MadMoon by Regina Carlysle

pair of matching pink shoes to complete the
outfit and luckily for Lana, they fit like a dream. She eyed the clock on the
bedside table, noting the time, then hurried into the bathroom for a quick
shower.
    While making plans for a nice, cozy dinner with Mad, she dried
her short hair. Cutting it had been an act of defiance but now she loved it and
thought the style suited her face. A new look for a new life. There wasn’t a
thing wrong with that. Smiling, she spritzed on a bit of light perfume and
applied a touch of makeup before going back into the bedroom.
    Lana slipped into a pair of silky pink panties that showed
quite a bit of “cheek” but decided against wearing the matching bra. The dress
she planned to wear had handy built-in cups and she wondered why most clothing
wasn’t designed that way. Wearing only the panties, she put the beautiful
goodies away then pulled the lovely little dress into place over her body.
    She’d just spun to check the dress in the mirror when she
heard a low wolf-whistle. Turning in a flash, her hands over her heart, she saw
Mad leaning against the door wearing a decidedly lecherous look on his face.
    “Well, now,” he drawled. “Don’t you just look like a
cupcake. Think I’ll eat you up.”
    Lana squeaked as he ran at her, lifted her and gently tossed
her to the bed. Together they bounced a couple of times, her laughing and Mad
growling as he nipped her throat.
    “You’re early,” she gasped as Mad’s breath tickled her neck
and whipped into her ear. “Ooh, stop that. I mean it, Mad!”
    Smiling, he lifted his head and looked down at her.
“Finished early. Now I’m ready to celebrate finishing this job but, more than
that, I want to spend time with you.”
    She liked that idea.
    “That sounds like a good plan. By the way, thank you for the
clothes. You shouldn’t have.”
    Mad rolled from atop her and curled up next to her on the
bed. He slowly traced the neckline of her dress with the tip of a finger. “Of
course I should have. You arrived virtually naked, you are my intended mate,
and I will provide for you.”
    Lana considered herself a modern woman and though
contemporary women might think Moon’s vow to “take care of her” rather sexist
and archaic, she knew this attitude was prevalent in lycan society. A male wolf
didn’t consider his attitudes about caring for a mate and family to be wrong.
It was just a fact. She smiled. “And I know you will, but I hope it’s okay if I
provide for you too.”
    He tipped his head. “We’ll talk about it later.”
    Lana knew that was as close as they’d get to distinguishing
between their future roles, at least for now. “So what are we going to do to
celebrate?”
    “It’s a surprise.” Suddenly he grimaced. “Shit. I’m a
dumbass. I’m all dirty from work and you’re lying here looking like the top of
a wedding cake.” He sat up quickly and went to work on untying his boots. “If
Mom were here, she’d kick my ass.”
    Lana sat up beside him, smiling at the image of Mad’s mother
reading her big, tough Alpha son the riot act. He set the boots aside and
reached for the hem of his tee shirt. Once he’d pulled it over his head, Lana
filled her gaze with row upon row of hard muscle and bronzed flesh. She licked
her lips, remembering the first time she’d touched him. While she gawked, Mad
turned to see her shamelessly staring. Without a word, he reached for the top
button of his jeans. “If you keep looking at me like that, darlin’, I don’t
think we’ll make it past the bedroom door tonight.”
    “That wouldn’t bother me,” she managed, feeling the effects
of his body, his warmth, race over her from head to toe.
    He leaned closed and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m not
looking for a quickie. When I fuck you tonight, and believe me, I will, it’s
going to last for a mighty long time. So with that thought in mind, why don’t
you take your beautiful, tempting ass downstairs and wait for me.” He