Hunter's Moon, Loribelle Hunt [story reading TXT] 📗

She guessed it would be called a living room, but den would be a better description. Like the rest of the house, the floors were a lightly stained wood. But that’s where any lightness stopped. The couch and chair were black leather, the coffee and end tables a dark mahogany. A flat screen TV was hung on one wall next to a bookcase. It was definitely a man’s room.

She heard the door click shut and lock. Then he was behind her, his heat sinking into her. He grunted.

“You’re gonna want to redecorate, aren’t you?”

Oh god, she hadn’t even thought about that. She was coming to accept this mate thing, but moving in with him, that he’d want her to, hadn’t even occurred to her.

“Probably,” she answered. “But, you know, I have a perfectly good house.”

He stepped around her, shaking his head. “Until I find a replacement, I have to live in the house.”

She couldn’t have heard that right. “I didn’t know you were looking for a replacement.”

He shrugged. “Not yet. But one day we’ll have kids, and I owe them better than this life.”

Her stomach became a knot of nerves. Kids? She didn’t know a damned thing about raising children. Had never considered having any. Of course, she’d also never believed she’d find herself tied to one man, one werewolf, for the rest of her life.

He grinned at her. “Don’t panic yet, baby. We have time before we have to worry about that.”

How did he read her so damned well? And weren’t they supposed to be horizontal about now? His eyes glowed in the dark room as if he knew exactly what she was thinking about. He took her hand and tugged her with him.

“Let me show you around.” He approached a door she hadn’t noticed and pushed it open.

“There’s the main room we entered and two bedrooms, each with a private bath. I use this one as an office.” He shut the door, turned on his heel, and crossed the room to another door. “This is our room.”

Our room? Shit. He did mean for her to move in. He entered the room and she followed cautiously a little afraid of what she might find in there. In her experience, men weren’t the neatest of creatures, and she was a neat freak. She had to have order in her living space. She needn’t have worried.

The room was dominated by a four-poster king sized bed. There was a chair in one corner next to a window and a long dresser stretched across one wall. Two doors on the far wall led to the bath and a closet, she presumed. There was no clutter anywhere, no clothes left lying on the floor, nothing on the walls. It was almost Spartan. Just like she liked it.

It was also masculine. The bed was made with a heavy black comforter. The posts thick columns. “I want to tie you to that bed, Gia.”

She gasped, her pussy growing wetter at the suggestion. She’d always wondered what that would be like. Would not having to have even an ounce of control be as freeing as she imagined? She shook her head in denial. It couldn’t be.

“Why not? I have my own fantasies about you,” he said with a voice full of sin and a wicked grin. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his mouth-watering chest and shoulders, then sat on the bed and pulled off his shoes and socks. When he stood, he reached for the snap on his jeans. There were off in seconds. He’d gone commando, and his cock was hard and thick, jutting out, a creamy drop of pre-cum on the head.

Unable to resist, she stepped forward and stroked a finger along the shaft, catching that tantalizing drop on the head and sucking it into her mouth. His cock jumped, but the rest of his body froze with rigid control. She didn’t want him to have any control.

“Get rid of those clothes,” he growled.

She smiled. Oh yeah. She shook his self-control all right. She walked across the room, knowing he was staring at her ass, he always did, and stopped by the dresser. Removing her thigh holster, she carefully set her gun on top of it, followed with her other holster and knife. Then she bent over, still facing away from him, and unlaced her boots. Stuffed her socks inside and tossed them into a corner.

Her trousers were next. She unsnapped and unzipped them, then shimmied them down over her hips, down her thighs to her ankles. Sensing him move behind her, hearing his heavy breathing, she smiled. He gripped her hips and bent his head to nuzzle her neck, on the spot where he’d left his mark. Sensation surged through her. She groaned and rocked back against him, against the hard cock pressed against her.

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he whispered harshly, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt and yanking it over her head.

“Maybe I like playing with fire.” Her whispered dare ended in a gasp as his fingers closed around her nipples and pinched.

“Hmm.” Lips pressed against her skin, sucked it between his teeth. “Let’s see how adventurous you are.”

Without giving her any warning, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He dropped her in the center and retraced his steps to the dresser. She heard a drawer open, but he blocked her view with his back. She had no idea what he was rifling around for until he returned to her holding up two long black ties.

He arched an eyebrow. “Well?”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, fascinated by the way his gaze zeroed in on the action. His eyes were so hungry. She was tempted to take his offer. Too tempted. He sat on the edge of the bed, trailed the ends of the ties up her side. She shivered at the light touch.

“You’re thinking too much.” His eyes searched hers. “You know I’ll take care of you.”

He would. She had no doubt of that. Slowly,