Midnight Moonrising (Moonrising #2)(92)

"Just let me get out of his sight and you're mine," he said.

After Alex's apartment was behind us, Phoenix's hand found mine and he laced our fingers together. His eyes constantly moved from the road to the rearview mirror and back again.

"Is he following us?" I asked as I turned to look out the back glass.

"No, but he's a cop. It wouldn't surprise me a bit if he had someone follow us."

I let out the breath I was holding in. "I don't think he would do that. He knows you—"

"He doesn't know me. He just thinks he does." As he looked over at me, his eyes were drawn to the hem of the dress mid-way on my thigh. "You're the only one who truly knows me. You're the only one I've ever let in, Mena."

I started to respond to that, but he moved our joined hands to the fabric and started pushing it up my leg. I couldn't remember what I was going to say after that.

"What are you wearing under that dress?" he asked as he stopped to caress my skin just out of reach of the place I wanted him to touch most.

I sighed as I let my head fall back against the headrest. "Nothing," I breathed.

He froze. "Nothing?"

"Well, my boyfriend didn't pack me any 'other things' so I figured he didn't want me to wear any."

He didn't laugh. He didn't say anything, either.

I turned my head to look at him, and his eyes were on me, full of lust.

I smiled. "Would you rather I had worn the cotton bikini briefs I had in my suitcase? I argued with my wolf, but I eventually won. She didn't approve of the dress, either, but I—"

"Come here," he growled.

"What—" I said, but he pulled me across the console and onto his lap.

I was only mildly concerned that his vision was obscured by my head when he crushed his mouth to mine. I honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd looked out the windshield, but the vehicle took the curves and stops easily enough.

He raised me up with both his hands so I could straddle his hips as he kissed me. Was he driving with his knees or what? That thought didn't last long, because one of his hands came up to cup my left breast while the other went south to see if I was telling the truth.


I gasped when he pinched my nipple through the fabric and sunk a finger deep inside me at the same time.

Grinning against my lips, he said, "You naughty little vixen, you." His thumb found my clit, and he massaged both of my special spots simultaneously, until an orgasm ripped out of me so quick and violent that I had no choice but to scream.

The last syllable of his name was still on my tongue when I felt him positioning the blunt tip of his erection at my opening. When had he had time to unbutton and unzip his jeans?

Disregarding my internal questioning, I raised up a bit to give him a better angle, and then I took all of that stiff heat in me at once, embracing the fact that the pain was just as great as the pleasure.

He wrapped both arms around my waist, his body trembling with need and surprise at the same time. "Damn it, Mena," he muttered through a clenched jaw. "I didn't mean for you to—oh, f*ck, you feel good!"

My wolf tried to protest, but I somehow knocked her down and blocked any way of reentry. This was my time, and if she wanted me to suffer through another night with Alex, she'd better damn well understand that.

I rocked against him, feeling his hardness fill me, a welcome pressure I'd missed and longed for since we'd parted the night before.

He pulled the front of my dress down a little, exposing my right breast, and then immediately latched onto my nipple, biting and nipping and driving me insanely close to another climax.

"Phoenix!" I gasped. "I—I…"

"I know, Lupacchiotto. I can feel you tightening around me. Let it take you." He thrust his hips toward me, pounding my ass into the steering wheel. My arms flew around his neck and I clung to his body as the orgasm exploded around his erection in waves.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tightly to him, and then I felt the soft kicks as he released inside me.





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Phoenix





He'd managed to live over seven hundred years without falling in love, and then the moment he found his soul mate, the one person he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was meant to spend an eternity with…

He sighed after breathing in the scent of her shampoo, and then he kissed her neck right above the collarbone. Well, he supposed four weeks with her was better than to have never found her at all.

Ironic as hell, but true.

She snuggled in closer. "How long have we been here?"

"The hotel parking lot?" He chuckled lightly. "About five minutes."

"I guess it would be leader-like of us to go up and scold our minions, wouldn't it?" she said as she leaned back against the steering wheel.

"I'm sure they already know what they did wrong and are expecting us to discipline them. What if we didn't show up at all?" He grinned as he pulled the fabric of her dress farther down in the front and leaned in to kiss the swell of her breast. "We could go back to my house—"

"Don't finish that sentence," she said, pushing him back. "You know we have things to take care of." After she adjusted her clothing, making sure everything was as it should be, she pulled the handle and pushed the door open with her arm, getting out before he had a chance to protest.