NocC 020 - Michele Hauf - Wicked Games 03.75 - Moonspun - Harlequin 2012-08

NocC 020 - Michele Hauf - Wicked Games 03.75 - Moonspun - Harlequin 2012-08 by Nocturne

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Chapter One
    Shifted into werewolf form, naked and glistening
beneath the moonlight, his wife’s body glided above Creed Saint-Pierre. Her
rhythm grew faster, frenzied. The soft black fur at her shoulders, hips and
thighs gleamed like moonspun hematite. Nearby, faery lights danced within the
thick foliage surrounding them on this cozy moss-covered dais within the
forest.
    She squeezed his cock with her powerful muscles, forging him
into hot steel, pulsing and ready—so close. Creed dug his fingers into the moss
and clenched his teeth. A fang cut his lip and blood rolled down his chin. His
hips bucked and his thigh muscles strained.
    And when he could no longer resist the call to lunge forward
and sink his fangs into his lover’s neck, he instead closed his eyes and
surrendered to the wicked union of vampire and werewolf. Exquisite. Dangerous.
Blu’s throaty growls preceded the orgasm that captured them and shook their
bodies together, spasming, clutching, clinging.
    Loving. Always and ever.
    Creed’s groan, long and loud, echoed up through the tree
canopy. He exhaled, his tight muscles giving way to the luxurious fire molting
through him.
    Blu pushed away from him with taloned paws. His cock slipped
from her hot depths and landed on his stomach. The werewolf lashed her tongue
across the crimson claw marks serrating his chest above the nipple. Leaping off
him, she dashed into the night.
    “I love you, too,” he called after her. “You gorgeous
she-wolf!”
    The faeries bobbling overhead swirled in a ribbon behind the
werewolf, eager to follow her romping lopes. The wolf’s howls echoed up to her
moonlight master, a gorgeous silver medallion suspended high in the charcoal
spring sky.
    Propping up on his elbows, Creed dragged his tongue over the
blood pearling on his lip. His fangs always came down during sex, though he
could control it if he had the mind to. “I’ve got to stop doing that.” Then he
chuckled, because being so lost in the enjoyment of his wife was not something
he ever wanted to stop.
    He stroked his fingers over the talon wounds on his chest,
feeling the skin knit and heal with a tightening that always made him wince.
Rolling onto his side, he spied the silhouette of his wife framed between birch
trees that had only begun leafing out from their buds to perfume the air with
spring. Her body shifted and her wolfish head changed to human form. Luscious
dark hair spilled down her slender neck and her shoulders dropped, losing the
muscle and bulk she took on when in werewolf shape. A beautiful creature, she,
when wearing fur and howling at the moon, yet more stunning when in human form
and with moonlight bejeweling her pale, dewy skin.
    He watched as she raked her fingers through her hair, causing
it to spill out in the dark veil Creed loved to feel sweep across his body. Blu
turned and skipped back to him, her bare feet tracking the forest floor still
carpeted with fall’s soggy, brown leaves. With a giggle, she landed on him,
straddling his hips and brushing aside the hair from his face. The glitter in
her gray eyes could lead a man through the darkest night, yet Creed would allow
no man to follow his wife, for she belonged to him.
    “Sorry about that, lover.” She kissed the scars tracing from
his shoulder to pectoral; the skin would be smooth, scarless by morning. “You
know my wolf likes it rough.”
    “I like you rough, howling, and any way I can get you.”
    “Mmm, you’re so good to me, vampire.” She nipped him on the
shoulder, but didn’t sink in her teeth. Though he bit her on rare occasions, she
had not developed a blood hunger, and had never bitten him to drink blood in
return. “Race you to the shower?”
    “Only if we can do this again. Inside?”
    “Hell yeah, I’m not sated yet. And to judge from this hard
fella—” She sucked the head of his cock slowly, twisting her tongue about it,
then winked at him. “—you’re not, either. Go!”
    She dashed off, and Creed sat up,

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