Under an Endless Moon (Moonlit Ridge Book 2)

The entrancing beat of the dance music thrummed through the space.

Alluring.

Spellbinding.

Though it was this woman who lured me like a trap, only I was a willing prisoner.

Captivated.

Enthralled.

Hers.

“Thought I told you I didn’t want you to leave my side,” I grumbled at her ear. Panic had seized me when I’d looked up to find the table she and the rest of the girls had been huddled around empty, though it hadn’t taken but a blip to find the lot of them out on the dance floor, having the best time.

I didn’t want to rob her of that, but I couldn’t evade the dread after what had happened yesterday and the weeks leading up.

Some faceless psychopath out for blood.

I’d spent most of the night trying to keep distance between us because I wasn’t sure I trusted myself to be close to her, but I hadn’t been able to stand it for a second longer when the rest of the guys had paired up with their women and Raven had gotten swallowed by the throng.

I had to seek her out.

“I knew you’d come to me,” Raven murmured over the din, glancing back at me as she leaned her weight against me.

“I’ll always come to you, Moonflower.”

Couldn’t stand spending one more day without every-fucking-person in this place knowing she was mine, and I made the decision right then that I’d go to River tomorrow and confess it all, consequences be damned because loving Raven Tayte was worth any repercussion.

She writhed to the rhythm.

Seductive.

Provocative.

Lust barreled through my being, and a needy groan rolled up my throat that I buried at the side of her neck.

It wasn’t like we weren’t known to dance together, but this was wholly different.

The way I couldn’t get her close enough. The way our bodies moved together. Way my hand was splayed across her belly as I ground my hard cock against her ass.

I guided her deeper into the fringes, tucking us away at the far edge of the dance floor, beyond the reach of the strobes that flashed over the toiling crush. We were hidden in it, buried in the frenzied swell of bodies that raved in the ecstasy that boiled in the club.

Heat curled and climbed, and I edged closer to the flames, getting lost in the feel of her against me.

I lifted the bottle of whiskey to my lips, taking a long swill, before I did the same for her. She rocked her head back against my chest as she swallowed it down before she went back to rolling her body against mine.

She bunched up the lush fall of her hair and lifted it high.

Her skin was slicked with a sheen of sweat.

I leaned in and kissed a path along the slope of her neck, tongue roving over the soft, delicious flesh.

A haze clouded my mind, the only sense I had left was her.

The feel of her. The smell of her. The taste of her.

“Otto,” she whimpered as I somehow pulled her even closer, my dick rocking against her ass, seeking friction.

“Need you,” I mumbled, half delirious.

Okay, I had to be completely delirious since I was basically mauling her in front of everyone.

“Then take me. It is your birthday, after all.”

Fuck.

I only had a flash of reservation before I snagged Raven’s hand and began to wind her through the crowd. Needy expectation radiated from her as she fumbled along behind me.

I scanned the faces on the dance floor, making sure no one was paying us any mind before I slinked through the opening to the hall that led to the restrooms.

There was another door at the very end of it that read Reserved.

It was a rambling room that was normally used for private parties, but I had far better intentions for it right then.

I turned the knob and poked my head inside to make sure it was vacant, then I glanced over Raven’s head and down the hall once more before I pulled her inside.

She giggled as she stumbled a little on those heels as she strode into the dimness of the room. The only illumination came from a row of dull lights that ran the backside of the wall, giving it a dusky, twilight glow.

I clicked the door shut behind us and locked it, before I slowly swiveled on my heel to the woman who was vibrating in the middle of the room.

A vision.

A dream.

This treasure that I was going to cherish forever.

“You tryin’ to wreck me, Little Moonflower? Make me lose my mind?”

“Think I lost mine a long, long time ago.”

Lust rolled out of me on a low grunt as she kept backing away, using that body as bait.

I stalked for her, taking a deep pull from the bottle of whiskey as I approached. I swiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I kept erasing the space between us.

Those eyes raked over me.

Needy and hungry.

Energy lashed.

Whips of greed that scourged across my overheated body.

With the bottle still in one hand, I looped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up, and she wrapped those toned legs around my waist.

I carried her two steps to the long table that sat in the middle of the room and propped her on the edge, never stepping out of the sanctuary of those thighs as I tipped the bottle back to her mouth.

She took a long swig, gasping at the burn.

But I didn’t think it was the alcohol that had us intoxicated.

It was this.

Us.

This chaos that bound.

“Raven.” Her name was praise as I set the bottle aside and fisted the fall of her hair up in my hand. I angled her head so I could kiss along her neck. “Sweet fuckin’ Raven.”

Though the woman didn’t look so sweet right then.

So goddamn fierce and powerful in that skirt.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, I can’t see. Blinded by you.”

A charge flashed through the room.

Sharp nails dragged down my chest. “You’ve always been the one I’ve seen, Otto. The one I needed. The one I loved.”

“I’m right here, honey, and I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

I shifted so I could capture her mouth.

In an instant, a fire lit. Our kisses frantic and crazed as we struggled to possess the other.

Tongues and lips and teeth.

Hands gripping and seeking.

Flames erupted, a fire that’d been smoldering all night.

An inferno that consumed.

I jerked her closer to the edge of the table as she yanked at the button of my jeans. She had me free as I was pulling the slip of lace covering her pussy aside.

I drove inside her.

So damned deep.

Pleasure ricocheted through every cell of my body, no better feeling in the world than my dick buried in the throbbing clutch of her cunt.

So fuckin’ tight a rush of dizziness spun through my head.

She cried out as her fingers clawed up the back of my neck. “Otto. God…how…every time?”

“You love it, Raven? You love being stuffed full of my cock?”

“Yes. I love it. I want it. I need it,” she rambled, close to incoherent, nothing but pleas rolling from that sweet tongue.

I splayed my hand over the base of her spine and brought her to the very edge of the table, her ass hanging off the side. I pulled out then drove back in.

A delirious moan jutted out of her, and I swallowed it. Drinking it down as I began to move inside her.

She kissed me back, frantic and wild as she rose up from the table to meet me thrust for thrust.

A fever raced across our flesh.

Our desperation pouring into the other.

Impassioned kisses and groping hands.

Our bodies thrashed and bucked as I fucked her deep, clinging to her to get her closer with each drive of my hips.

My ears filled with the sounds of it. The slapping of skin and the whimpered cries and the shout of our souls.

“You feel so good.” The words scraped through our kiss, her breaths jutting from her lungs as I filled her full again and again. “So good.”

“You are my heaven, Raven. Fuckin’ paradise. Everything I never thought I’d have.”

“You had me all along.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

Heat crackled across our flesh. Pinpricks of rapture that whispered over us like a prayer.

Like a promise was being made.

“You are the light inside of me, Raven. Only thing that could ever lead me out of the dark. Gonna love you through it all. Under every endless moon. And when dawn finally breaks, I will watch you rise.”

The words raked out of me as I drove into her, my hands up under that skirt, palming her ass as I urged her against me.

A swell of intensity bellowed.

Winding and whipping.

Dragging us closer.

Chains I no longer wanted to resist.

Bound with this girl for eternity.

Body and heart and mind.

Pleasure glowed like a halo around her. Girl a beacon that would forever guide me home.

“Otto.”

“You feel it?” I demanded.

“Yes,” she gasped.

I shifted her so I could reach my hand in between us to get to her throbbing, swollen clit. I rubbed my fingers against it as I pounded into her in torrid, frenzied thrusts.

Hot little sounds kept mewling from her mouth, and I swallowed them whole as I drove her toward the bliss that swarmed around us.

The air alive.

Snapping and buzzing as it encircled us in a hazy cloud of greed.

Pleasure grew and gathered with each rock of my hips, both of us wound so tight as we climbed for that height.

To that place where the two of us reigned.

Where it was just me and Raven and there were no obstacles to be found. The chasms filled and the fractures healed.

“Want to hear my name coming from that sweet mouth when you come, Little Moonflower. Want to hear you shoutin’ it.”

“I’m going to⁠—”

I swept in and took her mouth, stealing the words as I shifted her back, driving into her so fuckin’ hard as I swirled my fingers over her engorged nub.

“Let me have it, Raven. Give me your pleasure.”

“It’s yours. It’s always been yours.”

On the next thrust, I felt her splinter apart. An orgasm rending through her on an obliterating wave. Racing through her as she shouted my name.

Nails raked down my back, almost painfully as she flew.

The girl soaring through the night.

She took me with her.

Carrying me on her wings.

That heaven set out above me that I could only reach with her.

A rapture so complete that I was shouting, too, her name forever on my lips.

“Raven. Fuck, Raven.”

I poured into her hot needy cunt, pulsing and pulsing in spastic quakes. My fingers sank into her thighs as I dragged her even closer, so close there was no room for anything else.

Just us.

Just us.

She kept clutching me as she searched for the oxygen that’d gone missing.

Sweat slicked our skin, the flames still licking through us, though they’d been subdued.

Quiet, crackling embers.

Inhaling a shaky breath, I curled an arm up her back and wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck, hanging on as I brushed back the hair matted at her temple with the other.

My throat felt sticky and thick.

Too full.

Overwhelmed.

“I love you, Raven Tayte. For every single one of my days.”

“I love you so much, Otto. You’re my favorite person.” There was no tease to it that time. Only stark adoration as she brushed her fingertips over my lips.

I grabbed them and kissed across the tips. “No one can compare.”

We stayed like that for a moment, just gazing at each other through the lapping darkness of the room before I pulled out of her, more than reluctantly, and started to tuck myself back into my jeans as I helped her readjust her underwear.

But it wasn’t soon enough before the door crashed open behind us.

Not soon enough to conceal what we’d been doing.

Not soon enough to stop the fury that lanced through the room.

Because River was there, raging in the doorway, Kane’s key hanging from the lock, his mouth twisted in venom. “You fuckin’ lying piece of shit. I fuckin’ knew it.”

Then he was storming across the room toward me.