Temptation of the Wolf: A Silver Moon Novel (Book 1) (6 page)

Chase’s lips moved across hers, claiming them for his own. Her lips opened slightly, almost hesitantly, but it was enough for his tongue to seek out hers. Luna moved closer, her tongue meeting his, feeding off its touch. Chase’s hand cupped her face, as though refusing to let her break away.

Not that there was any hope of escaping. The sense of Chase’s lips on hers, his hands touching her skin, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Twisting his body slightly, Chase trailed his fingers down the side of her neck, producing shivers throughout her body. Moans, her moans, met his mouth.

Raising her own hand to Chase’s face, she traced the hard line of his jaw, the slight bristles telling her he hadn’t shaved yet. Reaching up, she grabbed his hair, trying to draw him closer, as though she could merge them into one being.

The sound of muffled laughter rang through Luna’s ears but she didn’t care. All she wanted was his lips upon hers, his fingers touching her.

Chase didn’t disappoint. Pulling away from her mouth, he trailed kisses along her jawline, nipping at the tender skin, producing small yelps from her. Throwing her head back, Luna gave into him, surrendering herself to the magic of his touch as he laid her down the length of the couch. Words abandoned her, sensation filled her.

Her torn shirt allowed Chase easier access to her breast. Cupping the soft mound through the ripped material sent shivers along her skin. Luna wondered how she would ever cope without clothes on, whether her heart would explode if they were skin to skin or if she would simply be reduced to a pile of liquid heat.

She didn’t realise what happened to her shirt but a popping noise sounded as though the buttons had fallen on the floor. All she could feel was the sensation of the lace of her bra moving moved aside and then Chase’s mouth on her nipple.

Nothing could have prepared her for the magic he worked on her nipple, her hips moving with his mouth. Every nerve throbbed with heat, with sensation. The flicks of his tongue against the rosy bud sent heat throughout Luna’s body. She tried to grab hold of him, wanting to touch him, but he just grabbed her hands and positioned them above her head.

“Don’t move”, he said, the gruffness in his voice sounding incredibly sweet to her ears. “Don’t touch me. Let me savour you the way you’re meant to be savoured”. Pulling her bra down her shoulders, he gasped at the sight of her pale breasts.

Luna took a deep breath. “Please, Chase, I want to touch you”, she gasped as his fingers squeezed her left nipple, his other hand tracing down her upstretched arms, down her collarbone and then lightly to her right breast.

“If you touch me, princess, I don’t think I could control myself”, Chase spoke before his lips claimed her mouth once more. As his fingers moved against her, her most intimate parts started twisting.
If he carries on I’m going to explode
, where the last rational thoughts she had. Chase tore open her jeans, pulling them down with her underwear in one swift motion before she could finish her gasps. The sensation of his hands on her hips forced her to open her eyes.

The warm brownness of Chase’s eyes had transformed into amber.
Wolf eyes,
she thought. It should have scared her, sent her running away in panic, but the heat that radiated from them made her want to throw herself into that fire.

Those beautiful amber eyes were the last thing she saw before she felt his lips in her most intimate place.

If she thought she would be undone by the way he had worked on her breasts then Luna was helpless now. Words were useless, even if she had the breath to speak them. Waves of pleasure built within, moans from both filled the air. Luna writhed underneath the skill of Chase’s tongue as he dug his fingers into her hips, holding her in place.

The waves built up, closer and closer. With a last flick, Chase caused the waves to crash, sending Luna lost to ultimate pleasure. Cries tore from her mouth, the sound primitive and wild.

“Fuck”, came Chase’s voice, husky and deep. “I’ve never known a taste like this. You taste so damn sweet, like honey drenched strawberries. I may be the werewolf but you taste like magic”.

His words were magic to Luna’s ears. No one had ever spoken to her like that, not even Pierre the first time they made love.

Pierre.

Oh shit
. Realization dawned, guilt slamming into her like a fist.
Pierre. What have I done?

Meeting her eyes, Chase’s face furrowed in confusion. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

The words wouldn’t formulate in her mouth at first, the silence thick and heavy. Finally catching her breath, she answered, hating the words. “I can’t. Pierre. I have a boyfriend. It’s not right”. With each word, Luna’s guilt intensified, the hate she felt for herself for giving into the temptation growing stronger.

Chase continued to look at her, his mouth drawn into a thin line. The silence between them stretched into moments before either spoke. The heat was still there, simmering away under the skin, but Luna knew she couldn’t go any further.

But she wanted to. She desperately wanted to.

Slowly, Chase nodded, the amber in his eyes dissipating back to their normal chocolate brown. “I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand”. The words were heavily tinged with regret yet Luna could hear the understanding in them.

“I want to”, she admitted, her words laced with the remains of her passion. “But it wouldn’t be right to Pierre. I shouldn’t have let you do this but you … I … I lost control. I’m sorry. Never in my life have I cheated-”.

Chase put a solitary finger against her lips. “It’s OK, princess, I understand. It was just a moment of temptation. You didn’t do anything too bad. You stopped yourself before you gave yourself over to me”. His lips drew closer to hers. For a brief second Luna thought he would kiss her again and felt the rush of disappointment when he didn’t. “Though I damn well want you to”.

Abruptly, Chase got up from the couch, turning away from her. Picking up the discarded vodka bottle, he took a long swallow. “Years ago I promised myself I’d never get involved with humans. Never bedded a human woman in all that time. You’re the first human and yet you damn well nearly undone all my control”. Another swallow. “Whoever Pierre is, he’d better appreciate you”.

Luna scrambled to pull on her underwear and her jeans. “He’s nice. He’s a lawyer”, she said slowly, unsure of why she said the last part. “He doesn’t deserve this”. That was true. Another wave of guilt tinged with sorrow flowed over there. As the lace of her bra encased her breasts once more, Luna shivered, but this time it wasn’t with lust.

It was remorse.

Over the years Luna had watched a number of friends who had given into temptation of their own, despite being married or in committed relationships. The pain that usually followed was evident. Some of her friends had spilt from their partners, some had worked on their relationships, but none had survived for long. Once the trust was gone, it was gone. There was no going back to what had been, even if she could keep tonight a secret.

She would have to tell Pierre what she had done. It wasn’t fair to cheat on him and then keep it secret.

Wrapping the ripped shirt around her, the buttons scattered across the floor, Luna shakily got to her feet. She intended to head upstairs, check on her brother and then go to bed. However, a rap at the door halted her plans. 

“Are you expecting anyone?” asked Chase, his face lined in confusion. Shaking her head, another rap came at the door. Then again and again. “Whoever it is has got impeccable timing”, he muttered. “You might want to let me answer it, princess. You’re not exactly dressed for company”.

Luna looked down at herself. The torn blue material allowed the white lace of her bra to peek through. He was right, it wouldn’t do to have anyone see her in this state. Instead, she stood a little further back in the doorway, giving her the opportunity to see who was at the door but could hide quickly without being seen.

Chase strode to the door. As he was pulling the knob open something flew past his head lightning fast. “What the …” he managed to get out before they could finally make out black feathers. It was a damn bird. Squawking echoed around the room. The creature turned around and darted towards Chase, its beady eyes dark and menacing.

Chase ducked his head, scowling as the feathers brushed his face. He swiped at the bird, missing it by mere inches. The black bird flew back out of the open door. Luna prayed that that was the only one but her prayers went unanswered.

They came at them, hard and fast. A flock of dark birds swooping through the front door, a dark storm that surrounded them. If anyone else was in the vicinity all they would hear would be the sounds of a violent storm, the wind beneath the birds’ wings crashing and loud.

Luna caught terrifying glimpses of feathers coming closer and closer to her face as she tried to shield herself from the claws and sharp beaks. “Chase!” she cried, barely able to hear the sound over the din of the birds squawks and screeches.

Chase made his way to Luna, attempting to shoo the creatures away from his face. Once he was beside her, he pulled her close, her face buried in the hard muscle of his chest. All she could hear was the sound of his heartbeat drowning out the noise.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here!” shouted Chase, edging them out of the room and towards the stairs.

The birds refused to let them.

They dived and swooped around the room. It was hard to tell how many there were, but Luna reckoned there were at least a dozen of the creatures. Wafts of air zipped past her face as she tried to look where she was going, the birds flying closer. Dangerously close.

Inching closer to the door, Chase suddenly stopped in his tracks. Peeking out from the comfort of his chest, Luna could see three of the birds dive in front of the door only to turn back around and swoop once more. They were trying to cordon off the door.

The birds didn’t want to let them go.

“What do we do, Chase?” she whispered, fear tinging her voice.

Chase stood still, his iron grip on her arm relentless. “I’m not sure. We may need to make a run for it. I don’t want them near your brother though. Might have to head outside. Get ready to run when I say”.

Luna took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing beat of her heart. Looking around the room, she gazed at the creatures. Only the three trying to block the exit were in flight, the others had perched on top of the furniture in the room. Eerily quiet now, they scrutinized Luna and Chase, their black eyes frightening and sharp.

A rush of adrenaline surged through her veins, preparing her for the run they knew they had to make. A squeeze on her arm told her that Chase was making sure she was ready. When the second squeeze came she inhaled as much air as her lungs could hold. With the third squeeze, they ran.

Chase ploughed through the birds, knocking them in all directions. Luna felt the air whooshed past her as Chase pulled her, using his supernatural speed to make them faster than the birds. She felt her free arm knock into the wood of the doorframe as they sped out of the house and down the porch, but it was the screeching behind them that put the fear into her.

They were heading towards the guest property she realised when Chase shouted to her. “Get into the building. I’ll take care of these fucking birds!”

Releasing her arm, she found herself still propelled towards the guest property that her brother used as his. Making contact with the door itself, she let out a cry of pain. “Wait, let me help”, she called.

“Get in the damn building and stay there!” Chase shouted back. “Shut the door and the windows and don’t fucking open it!”

Fear racing through her body, Luna ran inside and bolted the door shut. Rushing to the windows, she scrambled to ensure they were closed and locked. Thankfully they were. No birds could get in.

From the window Luna had the perfect viewpoint to watch Chase. Instead of running, he stopped in the middle of the grounds, legs slightly apart, his chin almost touching his chest. The birds had flown out of the house and were now circling above his head, a dark menacing halo of terror.

Chase remained still for a moment, allowing the birds to venture closer. With lightning quick movements, he flew out one of his hands and grabbed a bird. A second later, it fell to the floor, neck twisted. Echoes of anger flooded the air, the bird’s flock screeching in anger at their fallen brethren. They descended upon Chase now, a whirlwind of black anger.

It was hard to make out Chase’s arms with his lightning quick reflexes but a blur of arms told Luna that he was using his werewolf speed to catch the birds. Half a dozen lay on the ground before him within a short time. Grabbing one by its legs, Chase flung the creature in the air, the smack of its body hitting another bird reaching Luna’s ears. The force of the impact sent both birds crashing to the ground, dead.

Within minutes the last bird had fallen, but not before it got a good peck to his cheek. Scratches lined his arms, the material from his clothes ripped. Blood pooled at the corner of Chase’s mouth. Spitting it out, he turned and looked directly in Luna’s direction.

The warmth of his chocolate eyes had bled into amber.
Wolf eyes
, Luna thought as he strode towards the building. Luna rushed to open the door and flew straight into his arms. Chase held onto her, sniffing her to ensure she had no injuries.