Munro (Immortals After Dark #18) by Kresley Cole

            If Munro had trusted that she would come back to him, he could’ve prepared for this. Could’ve gotten a contraceptive. Under the influence of the moon, he would likely impregnate her. If she ever regained control of her beast, would some part of her resent him for taking away her choice once more?

            Love and lust and dread all got twisted up inside him, with the moon heightening every emotion. . . .

            Her dress soon shared the same fate as his clothes, slashed to ribbons and cast away. Then she was atop him, naked as a dream.

            Lykae loved the chase, in and of itself. But even more than the chase, they loved the catch.

            I’ve caught my mate at last. Or she’s caught me. I have her.

            The moon continued its steady rise over the cypress trees until light shone directly down on them, bathing her body in torrents of silver. He gazed in awe at Kereny’s wolven state.

            Her white fangs dug into her red bottom lip. Her heavy-lidded eyes glowed blue. Moon-shot tresses curled over her shoulders, tickling her voluptuous breasts.

            Goddess.

            His beast was in a tumult for such a creature. Munro battled it with all his strength.

            She started to move on him, her cunny slicking the length of his shaft.

            “Ahh!” His hips involuntarily surged. “You’re so wet. So ready for me.”

            She moaned, her claws digging into his pecs—ten spurs to the animal inside him. After all of Munro’s plans to make this claiming good for her, she was about to mount him. Use him. Relinquish her virginity on her terms.

            And gods, that aroused him like nothing before.

            She rocked her hips until the head of his cock connected with her tight entrance and began to wedge inside her.

            “Kereny!” He gripped her hips with shaking hands as she took him deeper. One inch. Another.

            He’d waited all his life for her sex to sheathe him like this, was no match for that hot, wet welcome of home. Together, Kereny and the moon ruled him. Munro was shuffled to the background, aware of his actions, but overpowered.

            Surrendering, he let his beast free with a roar to the sky. . . .

            She was writhing atop him to take more of his shaft when he heard someone approaching. A familiar scent—Will?

            In Gaelic, his brother called, “I’m no’ looking, but you might want to leash the beast for another few moments.”

            Kereny growled at the intruder. If Will got any closer, she would attack.

            His brother was no fool; he kept his distance. “We recovered Garreth’s control cuff.” How the hell had Will succeeded with that impossible feat? “The witches told me it will actually work on a newling.”

            Then Kereny would return to Munro as soon as she donned the cuff! He wanted to howl his relief.

             “We got a contraceptive cuff for you as well. Yours is the black one. I’m going to leave them right here beneath this oak.” The scent of magic carried from not far away. “We’ll make sure you two stay away from the settlement, so rest easy on that score.” He loped off.

            Could Munro still salvage this claiming? Mayhap not get his mate pregnant on the first night of her immortal life? He thought of all the precum he’d already delivered. Yet as long as he didn’t spill inside her without a buffer, they’d be fine.

            Right? The Instinct would tell her quickly enough.

            To get to the cuffs, Munro would have to harness the beast. Why was Will so certain he could on a night like this? Too far gone, brother.

            Pressures bore down on Munro. His risen beast. His female’s tight channel contracting around his cockhead. The blazing moonlight.

            His feelings for her.

            He’d thought he’d lost her, and now she had returned to him. He was frantic to claim her forever. But then Munro imagined his first conversation with her: “Good morning, lover. Welcome to immortality—and motherhood!”

            Go to the shadows, beast. Now! Having waited centuries for this as well, the creature roared, shaking the trees around them.