All Chapters of MARKED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

~ CATHERINE ~ "I said, where the hell is Cain!" I demand again, louder this time, unable to hide the edge in my voice. I’m starting to lose it. “He went to meet West,” Ronan finally answers, stepping back to give me some space. “Why would he do that?” I shoot him a look, my heartbeat climbing. “What happened?” “That’s what I’d like to know,” Ronan growls, his irises shifting to a burning shade of gold. “He was supposed to find you, claim you, and bring you back to the pack. But he never made it back.” Fear hits me so hard it knocks the breath from my lungs. “How long has he been gone?” “He left three nights ago,” Alex replies softly. “Three nights ago?” I stumble out of the bed, not caring that I’m only wearing a skimpy black T-shirt. “Why the hell did you wait so long to wake me up? And why would you let him go alone?”

~ CAIN ~ Everything is covered in a thick, dark haze, making it impossible to comprehend what’s happening around me. I try to focus, to think of a way to break free, but each thought snaps like a thread as the animal inside me takes control. My cage I'm in rattles, no doubt kicked by one of the guards stationed nearby. I try to summon anger, to find strength in rage, but their taunts of torture and death no longer matter to me. I’m beyond communication now. The shift happened hours ago. The moment the moon slipped from behind the clouds and touched my skin, I changed. I tried to resist it because it was too dangerous to transform. I needed to keep my mind clear. Unfortunately, I wasn’t strong enough. The moon called to me, demanding I let the beast out and I had no choice but to answer, allowing it to claim me fully. To make matters worse, the forced change I experienced came with something more dangerous. The need to claim my mate at all costs. Unfiltered desire has been

~ CATHERINE ~ It takes everything in me to drag my thoughts from Cain and concentrate on the matter at hand. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” I say in response to Zarek's threat. It’s difficult, but I manage to speak over the gut-wrenching sounds my mate is making, digging deep to find the strength to remain calm. “If you take my head, you’ll start a war with the Werewolves. Neither of us wants that.” Arching a blond brow, Zarek questions, “Are you offering to forget that ridiculous vow of yours? Can and will you walk away from me? Honest answer now. No lying.” I clench my teeth. The bastard already knows the answer. “No.” Zarek snaps his fingers and a vampire rushes to his side. He grips the hilt of the sword extended to him with his long, pale fingers. He gives it a practice swing. “Then war is a risk I’m willing to take. I want your life’s blood cascading on the stones at my feet. I’m going to watch as the light fades from your eyes. It was here, wasn’t it? That I killed your friend

~ CATHERINE ~ I cradle the underside of Cain's cock with my tongue and work my mouth up and down his shaft; the portion I can’t cover I work with my hand. Each stroke brings him closer to the back of my throat, and wanting to take even more of him, I relax my throat. In seconds, I'm timing the motions of my clasped fingers with the suction of my mouth. Bitterness coats my tongue, but the taste is unique and not entirely unpleasant. “Stay still,” Cain orders hoarsely and wraps a firm hand beneath my jaw while keeping the other nestled in my hair. “I want to take those sweet lips for a ride.” He pumps his hips and I breathe through my nose, each pass allowing me to relax so that he encounters less resistance at the back of my throat. He goes deeper, his fingers pulling the strands of hair at my scalp. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing I could stay in there forever. So hot and wet I could melt.” His next thrust is harder than the others, nearly making me gag. He suddenly stills, bre

~ CAIN ~ Catherine sinks into the pillows as the final spasms of her release fade and I rest my chest against her back. After a second, I lift my lips from her shoulder and begin soothing her skin with careful swipes of my tongue. “Unbelievable,” she breathes raggedly. “That was unbelievable.” “We’re not done, Hellcat,” I rasp, lowering my head to nuzzle her throat. “Not yet.” I can’t time the statement any better. My still-hard cock jerks as another orgasm sears through me, sending her over the edge as well. She cries out, clutching at pillows, panting for breath. Our mutual pleasure merges once again, going on and on. I don’t fight the sensation, knowing there’s more in store. Once my cock stills, I hoist myself above her and gaze down. “Why am I so tired?” she complains softly. “I’ve had enough sleep to last me for days.” “Your body is reserving energy. After we rest, we’ll do this again and