Fox, Morgan - Ravished by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

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Author: Morgan Fox
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mocking little mouth of yours and shut you up like you deserve.”
    She arched a reddish blonde brow. “You think that scares me, Dominic…sucking your cock?”
    Holy shit, he was so hard he could hammer nails with his dick. How could this woman excite him and frustrate him at the same damn time? She was driving him crazy, and if she wasn’t careful, he was going to do more than threaten her.
    “Megan, you are already treading on rough water here. You might not like teasing me so much when I take you back to my place and fuck the bitch right out of you.”
    “Oh, Dominic,” she moaned provokingly, pressing her lips together into a sexy, seductive pout. “You really think I’d leave here with you? Think I’d let you slide that big cock inside my tight, wet pussy?” Giggling, she swallowed back another bottle of savory liquor and slowly the amber-colored liquid disappeared. With a breathy gasp, she slammed the bottle down onto the counter. Cocking a crooked grin, she said, “It’s going to take at least another bottle of whiskey before I’d even considering letting you fuck me and maybe even one more before I feel drunk enough to suck your cock.”
    His hands fisted on the bar. “Damn it, Megan,” he groaned, standing up and grabbing hold of her by her hair, tugging her face within a breath of his. For a long moment, he stood there holding her against him. He imagined taking her mouth, kissing her until they couldn’t breathe, stripping her bare, and shoving his cock into her pussy, fucking her right on the barstool as she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him close to her.
    He licked his dry lips and watched as her gaze drifted to stare at his mouth. Did she want him to kiss her? God, he didn’t know. “Stop teasing me, wench. It’s for your own good.”
    Eyes wide, she didn’t flinch away from him. Instead, she pressed her chest firmly against his. Her nipples abraded his skin through the fabric of his T-shirt, sending fire blazing to his already hard cock.
    She glared at him, and he swore he could see desire oozing from her eyes and felt the fire burning inside her as it was in him. “Since when did you care what was for my own good, Dominic? Honestly, why do you care?”
    His jaw flexed as he stared at her, her pink, pouty lips so close to his own, her rum- and whisky-soaked breath mingling with his. Fuck, he wanted to taste those lips, wanted to shove his cock deep inside her pussy until she screamed and moaned from the pleasure he gave her. Then she’d realize what she’d missed out on all those years ago. He’d teach her who the true alpha in her life was. The one who could make her bend to his will and force her to yield even when she didn’t want to. Never again would he ever have to worry about how Jonah McCarthy made her feel, how he had won her all those years ago, because now it was his turn.
    His eyes focused on hers, the sparkling green of her eyes hypnotizing him, lulling him deeper into lust. Not breaking their heated stare, he waved the bartender over. “Bring us four more bottles,” he said in a deep, resonating voice, his hand still cradled at the back of Megan’s neck.
    The bartender nodded and placed the bottles in front of them. Dominic shoved two bottles in her direction. He grinned, eyeing her with radiating heat. “Drink up, honey.” He leaned close, her breath warm on his face. His eyes dipped to gaze at her moistened lips and then back to her wide green eyes.
    A wicked grin eclipsed his mouth as he told her in a deep, sexual tone, “Because when you’re good and drunk, I’m taking you back to my place to fuck the shit out of that tight cunt.”
    To Dominic’s surprise, Megan didn’t object to his idea to go back to his place. She simply slammed back the last two bottles of whiskey and, with a sexy-as-hell grin, told him to lead the way. Who was he to deny a lady’s request? Sure, he didn’t like the idea that she was using him, but in all honesty, wasn’t

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