Alpha's Moon: A special forces shifter romance by Renee Rose (children's ebooks online .txt) 📕

side corridor. It’s dimly lit with fancy sconces that must be for decoration because they do a shit job of actually lighting anything.

“Are you okay? I know you don’t like crowds.”

I go still. “You noticed that?” Fuck, I’m not doing as good a job on this mission as I’d hoped.

She nods, her warm brown eyes studying my face with so much compassion. “Is it PTSD?” she asks softly.

I rub a hand over my face. “Yeah.” Let’s go with that. I hate lying, but telling Sadie I’m a werewolf who can’t keep his animal in check obviously isn’t going to happen.

She tests a door and pushes it open. It’s a meeting room, unlit and empty. “Come here.” She tugs me inside.

“I’m okay, babe.” I hate that she’s worrying over me now. I’m supposed to be doing her the favors. But then she unbuttons my jeans and sudden heat explodes below my waist.

“Let me help ease the tension.” She lowers to her knees, and I lose all rational thought. “It’s the least I can do after what you did for me.”

“Sadie,” I choke, but my hand’s already in her dark, thick hair. I’m incapable of telling her she doesn’t have to do this. Refusing the pleasure she’s so generously offering.

She frees my length and smiles up at me as she fists it. I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight in my life.

She takes her time, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. My back hits the wall behind me with a thud. My legs start shaking. Heat flares everywhere.

Miraculously, I don’t feel that mindless aggression I sensed before, when I was on top of her. That feeling like my canines were about to descend to mark her forever as mine. My wolf seems willing to just receive.

The entire moment is a gift.

My heart hammers under the new shirt I bought for this weekend. My breath rasps in and out as my cock stretches and arcs, harder than marble under her tongue. She lifts her warm brown gaze to mine as her soft lips part to take me into her mouth.

I choke on a groan. My fist in her hair tightens. “Oh fates, Sadie. That’s so nice.”

She withdraws then takes me deeper. Repeats the action. My thighs shake harder. I don’t help or guide her head, I just let her drive, humbled by her sweetness. This human is everything.

Kind, beautiful, adorably funny. Even though being with her is a constant torture, I also haven’t felt this light in years. Possibly not since I joined the Army ages ago. I stroke her cheek with my thumb as she bobs her head over my cock and back, taking me into the pocket of her cheek in short, delicious pumps. Her velvety tongue swirls underneath my dick each time she brings me deep, her cheeks hollow each time she sucks hard on her way back out.

I’m dying of ecstasy.

I want it to last all night, but I already need to come.

I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes to stall, to savor a little more of this intense, hedonistic pleasure.

Sadie keeps working my cock like a champ. The kindergarten teacher has transformed into a pornstar, and I want to throw her on her back and—

No.

No, not that.

I can’t claim her.

I can’t claim her, but I will definitely get my mouth on her and return this favor before the night is through. I will make her scream so loud the resort walls shake and the lights shatter.

“Sadie,” I choke. The fuse she lit on my orgasm is burning too fast. Heat spikes at my tailbone. My balls draw up tight. “Sadie, I’m going to come,” I warn her in a guttural rasp.

She doesn’t stop. Sadie goes faster, sucks harder, her beautiful doe eyes lifted to mine like she wants to see my face when I come undone. I don’t mean to, but the leash on my control snaps. I grasp her head with both hands and fuck her mouth, once, twice, three times. On the fourth, I come down her throat.

She holds still for it.

Swallows.

Sweet Sadie swallows. Unbelievable.

“I’m sorry,” I croak, realizing how disrespectful I’ve been. I release her head abruptly, but she doesn’t jerk away. She sucks off my cock, cleaning me and swallowing again, her eyes dancing with her own pleasure at what she’s done.

I stroke her face, instinctively massage her ears, forgetting she’s not a she-wolf. “Fates,” I breathe. “That was incredible, Sadie.”

“Was it?” She wipes her mouth as I tuck my dick away, and I help her stand.

“You’re incredible.” I can’t stop myself from saying every thought that arrives in my brain. “Best blowjob of my life.”

“I doubt that.” Her laugh is husky and pleased.

“Swear to fate.”

“To fate?” She cocks her head, her curious gaze traveling over my face.

Whoops.

I tug her body up against mine. “I mean to God.” I shrug. “Fate is a word my family used to use.” I can’t lie to her any more. “My parents are nature-loving hippies in Vermont,” I find myself telling her, even though I haven’t spoken about my parents in ages. “Pacifists. They hated that I joined the Army.”

“Thank you for your service,” she murmurs.

“Fuck, you’re sweet.” I stroke the lovely line of her cheek with my thumb and lower my head for a kiss. My lips brush across hers lightly. My aggression is gone, relieved by the incredible orgasm.

She rises on her toes to kiss me back.

The aggression returns. I cup the back of her head to hold her in place, my lips slanting over hers with more insistence. I lick into her mouth. Claim it.

Voices sound from the hallway—two guests talking about the wedding as they pass.

Sadie pulls back with a smile. “We should get in there.”

“Yeah.” I don’t want to move. “I’d rather take you upstairs and return the favor.”

She presses her body against mine. “You being my date is your favor,” she reminds me in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. “This was my payback.”

“All