Under a Blood Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 2)

“Well, I’m through listening to excuses anyway. I’ve had a hard-on for hours.”

She braced herself on his shoulders and gave him a sexy glide, forward and back, wetting his erection.

Renner dug his fingers into her skin. She’d have bruises, matching sets of five fingerprints on her ass. And she’d make sure the twins saw. Her grin grew and grew. By the suspicion glinting in his eyes, he knew she was thinking about something naughty.

She tossed back her hair and noted the way his gaze narrowed and his nostrils flared. Miren realized she had more power to wield in this relationship than she’d ever dreamed.

Renner was desperate for her. Ready to share her to make sure she was fulfilled and safe. And she knew exactly how he felt. Her own skin prickled up in goose bumps, the tips of her nipples tightly beaded, her clit still hard and hot and aching…

She pushed on his shoulders and rose up, letting his cock slide along her folds, halting when the thick, blunt head was poised at her entrance. This time she was doing the taking.

She let her eyelids fall lazily down, watching him through her lashes as she swirled her hips and slowly lowered, just a short pulsing glide, then back up, another swirl and pulse, but deeper this time.

Her breaths grew ragged, and her pussy tightened, making a lush, wet sound as her excitement ratcheted upward and liquid descended to soothe the heat building in her channel.

Renner bit her shoulder then nuzzled her neck. “You’re killing me.” His fingers strummed down her belly and a callused tip pressed against her engorged clit.

Who was killing whom? Tension coiled in her belly so hard she began to shake. “Renner?”

“Baby, what?” he said, rubbing his face on her shoulder, his lips mouthing her skin, his teeth taking nips.

She squeezed around him and pushed downward. “I need it rough. I need you to take over. Please.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

A moment later, he rose, keeping their bodies still connected. He turned and climbed onto the bed with one hand on her bottom to hold her against him. Once they reached the center, he came down, blanketing her.

He clamped a hand around her wrists and pulled them above her head. “No witchy sparks. No magic. This is just you and me.”

She gave a quick nod, taking shallow breaths, because he was deeper now, filling her completely. When he let go of her hands, she scratched her nails along his chest and twisted her fingers in the soft hair on his chest.

Renner resettled his knees, and with his chest resting against hers, he began to rut.

His strokes were shallow, targeted. His gaze locked with hers, waiting, watching. When the soft ridge surrounding his cockhead stroked a certain spot, she gasped, and he smiled.

“Found it,” he whispered.

“Think you’re clever?” she quipped, struggling to keep her wits, but his strokes grew longer, harder, shattering her every time he slid home.

“Not clever,” he whispered huskily, “blessed.”

The ragged texture of his voice told her he believed that. A truth that rang throughout her body like a solid tone. She raised her legs and cinched them around his thighs, wanting to pull all of him closer, wanting to draw his heat and love inside her.

The steady motions of his hips driving in and out of her honeyed walls was drugging. Her body undulated to his rhythm, her heartbeat steadied and thudded against her chest. Her world narrowed, senses overwhelmed by the sound of their labored breaths and the frictional heat building inside her. Soon, her head thrashed and she let out one ragged whimper after another as Renner drove her closer to the precipice.

He paused, resting his head on her shoulder. “I don’t want this to end too quickly.”

“I’m fine with fast,” she blurted.

His chuckle was a lovely, husky sound that vibrated through her. “You don’t get a say.”

“Going demon on me?”

“I’ll remain in this skin, if you don’t mind, but I know what you like. Let me give it to you.”

She gave a mew like a kitten, a sound she’d never made before. But she didn’t try to hold him when he moved away, allowing him to turn her and arrange her with pillows propping up her hips. His hands smoothed over the backs of her thighs and then parted them.

Warm breath blew across her hot, swollen sex. When he parted her with his fingers and traced his tongue the length of her slit, she buried her face in the bedding and groaned.