Saturday Snippet

Now that Naughty November is over, I'm getting back to a little bit of a regular schedule on the blog. (although I am planning something fun for christmas)

This week's theme for Snippet Saturday is author's choice so I've decided on a scene from Black Moon Rising where Nolan and Sierra are running for their lives without much of a clue as to what's gone wrong. It leads to an incredibly intense scene between them.

Excerpt:

Jesus. Nolan had known this day could come, but he'd never planned on dragging Sierra through the forest with her naked ass in his face and arousal running down her legs. Nope, this was one scenario no one had ever considered.

Duty was one thing; watching his woman fuck like an animal during an ancient moon ritual that mated her to another of her kind had been pure torture.

Screams sounded in the distance, driving him faster. Sierra was now the alpha of the pack, and her safety mattered above all else. They had about twenty-one hours and fifteen minutes before she'd regain her strength. Those patrols had better have a damned good reason for letting something, or someone, through the town barrier.

The terrain dipped under his feet. "Fuck." Nolan braced Sierra's thighs to save his balance.

"Let me down. I can keep up with you on my own two legs now." Sierra scratched though the fabric of his shirt again. His back would be shredded soon if he didn't put her down, but losing precious time meant the difference between death and life for them all.

"Soon. I have no idea what the status of the rest of the pack is, and I'm not taking any chances." His breathing was rough. He might not have the heightened senses of a wolf, but his instincts screamed in warning that they were still in danger.

"Hurry." She spoke quietly, the sound laced with anger and frustration. "I can't see anyone behind us."

His blood chilled at the news.

Marek had been right next to Sierra, and Dave should have been on his heels.

Seconds turned into long minutes as he ran toward the safe house. They were close now, and from the lack of sounds ahead, likely the first to arrive. He slowed to a stop and set Sierra on a rock. She kept quiet; they both knew the drill. Sierra nodded in the direction they needed to go, and he tapped his ear in response. When she shook her head, indicating no sounds came from the path ahead, he sighed in relief. Her strength might have been tapped out, but her exceptional hearing and smell were as spot-on as ever.

If she heard nothing, then no one was there. She'd once told him she could hear someone's heart beating from half a football field away, and they were a mere forty feet from touching the back deck of the cabin they'd take refuge in.

She pointed in the direction of the house, and he nodded, knowing she was ready to proceed. He hiked his pants leg, pulled a knife from the sheath strapped to his ankle, and pressed it into her hand. He thought for a second she might protest, when she grabbed the handle and held it like she aimed to use it if she had to. Still, as her protector, Nolan went first, his gun at the ready as they moved soundlessly toward the back door.

An angry howl split the air, and Nolan swung his head in the direction of the sound. He spared a glance at Sierra, and a slight smile brightened her face. Good to know Marek had survived.

Sierra couldn't answer his call without giving away their position, so they kept moving toward the cabin. A moonless night gave them little light to work with, but it did give them good cover. Once inside, Sierra could find some clothes, and he'd set about contacting the pack to find out what had gone wrong. He didn't want to think about possible casualties, but it wouldn't be the first time the pack had been attacked.

Although never on a black moon.

Their only known enemies consisted of rival packs, which usually raided their ranks for females. Seemed every pack lately struggled with the same fertility issue and were always looking for fresh blood to add to the mix.

Not tonight.

Wolves tended to retreat and hide in the twenty-four hour period of a new moon when their strength was at its lowest. They hated being weak like humans, and a black moon only amplified the problem with intense sexual needs.

Which meant only one thing. The attack had come in human form, and only someone familiar with shifter breeding would know about this Achilles' heel. He swore silently at the timing. Sierra's first hour as alpha, and she had a shit storm to deal with.

He strained to see through the dark. What he wouldn't give for a pair of night-vision goggles right about now. But he could rely on Sierra to spot any close danger because her vision was perfect day or night. With no other movement or sign of trouble, they moved onto the deck, and Sierra stepped aside for him to open the door.

Nolan grabbed the key he'd worn around his neck since the day he'd turned twenty. This was the first time they'd ever needed it for something other than a drill. Maybe after tonight, he'd upgrade the security here to something a little more high tech. At least during the last training exercise, he'd restocked the cabin with double the weapons and ammo and personally checked each and every gun for full functionality. He'd lived by the motto that the devil was in the details his whole life, thanks to an obsessive father, so he never left anything to chance. He ran the protector program tighter than any military group.

The cool metal fit smoothly into the lock and turned with well-oiled ease. Nolan yanked the door open and pulled Sierra in with him. In thirty seconds, he had the entrance secure and the few rooms checked to ensure they were alone. Every family had their own hidey-hole, and this one belonged to the alpha. So where the hell was Sierra's father? The call went out over the radio, and every protector would have received the message.

"What the hell happened out there, Nolan?"

He turned to Sierra, who'd begun rifling through the drawers in the bedroom in search of her clothes. Now that she was safe, he took a minute to look at her. She had scratches and dirt from the forest, and even a few leaves in her hair, yet her pale skin shone brighter than any full moon; and despite their damned situation, his dick twitched in his pants.

He'd been forced to watch Marek claim her in front of the whole pack. While he understood the need to do so and the importance of her taking over the reins, his gut had twisted, and he'd ground his teeth until his jaw had ached. He wanted to stake an equal claim. He and Marek had already come to an agreement when it came to their relationship, but for the first time, he felt unsure. Wolves had voracious sexual needs, and many of their emotions were displayed in that manner. Lust, anger, jealousy, you name it, and she got horny. Gave all new meaning to the words makeup sex.

The fact wolves tended to be polyamorous in their sexual play bothered him little. He'd grown up in Silverstone, and it had become more than normal; in fact, it was expected. But usually when a wolf mated, a bond formed that no one else shared. They were possessive yet open at the same time. A quandary he'd not quite figured out.

"Something or someone broke through the guard," he said as he stalked in her direction, aggression boiling in his veins. He wanted to claim.

To take.

And to hell with the pack and Sierra's status. She belonged equally to them both. Sierra not only shared her body but her affection as well. So why did he need this now? Nolan shook off his thoughts and focused on her.

"That's not a good enough answer," she snapped. Sierra slammed the drawer shut and looked up, her eyes growing wide at the intent she must have recognized on his face.

"No, Nolan. Not now."

He grabbed her shoulders and gathered her against him, covering her protest with his mouth. Heat and warmth exploded through him as he speared his tongue inside her. Sweet and earthy. That was the image he got when he tasted her. Her unique flavor lived inside him every day, a constant reminder of the soul-searing effect she had on him. He pressed into the taut muscles of her neck until slowly they eased and she gave in to her baser needs.

Tongues tangled roughly as he wrestled her for control. Never one to shy away from a challenge, Sierra gave as good as she got. She threaded her hands through his hair and pulled him tighter. The key fell from his hand when he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her long, strong legs around his waist as he moved toward the bed.

The effects of the black moon would not go away until tomorrow, and even though he knew she couldn't resist, or maybe because of it, Nolan pushed her onto the bed.

He had to have her.

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