Midnight Moonrising (Moonrising #2)(79)

"Please, Alex," she whimpered. Yeah, he was a goner.

Lifting his mouth, Alex laid a wet kiss on her thigh. "Talk to me, Mena. Tell me something."

"What?" she breathed at him, her voice ragged.

"What don't I know about Marc's death?"

She sat up, as much as she could with her hands cuffed above her head and looked at him, outrage etched on her features.

"You are kidding, right?"

One long swipe of his tongue up her folds had her head thrown back, before he resumed kissing her inner thigh. "I know there's something you're not telling me." Kissing his way back up to her navel, he ignored her protests, as he left the apex of her thighs, lonely and needy. She squirmed under him, rubbing her skin against his, in an attempt at luring him back where she wanted him. It was working. The sheen of sweat on her skin slicked against his deliciously, and made him want to plunge himself inside her.

But he refrained. Barely.

Taking a nipple between his teeth, Alex rolled it around, listening to the hisses and moans coming from Mena. The cuffs rattled where she was straining against them, and he chuckled around his mouthful.

"Talk to me, Mena, and I'll give you what you want."

"This isn't fair," she growled at him, before wrapping her legs around his waist. She futilely rubbed against him, a maddening torture for Alex. It was getting harder and harder to resist this. He regretted his decision immensely, but now that he'd started, he had to follow through. Mena dug her heels into his backside, arching her back.

Slipping a finger inside her, Alex purposefully avoided the spot that would make her fly apart, instead focusing on drawing out her wetness, making her crazy enough to talk. His other hand kneaded her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

"Okay!"

He let go of her nipple with a wet plopping noise and looked at her.

"Just get back down there, and I'll talk," she gasped at him.

He laughed as he made his way back down her body, eager to watch her fly apart and ready to hear what she had to say.

Suckling the bundle of nerves back between his teeth, he marveled again at how she tasted, before muttering between his lips, "Talk."

"Marcwasawerewolf," flew out of her mouth in a breathless rush, right before he began fluttering his tongue across her bud. He watched her face, enraptured, as her eyes rolled back and her mouth formed an 'o' of silent ecstasy, before she let out an inhuman moan, bordering on a growl.

This had been a mistake. Alex couldn't comprehend the words she'd said, so intent on Mena's face and her orgasm, that he'd nearly combusted. Fuck it! She couldn't have possibly said what I heard. Either that, or she is delirious with desire. Without a second thought, he reached over to his nightstand, ripped the foil packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on.


Sliding into her, Alex groaned and stilled himself while she stretched to fit him. He could still feel the aftershocks of Mena's first orgasm as her muscles rippled around him, sealing him in.

Oh, Christ, this was going to go quick.

Alex took a deep breath and moved inside her. She was doing her damnedest to unravel him at the seams with the noises she was making and rolling her hips in time to his.

The thing was, they fit together so well. He sat back on his heels, where he could see her face better, her head still thrown back, as she grunted and whimpered with his thrusts. Lifting a leg, Alex rested her foot on his shoulder and kissed the smooth curve of her instep.

Was there any part of this woman that wasn't sexy?

As if she could read his thoughts, he felt her tighten around him. Impossibly, Alex hardened further, in preparation for his climax. Impulsively, he nipped at the inside of Mena's foot with his teeth, and that sent her spiraling.

She plummeted over the edge, screaming his name, her core clamping down on him like a vice, and that was all it took to send Alex hurtling into the abyss after her. He thrust twice more, reluctant to leave the confines of her sweet sex, before leaning forward, undoing the handcuffs and collapsing next to her in a breathless heap.





Chapter 41



Phoenix





His mood was in the pisser.

Nobody. He didn't want to talk to or see anyone. Especially that damn detective. He wasn't positive he wouldn't rip the guy's arms off and beat him with them if he saw him right now.

On top of getting absolutely no sleep, he'd had to suffer through a massive wave of electrifying ecstasy, no doubt brought on by that f*cking wolf and her boy-toy.

Jacking off to fix the issue wasn't going to happen, but he was pleased when it hadn't lasted more than thirty minutes, without any assistance on his part.

There was no way the wolf could be pleased with that.

A light tapping on the chamber door brought him out of thoughts of how poorly a lover the cop might be, and inhaling let him know Lea was the person on the other side of the steel.

"Enter," he said.

The door opened and Lea stepped inside, her head hung low and anxiety pouring out in droves from beneath her thick lashes.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the constant fidgeting of her fingers as she began with her index fingers and moved in a fluid motion, popping each appendage with her thumbs until she reached the pinkies, before starting the process all over again.