Moonlight Tales

“Isabelle?”

Serenity bit her bottom lip. The most intoxicating delicious scent overwhelmed her as the larger than life highly revered to the point of worshipped Alpha stood before her. His mask was in his hand as he approached her.

Alpha Mackenzie was a sinfully ruggedly handsome wolf shifter. He had that fierce, smoldering, and danger lurking in his eyes down pat. Like all dominate wolf shifter, his body was a work of masculine muscular art. He was a divinely delicious masterpiece — a fallen angel surely. He had to be a warrior with a vicious appetite both on the battlefield and in between the sheets. His prowess was legendary, which was why her sister had no qualms carrying on her own sexual affairs until he came for her.

Unfortunately, Isabelle had a torturous appetite for men Serenity were drawn to. Like right now, she was getting cozy with her ex flame, Tyler, instead of enjoying the masquerade ball. The same masquerade ball that Tyler was supposed to be her date to and she found him dancing between the sheets with Isabelle. Perhaps, that was why when Serenity’s eyes surveyed Alpha Mackenzie’s body all her envy and hatred surfaced. Why must Isabelle possess all the beautiful things? Why did Isabelle have to be betrothed to her true mate?

“At your service,” she finally forced out, glancing up into his amused eyes. His scent swamped her, daring her to claim him. “How may I be of service to you?”

Alpha Mackenzie’s eyes flashed. He didn’t need to mask his identity. He was envied and revered by all. In the shadows and darkness of the balcony, it was easy to mistake sisters. It was too easy to mistake identities at a masquerade ball.

“Tempting offering.” His eyebrows rose before his eyes narrowed. “How submissive are you truly willing to be, my sweet Luna? I heard you’ve had an unquenchable appetite that rivals mine.”

She swallowed. Of course, he’d know of her sister’s sins against him. Would he make her pay for sister’s sins? Moon goddess, she hoped so. She hoped he’d unleash his fury upon her for his sister’s blatant disobedience. Her body was already buzzing with anticipation. She needed it. She needed it so bad that it hurt.

“Like I said,” she said as he trapped her body between his arms, body, and the stone railing. “I’m at your service.”

That wicked smirk that crossed his face sealed her fate. She knew Alpha Mackenzie would ruin her with ferocious intent. She knew he would master her body with finesse and precision like the elite warrior that he truly was.

For one night, he would be hers. For one night, she pretended to be the Luna to be to a very powerful Alpha. Tomorrow, he and his sister would take the union of pacts rites to solidify their alliance. She would reminisce on a stolen night of steamy passion with her true mate.

—

This was not how Mackenzie planned to meet Alpha Hendricks’ infamous daughter, Isabelle. The last person he would’ve ever believed to be his true mate was his fake betrothed. This farce of a betrothal was to keep Moonshade Pack protected from overly zealous power hungry Alphas hoping to seize other pacts and their land. He did not once believe that this vixen he heard so much about and her provocative ways would be her. He supposed it made sense. Her sense of appetite rivaled his, but the thought of anyone else touching what was truly his made his blood boil.

“How will you repay for your sins?” he questioned as his fingers gently wrapped around her neck.

Her eyes widened at the action, but her body couldn’t lie to him. He smelled the delicious scent of arousal flaring. She licked her lips and he groaned at the sight of her tongue sweeping across her skin. He bit his bottom lip as his hand loosened about her neck. His fingers shifted upwards until his fingertips touched her lips.

Without even being told, she instinctively licked his finger, watching him as intently as he did her. He growled lowly when she opened her mouth and sucked that finger in. The way her mouth suctioned around his finger caused him to harden painfully. His eyes narrowed as he slowly withdrew his finger only to push it back in, testing the addictive feel.

She was going to be the death of him as she moaned around his finger as he imitated what he desired with the movement. She sucked his finger and licked, accepting it without question. For some odd reason, he didn’t pin Isabelle as sexually submissive judging by her reputation, but he was clearly wrong as she didn’t even resist him, picking up on the role. She didn’t even try to control the movement of his finger sliding in and out of her mouth. She let him lead and take control.

“You do that quite well,” he praised her as he let his finger slip out of her mouth. “Show me, Isabelle. Show me how well you’ll service me.”

His hands went to his slacks and he began undoing them. His eyes never left her face. He watched her reaction as a flicker of fear and panic gave way to molten desire. His slacks and boxers dropped in a pile at his feet. He didn’t need to look down to know how hard and thickened he was for her.

Instead, he took himself in one hand and pumped himself. Her eyes gazed upon him. He caught the hint of panic with her shivering. He wouldn’t force her. He was more testing her to see their potential roles in their sexual chemistry. He wanted to know her boundaries and limitations.

When she lifted the skirt of her dress so she wouldn’t be on it as she dropped to her knees in that beautiful gown before him, he couldn’t help but smirk at the sensual creature in front him. Most women he was often around wouldn’t kneel in expensive gowns to pleasure their mate. They would demand that their male counterpart pleasure them instead. He had been with both types of women, but this one in front of him was the only one that set his heart racing in anticipation.

When she opened her mouth and waited for him in that said position like her mouth was an offering, he had to swallow thickly at her reaction. He kicked away his trousers and stepped closer to her and lewdly offered the tip of himself to her. That tongue of hers darted out and licked him like it had for his finger. He groaned at the contact, letting that tongue continue to explore the head of his dick. After a few moments of torture, he pushed himself into her mouth. He watched as her lips wrapped around his thickness as it disappeared pass her lips.

Her eyes flicked up to his as he eased away from her then pushed back into her mouth. His eyes burned into hers as he pushed himself all the way to the back of her throat. After a moment, he withdrew then pushed back in. The feel of her mouth suctioned around him was almost too much, but he was equally addicted to the feeling of control he had over her. The way her eyes gazed up at him with trust and vulnerability. He could smell her scent growing stronger. He growled, knowing it turned her on to have his dick in her mouth.

“You like this,” he mused. “You like me fucking this mouth of yours?” He snapped his hips forward and her eyes widened at the action. “Can you handle me truly fucking your mouth, little one?”

He continued the quick and rough slide in and out of her mouth as his hand reached down to cup the back of her head. He needed to see how much she could handle before she begged him to slow down. His brutal thrusts in her mouth with his eyes still locked on hers as she took his savageness was impressive.

When her hands went up to touch his thighs, he thought she was finally tapping out, but he realized they didn’t stay on him. He watched as one hand started touching her breast through the material of the dress. He grunted at that pretty sight.

“Touch yourself,” he growled as he continued to take her mouth. There would be a time to make love to his little Luna. Tonight wasn’t about that. He needed her to submit to him in all ways so she knew who she belonged to. “Get yourself ready. I’m going to fuck you just like I’m fucking this mouth of yours.” Her eyes snapped to his at that dark threat. He saw pure lust as well as fear. He knew she knew that he was big. He was in her mouth right now. She knew. “Go ahead. Do it.”

He watched her hand wander down her body and sneak under the skirt of her dress. His pace quickened as he watched the fabric shifting. Her eyes continued to gaze up into his.

“That’s it,” he praised as her eyes started glaze over.

He wanted to see. He pulled out of her mouth with a pop. She gasped when he reached down and pulled her up in the air. He deposited her on the stone wall of the balcony high above the forest. He had a hand on her arm, prepared to grab her in case she tumbled over.

“Show me,” he told her as he pushed up the skirt of her gown.

Her eyes widened in realization. Her eyes momentarily flicked to the balcony doorway, which was shut just like he had left them. He was surprised that nobody had interrupted, but he wouldn’t have stopped even if they had. The heat of the mating call blinded him to so-called etiquette and manners.

“Put up your foot up and bend your leg,” he instructed impatient to see her. “I want to see everything.”

He watched her as she did what he asked, putting the foot furthest from him on the stone with her knee bent. He licked his lips when he saw that she was completely bare without undergarments and he saw her on display. He watched as her fingers teased herself, rubbing circles and massaging. He let her work herself up for him until her eyes drifted shut, getting wrapped up in the sensations.

He continued to watch her get lost in her self play. Her eyes squeezed tight as she neared closer to the edge of what he knew she was chasing. The wetness slicked her folds and he couldn’t wait any longer.

Without warning, he stepped forward and pushed the tip inside her and growled at the feel of her around him. Her eyes popped open in shock at his invasion. Her fingers had paused on her skin. His eyes met hers until her eyes drifted lower to witness the sight.

“Go on, Isabelle, play with yourself,” he cooed at her and she blushed at his urging. “Don’t stop. You look so good like this. You touching yourself and with me inside of you.”

She continued on her path to self pleasure. Her fingers danced, touching herself. He grunted when more wetness surrounded him and she clenched around him as she got closer to the edge. He glanced at her face and watched her look down observing how she wrapped around him. He pushed more of himself in her and watched those fingers dance over her skin above his thickness. His eyes flicked up to hers as a little breathy moans caught his attention.

He reached up and her eyes watched his hand as they cupped her breast through her gown. He was rewarded with a louder moan when he palmed at her breast before his thumb teased her nipple.

Extra sensitive. He filed that away for future. He planned to take advantage of all the clues that drove her to submit to him without hesitation. He tugged and played with the hardened bud, noticing how wet she continued to get.

Yet again her eyes drifted shut and her body tensed, coiling with need before she cried out. Not allowing her to enjoy her orgasm, he thrusted deep into her, causing her to tense again and struggle to breathe. He fought through the tightness. Her body exploded around him as he expected. She grunted as her body spasmed as he continued to take her harder and faster.

He watched her face as she continued to lose control over her body to him. He wanted all of her. Every single bit of her. She was his and only his.

—

His amber eyes glowed even in the darkness as he sank deeper inside of her. She remembered the roughness of his grasp. He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t expect him to be. He thought she was her sister and he was punishing her for seeking pleasure from others. Hypocritical since the powerful wolf shifter did the same so she punished him in her own way as if she had a right to.

She dragged her nails down his back as he drew her close to him. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She should’ve been frightened about falling to her death. She was perched on the stone wall of the balcony high above the forest, but she knew he wouldn’t allow her an easy death.

“You’re driving me insane,” he growled against the sensitive skin of her neck and she moaned in response.

He inhaled her scent before nibbling her skin. Oh, Moon Goddess, this wolf would be her undoing! He was driving her wild. His rhythm was relentless and ruthless. She should care if anyone decided to step out on the balcony. She truly should, but she couldn’t focus on anyone but the wolf dominating her body and branding her entire being his.

When she reached her peak yet again, he had yanked back her hair so his amber eyes could watch her explosion coarse through her body. His glowing eyes locked upon hers in the light of the full moon.

“That’s it, my little Luna,” he encouraged. No doubt he felt the tremors of her pulsing core yet again. That wicked smile accompanied that dangerous look in his eyes. “I will be the last one to ever experience you like this again, right?”

Shivering, she nodded her head. Her eyes dropped from his, but the grip on her hair forced her to look back up into his. She gasped as he continued a pace much more ferocious than what he had before. Her entire body started quivering until once again her body bowed and keened over with the most intense explosion yet that rocked through her body.

He swallowed down her screams of ecstasy as he tensed against her body and she felt him pour his hot seed inside of her. She knew she was done for. His soul was now fully embedded in her. In that moment, the dangerous truth reflecting in those beautiful amber eyes.

She was his in every sense of the word, but he was her true mate… and he would never be hers.

He would be Isabelle’s.

Yet another reason to hate her sister rose up.