After the Moon Rises by Karilyn Bentley

the shirt was unbuttoned, she pushed the sleeves down his arms, dropping it onto the floor. She ran her hands up his arms, feeling the muscles tense at her touch. Damn, but the man was strong. She loved the feel of his pecs under her palms, the way the springy hair dusted his chest.
    She needed her skin against his. Now.
    Working quickly, Vonda yanked her shirt over her head and smiled at a transfixed Tom. Once she dropped the shirt onto the ground, he snapped out of his trance.
    His hands shoved her pants over her hips and Vonda kicked them off. A wave of embarrassment passed through her. What if he didn’t like the way she looked? Her sexual experiences were limited to fumbles in the dark and a man who called her a dog.
    If that growl meant anything, she shouldn’t have worried. Tom brushed a hand over her collarbone, across her breasts, down her stomach to her core, the feather-light touch scorching like fire.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    Vonda felt her muscles relax at his words.
    “You’re pretty good looking yourself.”
    He bent his head, his lips pressing against hers. The tip of his tongue traced the crease between her lips and she opened for him, letting the strokes of his tongue against hers carry her into that place where nothing mattered but the two of them.
    Tom held her head with one hand, while his other teased her nipple into a hard point. Vonda stopped thinking, her body pure instinct, wanting him, needing him in her. She fumbled with the button on his Levi’s, while his fingers flicked against her nipple. A moan escaped her and she finally freed the darn button, which allowed her to yank the zipper down. She shoved the jeans over his hips then pulled the waistband of his tighty-whities out and over his staff, freeing him for her feeling pleasure.
    Vonda ran her hand up the length of him, loving the velvety skin, the thick head, the swollen sac. Damn, but he was huge. She’d be sore tomorrow.
    She could hardly wait.
    Tom moaned in her mouth as she stroked up the thick length. His thumb rubbed against her swollen nipple as his other hand stroked from her waist to her hip, each pass drawing closer to the place between her legs that ached for him.
    He kissed her until her surroundings dimmed, until the only thing that mattered was his lips on hers, his skin against hers, the feel of his staff in her hand as she drew it through her grasp. She circled the broad head, once, twice, feeling wetness seep out of the slit. Rubbing the moisture into his skin, she continued her lazy strokes, up and down, up and circled around, while Tom’s hand moved closer to her mound.
    He touched her core, his fingers sliding in the wetness he found there. She felt his staff kick in her hand, spurts of cum coating her stomach.
    “Shit!” Tom exploded as his hips bucked against her hand, while she milked him dry.
    Well, that didn’t take long. What about her?
    He dropped his head to her shoulder, breathing deeply. “I’m so sorry. It’s been awhile since I’ve...yeah.” He tried to take a step and tripped over his jeans, falling into her. “God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This just isn’t going to work. Not now anyway. I just...” He ran his hand through his hair.
    Vonda blinked. “But what about Margie?”
    “Fuck. I don’t know.”
    Vonda looked down and saw cum running down her stomach. She wiped it off, smearing onto her core and the insides of her legs.
    “Hey, Margie! It’s finished!”
    Hopefully the alpha would smell him on her and leave before this night got any worse.
    Vonda heard Margie on the other side of the door, breathing deeply.
    “Ah, good. The mating is complete. Is Tom...okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m good.” His hand did another run through the hair.
    “Oh. Well, then. That’s great. Great.” Why did she sound so disappointed? “I’ll let myself out and leave you two lovebirds alone. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon to talk to Vonda.”
    Vonda and Tom listened as Margie’s steps echoed