of raw need. His hands, strong and sure, slid down her back, contouring to the shape of her waist before splaying across the curve of her hips.
Sarah gasped into his mouth, her senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the scent of his skin mixed with the arid breeze filtering through the open window.
Her world narrowed to the feel of Nick’s touch—his fingertips grazing along her spine, sending shivers cascading down her body.
His hands moved with a possessive intensity, claiming her as his own.
The sensation of being so wholly wanted made her body come alive, awakening a hunger she’d tried to bury.
His touch stoked the inferno within her.
And as her thoughts gave way to pure sensation, Sarah clung to Nick, her lover, her protector.
My mate.
His fingertips traced fire along the line of Sarah’s collarbone, and with each touch, her heartbeat quickened.
“I couldn’t stop thinking of touching you,” he growled low, a sound that rumbled from deep within his chest, an echo of the wolf within him, and the vibration of his voice against her skin added another layer of sensation. “Not even when everyone else was here.”
She responded with a soft moan, tipping her head back to offer him more of herself, reveling in the strength of his body pressing against hers.
“I want you,” she murmured, her hands venturing beneath the fabric of his shirt. She needed more of him, all of him, the raw power of his shifter strength that promised ecstasy.
“God, Sarah,” Nick panted, his control fraying, his need evident in the tight grip of his hands on her hips. “You’re everything.”
“Come on,” she urged, drawing him back to her room again.
In her room, Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as Nick’s hand found the hem of her blouse, his fingers brushing against her heated skin.
His touch was urgent as he lifted the fabric over her head.
She mirrored his actions, her own hands trembling slightly as she worked at the buttons of his shirt.
Their garments fell away, leaving them bared to each other.
With a growl that rumbled from deep within his chest, Nick wrapped his arms around Sarah, his grip protective and possessive.
He lifted her as though she weighed nothing.
Her body hummed with anticipation as he carried her toward the bed.
Sarah clung to him, her hands roaming over his back, tracing the contours of muscle and bone.
The room spun slightly, a dizzying dance of shadows and moonlight that played upon their skin, casting them both in a silver glow.
He lowered her onto the sheets. For a moment, they paused. Then, as the first stars pricked the darkening sky outside, Sarah reached for him, pulling him down beside her, then under her.
Sarah’s fingers trembled with anticipation as she reached down, her breath catching in her throat. She grazed the length of his cock, her touch light.
Nick’s cock responded to her caress, a jerk of pure instinct that drew a moan from deep within him.
The sound resonated through her, vibrating along her spine and pooling in her core.
She explored him with a mix of awe and hunger, her movements growing bolder as she mapped the velvet steel of his arousal, committing to memory every pulse and twitch.
“God, yes,” he muttered, his clipped words dissolving into a growl.
As she continued her exploration, Sarah was acutely aware of the power she wielded. With every touch, she could sense his restraint fraying, the protective walls he’d built around himself crumbling.
Sarah’s breath hitched, a familiar blend of lust and love coursing through her veins as she positioned herself above him, her fingers deftly guiding him to her entrance.
Sarah hovered on the brink, feeling the head of his cock tease her slick folds before she slowly, deliberately, lowered herself onto him.
The sensation of being stretched, filled by him, tore a moan from her throat as her body welcomed him home.
Her hips began to move, finding the rhythm that was theirs alone. In this moment, Sarah knew there was no betrayal too deep, no history too tangled that the bond between mates could not endure. She felt it in the way his hands roamed her body; she heard it in his low growls of pleasure.
Sarah’s world narrowed to the electric touch of Nick’s skin against hers, to the deep thrusts that sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through her.
After a moment, Nick grabbed her hips, rolling her under him and taking control.
Nick’s rhythm was relentless, and Sarah arched into him, her body pulled taut by her overwhelming arousal.
The world beyond their entwined bodies ceased to exist; there was only the sensation of Nick filling her completely, touching places deep within that reignited embers she’d thought long dead.
As they moved together, she marveled at how this man—this wolf—had burrowed so deeply into her heart, anchoring himself within the very core of her being.
With each roll of her hips against his, Sarah’s mind teetered on the brink of oblivion, her thoughts scattering. All that remained was the electric current of their passion, charging the space between them.
Their rhythm quickened, racing toward their inevitable crescendo. Sarah clung to Nick, her nails grazing his back, marking him as surely as he had marked her, until her pleasure exploded through her and she tightened around him, fighting to keep from screaming his name.
Nick began moving again, slowly at first, drawing out the exquisite sensation of their bodies joined in a carnal dance. Each stroke delved deeper, stoking the flames that licked through his veins, urging him to claim her, to mark her as his own once more.
Beneath him, Sarah matched his urgency, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, the soft sounds of their flesh meeting punctuating the thick air of the bedroom.
Her hands roamed over the taut planes of his back, nails grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine that only added to the mounting pleasure.
The pace quickened, driven by an instinct as old as time. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, mingling together as their movements grew more frenzied.
“More…please,” Sarah begged, her words dissolving into a moan as he angled his hips, finding a rhythm that made her cry out.
He obliged without hesitation, his strokes becoming more forceful, more insistent. The bed creaked beneath them. Sweat beaded on Nick’s brow, the salt of it mixing with the sweetness of Sarah’s skin as he lowered his mouth to her neck, tasting her.
Nick’s senses were heightened as their lips met again, sending a tremor through him. His hands roamed over her back, tracing the contours of her body. Her fingers tangled in his long sandy brown hair, free from its usual bun, pulling him closer still.
Their kiss deepened. Heat blossomed in his chest and spread outward, igniting every nerve ending. Nick knew he should be wary, memories of betrayal and hurt lurking in the shadowy recesses of his mind, but Sarah’s touch, her taste, made it impossible to think of anything else.
His wolf strained beneath the surface. For a moment, Nick allowed himself to get lost in the sensation, the pleasure of her closeness blurring the lines between man and beast, every fiber of his being aching to claim her.
Their rhythm intensified, and with each movement, Nick could feel himself unraveling, the threads of his carefully maintained control fraying under the onslaught of sensation.
Sarah met him thrust for thrust, her body a perfect counterpoint to his own, her soft cries punctuating the silence of the night.
The intensity escalated, a crescendo of raw energy that threatened to consume them both. Nick reveled in the abandon, in the way Sarah’s nails dug into his flesh. His inner wolf howled its approval.
Nick’s world narrowed to the heated silk of Sarah beneath him, her body yielding and eager, a blistering heat between them. He felt himself spiraling toward the edge, every muscle tensed.
“Sarah,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. It was all he could manage, but it was enough—the name of the woman who had always been his undoing, his salvation, his mate.
Nick’s every thrust was a stroke of fire. Sarah’s nails raked over his back, each scratch a brand, a claim he found himself powerless to resist.
He lost himself in the slick heat of her body as a raw groan slipped from between her lips, urging him on, dragging him further into their shared passion.
“Nick, oh God—” Sarah’s voice broke on a moan.
With every movement, he staked his claim to her.
Sarah gasped beneath him, calling his wolf to the surface. He could feel the tremors that coursed through her, echoes of the storm he elicited with every deliberate thrust.
And when Sarah arched against him, her second climax washing over them like a tidal wave, Nick could do nothing but surrender to the power she wielded over him.
Her pleasure was his victory, and as Sarah’s body shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm, Nick knew that no matter how fiercely he fought it, his love for her was the one thing he could never escape.
The pulse of his heart thundered in his ears, and he hurtled toward the edge of oblivion.
Nick’s muscles tensed. With a final, powerful thrust, his world narrowed to the blinding crescendo of pleasure that seized him.
His orgasm roared through him like wildfire, consuming all thought, all reason, until there was nothing but the exquisite release that shattered him into a thousand brilliant shards.
He collapsed atop her, his breath ragged against her sweat-slicked skin.
The room spun slightly, anchored only by Sarah beneath him, her gentle touch tracing the lines of tension still quivering through his body.