Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 385

LISA

"You’re so responsive," he murmurs against my neck. "Like a live wire, ready to shock the hell out of me."

I reach for his hair, winding the damp strands around my fingers. My eyes fall shut as I pull him back toward my breasts, desperate for more.

"I think you’re already shocking me," I admit.

His mouth curves against my skin, and I feel the vibration of his laugh again. Those clever, experienced hands drift over my hips, splaying across my stomach before dipping lower, beneath my waistband and between my thighs.

Slick. Hot. Ready.

Everything in me tightens, and I tilt my hips toward his touch. My breath catches as his fingers slide over my folds, gathering proof of my arousal before circling my entrance.

"Jesus, Lisa." His voice is barely a growl. "You’re already soaked."

He pushes a finger inside me, making me keen with need. It’s been so long. Too long. My skin is on fire. Nerves alive.

"Kellan, please." My fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to continue. "Don’t tease. I need—"

Words fail me. I don’t even know what I need. Just more. More of him. More pleasure. More of this feeling that drags me away from the memories of blood on snow and death.

Because right now, I’m alive. Right now, I’m here, in Kellan’s arms, and nothing else matters.

"I know what you need." His voice is rough as he pushes another finger inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. His lips close over my nipple, and my back bows off the bed.

My body is alive with sensation. Every touch. Every breath. It’s all too much and not enough, all at once.

"Fuck." He swears as I clench around his fingers. "Maybe I should tie you down. Keep you still so I can—"

"Don’t you dare." My chest heaves as I battle the coil of need twisting tighter with each passing second. "Don’t hold back with me, Kellan. Not tonight."

His eyes flash amber, his wolf a hairsbreadth away. "I’ll break you."

"I won’t break." I punctuate each word with a desperate kiss. "Need you, Kellan. Please."

My heart beats a wild staccato, blood rushing in my ears. My skin is hypersensitive. Awareness of Kellan’s body against mine has me on edge, hovering on the knife blade of control. I need release. Need to feel something. Anything.

He kisses me with an almost bruising force, his fingers thrusting in and out of me, stretching, preparing me. I push back against his hand, rocking my hips, chasing the most pleasure I can draw from his fingers, even as I ache for something more.

His fingers leave me feeling empty, and I lift my hips, silently begging. "Kellan."

"Need you naked." The words are little more than a growl against my lips as he suddenly yanks his fingers from inside me, before gripping my pants in both of his hands.

Then he rips them apart.

Just a great tearing sound and cool air flooding in to brush against my ass, along with a heavy dose of arousal gushing between my thighs.

Holy shit.

Tell me why that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever experienced.

It takes only seconds to tug the remnants of my poor flannel pants off, and his weight shifts as he kneels between my legs. Hot and hard and perfect, his cock presses against my entrance, leaving me keening with need.

"Let me know if it’s too much." His voice is hoarse, underscoring the tension thrumming through his body.