Full Moon Rising

But given the fierceness of that fever, I knew control would only be claimed by sating some of the need

It was just too bad Qui

I frowned and thrust the thought away. Until I knew a whole lot more about the mysterious Qui

I walked down the steps and headed into the change rooms. After taking a quick shower to wash the smell of work and vampire from my skin, I put on my club clothes and did my makeup. Then I swept my long hair into a ponytail, shoved my bag into the locker, my credit card and locker key into the small pocket in my skirt, and headed out into the crowd

Closer to the dance floor, the sensual beat of the music was accompanied by grunts of pleasure and the slap of flesh against flesh. The fever in my blood rose several notches and the deep-down ache that had started with Qui

But as much as I hungered to become part of the lusty, sweating crowd, I still had enough control to put business before pleasure. Davern was there somewhere, and I had to find him

I skirted the edge of the dance floor, my gaze sweeping the tables lining the walls. Davern was near the rear of the room, close to the privacy booths. But he wasn’t alone at the table, and I wasn’t about to interrupt. Wolves, especially males, tended to get extremely violent if you did

I grabbed a drink off a passing waiter—all of whom were mind-blind and nonhuman, which not only meant they could defend themselves if things got nasty, but the aura of a werewolf in heat had no effect on them. And while they were all normal men and women, and did get aroused, they were paid extremely well to ignore their hormones. Which was why jobs at all the werewolf clubs were most sought after

I took a deep breath, inhaling the scents that swirled around me, allowing the atmosphere to soak through my pores, a richness that spoke of pleasure, indulgence, and carnal fantasies

Was it any wonder humans were busting their balls to get into the wolf clubs? The sexual freedom of the clubs had to leave them feeling like kids in a candy store compared to the uptight, moralistic sensibilities currently being forced onto the human race as a whole

Of course, having humans around during the full-moon phase would be a dangerous thing, especially considering there were some packs who liked their sex extremely rough. Humans just weren’t designed to cope with a werewolf’s idea of wild sex—which was why clubs Australia-wide were banding together for the first time in history to fight the government’s plans. The last thing anyone wanted was a human casualty during the bloom of the moon—if only because the blame would be placed on werewolves and the clubs rather than the idiots who’d forced the change of rules

As I looked back to the stairs, a man entered. He was tall and powerfully built, with chiseled features and dark golden hair. And the sheer sexual energy radiating off him was something I could feel even from where I stood. I’d met—and mated—with a lot of wolves over my twenty-nine years, but none of them had an aura as powerful, or as binding, as this wolf’s

Our gazes met. The heat so evident in the strange golden depths of his eyes echoed through the fibers of my being. Talon and I had been together for almost two years—which was something of a record for those who aren’t soul mates. We knew each other extremely well sexually but were still basically strangers outside of the clubs

He walked down the steps, stripping off his shirt as he did so and tossing it casually toward an empty table. His golden skin gleamed in the starry light and his leather pants showcased not only the strength of his legs but the size of his erection

The force of his aura rolled before him, hitting the women nearest him like a tidal wave. Sighs and stares followed in his wake but he didn’t stop, his gaze on mine as he strode toward me

At six and a half feet, he was a big man. Even though I wore six-inch heels, he still dwarfed me by a good five inches. But when he moved, it was with the grace and lightness of a vampire. The selfish part of me hoped he didn’t find his soul mate before I found mine, because we were good together. His brand of wild sex was something I wanted to keep enjoying for a while yet

He stopped when there were still several feet between us, his gaze sliding casually down my body before rising to meet mine again. The lust that surged between us caressed my skin until it felt like I was glowing

“I didn’t expect to find you here this afternoon, little wolf.”

His voice was a deep rumble, yet it flowed across my senses as sensually as a warm summer breeze. “I’m looking for Rhoan, and had hoped to ask Davern where he is.”

His gaze momentarily went past me. “Davern won’t be much longer, from the look of it.”

“No, he won’t.” I was aware of the rising level of noise and pleasure coming from Davern’s table, but part of me hoped he held off. I wanted to drink in the radiating force of this man awhile longer

Talon took a step closer and my breath caught. The burning of the silver bullet in my flesh was nothing compared to the fire eating me at that moment

His fingers brushed my cheek, then slipped down my neck and chest. It was a feather-light caress that felt as powerful as a sledgehammer. He flicked open the shirt’s first button, then moved on to the next one. “The fever burns in you, little wolf. I can smell it.”

So could I, and it was begi

“Really?” Another button gone. “And what is so urgent that you must speak to him during this time of celebration?”

“I got a call from Rhoan’s mother.” His mother was my mother, but Talon didn’t know that. “As I said, I need to find him.”

The last button came undone and he pushed my shirt open. His fingers skimmed up my stomach, sending quivers of anticipation scooting across my flesh. With deliberate slowness, his touch circled a breast, his gaze holding mine, drowning me in the flames of his desire as his caress gradually worked inward, reaching but not quite touching the aching, sensitive center

Perspiration beaded my skin. His whisper-soft stroking moved to my other breast and by the time he’d finished circling to the center, I was close to screaming with frustration

“Can I dance with you, little wolf?”

“After I talk to Davern, you can do whatever you want to me.”

“A dangerous statement given the heat that sears us.”

A smile teased my lips. I ran a finger down the hard planes of his chest and toyed with the top button of his pants. “And just what is it that you intend to do to me?”

He leaned closer. All I could smell, all I could breathe, was the musky, ardent odor of this wolf

He brushed a kiss across my lips, then, with his voice little more than a gravelly growl, said, “I intend to fuck you senseless.”

My heart slipped into overdrive. The intensity of both his words and his aura suggested he was feeling the moon as strongly as I, and, missing brother or no missing brother, I was damn glad I’d come here today. Misha, the second of my usual lovers, was gentle and sweet, but Talon was fierceness and danger and excitement and power. When the moon rode me strongly, it was Talon I wanted

I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that what you always do?”

His grin was wolfish. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed me close, until it felt as if he was trying to slip inside

“This time I shall fuck you until you cry my name to the moon.” His breath caressed my mouth and his gaze burned deep, until it felt like his desire singed the very fibers of my soul. “Then I shall keep on going until you beg for me to stop.”