Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

He groaned as she opened the button and lowered the zipper, so he sprang free, thick and full. The skin was taut like satin, pale and silky, the head rosy and flushed with blood. It pulsed and twitched under her gaze with a life of its own.

She shifted down the bed, so she could reach him with her mouth. Leaning close to him, she paused and flicked a quick glance up the long line of his body, to his face. The skin was stretched tight across his cheekbones and his dark eyes gleamed from behind his thick lashes. As she stared, he shifted beneath her, and she pressed a palm to his chest and pushed him down.

She blew gently over his swollen shaft then kissed him lightly on the tip. Her tongue flicked out. He tasted salty, and she rolled her tongue around the rim, reveling in the warm musky scent that filled her nostrils.

She was drowning in the taste of him. She needed to feel him lose control. Drawing the engorged tip into her mouth, she sucked gently and heard the indrawn hiss of his breath. His hips rose beneath her, thrusting more of him into her mouth until he filled her. She sucked harder loving the tension that filled his body, the knowledge that she held him on the edge.

Her hands moved down to cup his balls. She squeezed, and he exploded. He gripped the back of her head, holding her against him while his hips jerked, spilling his seed into her, and she swallowed convulsively.

Finally, his body lay still, and his tight grip loosened. His warm hand smoothed down over her neck as a lazy, rueful smile curved his mouth.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said.

She licked her lips. “I did.”

“Just give me a minute to recover.”

“A minute?”

“Maybe two. In the meantime…”

His hands clasped her waist, and he lifted and turned her so he straddled her hips and she lay beneath him once more.

“My turn,” he murmured.

He leaned down and kissed her lips then trailed light kisses across her cheek. His warm breath tickled her neck as the tip of his tongue traced patterns on her ears, then down the line of her throat. He kissed her collarbone, then lower, and her nipples tightened beneath his heated gaze, sending darts of pleasure shooting to her belly and lower. A slow smile curled his lips. Reaching out, he trailed one long finger over her breasts. He plucked at her nipples with his finger and thumb, then bent his head, took one tight little bud into his mouth and bit down.

The sensation was mind-blowing.

He kissed her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, swirling patterns on her skin, and she was almost overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure. He pushed down the waistband on her pants, and his mouth moved lower.

She had to act now, before she lost it completely. Before she decided never to go back, to stay here with this man for whatever time she had left. Her thoughts warred with the feel of his mouth moving over her skin, moving closer to the core of her desire.

But even from the short time she had known him, she’d perceived that Sebastian was a man who would honor his responsibilities. Soon, he would come to his senses, remember his missing people.

She had to go now, before she was completely undone, before she gave in and told him anything he wanted to hear.

Anya took a deep, calming breath. Staring over his shoulder, she focused her powers on the heavy stone jug that stood on the bedside table. The jug lifted easily, flew through the air, and crashed down on the back of Sebastian’s skull.

His eyes widened, filled with confusion. Then a shudder ran through his body, and he collapsed on top of her.



Anya lay beneath him, unmoving. Her face was wet, and she realized she was crying silently into his shoulder. After a minute, she swallowed her tears and pushed her hands against his chest. She dragged herself from under him and stumbled to her feet.

With trembling fingers, she picked up her bra and T-shirt and pulled them on.

She rubbed her hand across her face and turned to go. At the door, she paused and looked back. She tiptoed to the bed and sank down beside him, picking up the pieces of the broken jug scattered around his head.

One side of his face showed and she stroked the silky hair back from his cheek. It occurred to her, fleetingly, that she could quite easily complete her mission, now. He was helpless, all she needed to do was open the vein in his throat, and his life would drain away. She traced one finger down along the vein. Beneath her fingertip, she could feel the throb of his life force. So fragile.

She stood up abruptly. This time she didn’t stop at the door.





Chapter Seven





The walls were closing in on her.