MadMoon by Regina Carlysle Page A

kissed
her again. “I won’t be long.”
     
    The need, the tremendous urge to fuck hit him in the shower
and he knew he wouldn’t last through dinner. Running through the routine of
making himself presentable, he hurried downstairs with nothing on his mind but
answering his body’s demands.
    Fuck gallantry.
    Fuck consideration.
    A sexual ache curled low in his gut, only winding tighter
the second her saw her waiting expectantly in the kitchen. She was seated at
the table but stood instantly, her eyes going wide, no doubt feeling the
tension that radiated from his body. He’d spent too much time away from her
trying to finish that damn house and now he was paying for it.
    “Don’t ask me to be a gentleman. Can’t do it.”
    She shook her head and took a step back but his beast rolled
low in his belly, demanding consummation with his mate. It wouldn’t be denied
much longer. Taking the edge off was paramount as frustration simmered through
his mind and his body answered that wild call as he gripped her upper arms and
stared into her startled eyes. He shook his head. “I won’t apologize. I’m sick
of dicking around here.” Mad moved close and settled the palm of his hand
against her head as he slanted his mouth against hers, instantly taking the
kiss deep, drinking the heavy sigh that left her lips.
    Though he made a good pretense at civility, at heart he was
a predator, a wolf, a beast that demanded immediate satisfaction. The last
thing he wanted to do was scare her but he sensed no fear and, pressing his
advantage of size and strength, he swept his other arm around her waist to pull
her close. Tracing her curves with his fingers, Mad broke the kiss to move his
lips along the curve of her jaw and a bare stretch of her shoulder then,
continually mapping her body with his hand, he dipped it beneath the skirt of
her dress and settled his palm against her pussy.
    It was hot, burning his fingers and, testing her, pushing
her, he traced the seam of her labia with a thumbnail. Lana jerked, whimpering,
and the sound prompted him to swift action. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her
onto the table and with a hand at her sternum, pushed her until she lay supine
on the hard surface.
    He didn’t want to be careful with her pretty new dress. No,
he wanted to rip it from her body with his teeth. Restraining the animal
impulses that beat through him, he lifted the skirt until she was bare except
for the tiny scrap of her silky panties. The fabric clung to her wet pussy,
which was clearly outlined. Her clit, a swollen knot, pressed against the silk.
Mad’s mouth went dry as his cock pushed tight against the front of his jeans.
Bending over her, he sucked her clit through the flimsy barrier as her fingers
sank into his hair. She moved on the table’s surface, pushing against his mouth
as frantic little cries swept from her throat. She lifted her legs until she
had them propped on the table and Mad took advantage by pressing her knees open
until she was exposed to him.
    Hungry, famished for a taste, embracing the need to make her
fall apart under the stroke of his hands on her body, Mad dipped his thumbs
beneath her panties and stroked her hot flesh. She was drenched, creaming for
him, and he was savagely pleased she needed him too.
    Madden settled his lips against her inner thigh, dragging
the scent of her into his lungs as the mating heat raced over the surface of
his skin. “I have to look at you,” he managed. “Lift up.”
    He straightened and she adjusted her position on the table
so that he could pull the panties from her hips. Once she’d assumed that
wide-open position again he reached for a nearly empty glass on the table.
There were several cubes of ice melted inside the plastic tumbler and he
plucked one up. The cold water dripped from his fingers and he quickly placed
the melting ice into his mouth then bent over Lana’s pussy. His icy tongue
lashed her along with the bit of ice and again, she jerked. She made a