Eternal Moon

Chapter 14: Belly of the Beast

Much to her great frustration, Jamie was terribly turned on. As Kane caged her in with his massive body against the wall and his hand lightly around her neck, she lamented the fact that she found him so attractive. Even now. No, especially now. This man had lied to her. He had led her on a wild goose chase knowing that he was the mystery she was trying to solve. This whole time she had been in Gealach Lán she'd been in the home of the man that had caused it to "disappear" in the first place. The reason behind this entire historical puzzle. And all because of a curse that turned him into a werewolf. A monster. The very thing that made up nightmares and horror movies. Bad ones.

So why was she so turned on? Why did the sound of his voice and the touch of his hand make her heart feel like it was going to beat out of her chest? Kane Murdock should be at the top of the list of men she should avoid at all costs, and yet...

Her mouth parted from her panting breaths and she bit back a moan as he slid his other hand down her breasts and her stomach, settling a big palm between her legs. Like he owned it. Like he owned her. She wanted to scream at him, to slap him across the face and tell him how much he had hurt her. But her breath left her as his grip grew tighter through her jeans.

"Admit it, lass," his husky voice rumbled into her ear. "I planned to fuck you hard against that tavern last night, and you would have begged me to."

Jamie moaned in frustration but a delicious shiver ran through her body at his wicked words. Even more so when he learned forward and licked her lips. Yes, she would have, especially after he gave her the best orgasm of her life. The memory of his mouth on her alone was making her wet.

"Fuck you, Kane," she whispered futilely.

He unzipped her jeans. "I hope so, lass."

Jamie was starting to see why he had gotten cursed in the first place.

She didn't fight back when his lips claimed hers; she sunk into it like she was going to die if he didn't. His kiss was dominating, ruthless, all-encompassing. Just like him.

Whimpering with abandon, Jamie gave in as his mouth conquered hers with an earth-shattering kiss and his hand delved into her panties to rub her clit. His forefinger grazed ever so slightly over the swollen nub before moving faster little by little.

The kiss was growing frantic, wild, and he slanted his mouth over her as if he'd die without her. He growled when she nipped his lips and darted her tongue into his mouth, matching him stroke for stroke. The hand holding her throat had moved down to knead one of her breasts while the other kept a maddening rhythm against her throbbing clit. The pressure was already building. She couldn't believe how much she ached for him.

He ground his huge erection against her and gave a guttural groan when she started to explore him through the fabric of his pants. Holy shit, he was hung. Part of her was giddy with excitement while another couldn't help but be just a little nervous. It had been a while since she had sex and she had a feeling that between his size and his passion, she was going to get a pummeling. But even the thought of that made her crazed with need. His hand stilled momentarily as she dove her own into his trews and barely stroked the hot length of his cock. He bucked against her and she tightened her grip just a little bit more. She couldn't even fit her whole hand around him.

"You drive me crazy, lass," he whispered to her, returning to the masterful stroke of her clit before pulling open her top. He gave her nipple a hard lick.

Crazy didn't even begin to describe it. This man had lied to her for two weeks and all she could think about was putting his dick in her mouth. The thought made her even wetter.