Alpha's Moon (Shifter Ops 1)

Feeling bold—because Deke always makes me feel bold—I push his head lower.

When he lifts his head, his grin is feral. He moves lower.

Deke pushes my knees wide and licks into me, his tongue parting my nether lips, tracing around the insides.

Shiver after shiver of pleasure ripple through me. “Yes,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.

He penetrates me with his tongue then swirls it around my clit.

“Please,” I pant.

He circles it again, then flicks it with the tip of his tongue over and over again. I lift my hips, chasing the sensation. My entire body is a live wire, radiating with unspent energy.

Deke slides a finger inside me. It feels delicious, especially when he strokes my inner wall. But I want more. “Deke,” I gasp. “I want you.”

His head jerks up, and he stares at me with those green-lit eyes. His expression is almost alarmed, and for a moment I fear I’ve come on too strong. That he’s going to back off again. But then he gets up and shucks his jeans and briefs, retrieving a condom from his wallet.

I unfasten my bra and untangle myself from it, squirming around on the bed, fully naked. Ready.

So ready.

I’ve never been so enthusiastic for sex in my life. Deke makes everything thrilling. Anything possible.

He pounces over me with a lightness that seems at odds with his large size and nuzzles into my neck, kissing and biting.

I arch to rub my breasts over his hard chest, my head falling back. I cling to his huge arms, trying to pull his body down over mine. “I need you,” I repeat, still half-afraid he’s going to back off.

“I’m gonna give it to you,” he promises, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth and then rolling it on. He drags the sheathed head of his cock through my wetness. I plant my feet wide, knees wide apart to receive him. I tip my hips up.

His face contorts as if in pain as he eases into me. “Sadie,” he rasps. “Fuck.”

“Yes!” Oh, heck yes. I thrust up to take him deeper because he’s going too slow, and he curses again.

“Deke, yes.” I grab his muscled butt and pull him all the way in, wrapping my legs around his back and hooking my ankles.

A shudder of pleasure runs through him, and he starts undulating slowly. It’s like beautiful, art-film porn. Our bodies are locked together, and we move as one—him giving, me receiving. I don’t know how long the perfect, mindless pleasure goes on, but soon it’s not enough. I bite his shoulder. Unlock my ankles and bring my knees up toward my shoulders, spreading myself wide.

More pain flickers over Deke’s face. “Fuck, Sadie.” He holds my knees and pumps faster, his loins slapping against mine in a delicious rhythm. I stroke my hands everywhere they’ll reach, loving the feel of his skin, the tone of his huge muscles.

“Yes,” I encourage. It feels incredible. “Deke.”

“Sadie,” he rasps, rising to his knees and lifting my hips into the air, his large hands gripping my butt as he pumps into me.

“Oh my God,” I pant, nearly out of my mind. I’ve never had sex like this—so uninhibited and raw. So beautiful and natural and easy.

He gives his head a shake, like he’s trying to clear it. For a moment, I see the glint of his teeth, and they almost appear sharper. Longer. But it must be the way they glow in the moonlight streaming through the window.

He shakes his head again and pulls out, flipping me back over and arranging me on my knees. When he enters me from behind, it’s pure heaven. He gets in deep. I instinctively drop to my elbow to roll my hips even higher, to make the angle even better.

Deke grips my hips and slams in, seeming to lose control. His breath rasps, ragged and harsh. His loins slap against my butt, filling the room with the delicious sounds of our love-making.

“Sadie.” His shout is a warning.

“Yes, please,” I cry. I’m so ready to come, I’m just waiting for him.

“Sadie,” he chokes again. I absolutely adore hearing my name in that strained, guttural tone. Like he can’t hold back. Like I drive him wild. It’s so different from the quick, boring interludes Scott and I used to have.

“Give it to me, Deke,” I rasp.

His shout almost sounds like a roar. Or an animalistic snarl. He buries deep inside me, his fingers squeezing my hips with a bruising grip.

“Yes!” I cry, my muscles spasming around his cock, my own orgasm cresting and splashing over me. “Yes, Deke, oh God.”

He bumps my butt in several tiny thrusts, wringing out more pleasure from me. More squeezing of my internal muscles. More ripples of pleasure.

I love you. The words are in my head, but fortunately, I stop myself from saying them. I don’t know what this means to Deke. I mean, I know he didn’t fake it.