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  Insatiable: Damon in Moonscape

  By Rachel E Rice

  Copyright 2017 by Rachel E Rice

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Insatiable: Damon in Moonscape

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Erotic Romance

  Stand Alone New Adult Romance

  Historical Romance

  Contemporary Romance

  Author’s note: Below is the reading order of my books. If you enjoy the Insatiable Werewolf series please sign in to my Newsletter. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, you can unsubscribe. However if you enjoy my books please leave a review.

  Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf Finds His Mate

  A Werewolf’s Hunger

  A Werewolf’s Wedding

  The Werewolves’ Challenge

  Hunter’s Moon

  Moon Tide

  Moon Rapture

  Tracker

  Thorn in Moonscape

  Damon in Moonscape

  Insatiable Box Set books 1-4

  Hunter’s Moon Box Set books 5-7 (Hunter’s Moon, Moon Tide, Moon Rapture)

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2017 by Rachel E Rice

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No reproduction of this book part or whole is permitted. This book should not be scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without the author’s permission.

  Chapter 1

  “You can’t treat Saadia like your bitch. She deserves a better man than you.”

  “I’m not a man. I’m a werewolf. Or have you forgotten dear brother,” Tracker said as he stepped closer to Damon looking him in the eyes trying to provoke him, reminding him of his status in the family as a beta.

  “You’re not even a good werewolf. Look at you,” Damon snapped. “No amount of riding that motorcycle and dressing in those black leathers will make you a man or werewolf.” He flung Tracker’s leather jacket across the room where it rested on the limestone floor.

  Tracker’s eyes followed the jacket. He loved that jacket. When Damon touched his jacket it was as if he laid hands on him. Tracker took that as an insult. Damon wanted it to be just that.

  “If you’re searching for something you’ve missed it,” Damon said with loud emphasis. “You had your chance with Saadia. Now I want my chance to make her happy.”

  Damon stepped back realizing in that moment he had over stepped his bounds and he’s wrong. Not seeking a confrontation but he was just pissed. Damon never one to run from an argument or fight, however, this is different.

  They are full grown werewolves. When they were pups, the only thing that might have occurred would be a wounded ego or a torn ear.

  “What?” Tracker replied in a threatening stance. His legs wide his eyes steely blue. He stepped up to Damon meeting him eye to eye with a furrowed brow. This time Damon didn’t give ground. There wasn’t space between him and Tracker. Damon’s chest close to Tracker’s where they heard each other’s heart beat.

  Watching at Damon’s eyes and body language, Tracker’s eyes boiling with anger. His nostrils flaring. Damon could hear Tracker grit his teeth and he could smell Tracker’s breath.

  Tracker broke into laughter. “You want to fuck Saadia?” Tracker said. “That’s what you want little brother. You want to fuck her, have her bend over so you can take her from behind. The way no human female will give it to you. The way I can get it from her?”

  Damon shuddered with contempt. He flexed his hands. His breathing grew loud.

  Turning his back still laughing at Damon Tracker strode to the fridge, opened it, and looked around for something to eat. He found fresh lamb. Picking up a piece of the thigh and leg, breaking and tearing it with his hands, he took a large bite. The blood dripped on the counter. He reached for a paper towel and wiped his mouth and then the counter. Then he watched at Damon as sweat dropped from his nose. It was a sign that he was angry. Downright pissed at Tracker and Tracker knew it and shot him a wide closed grin.

  “Did you get a boner every time you got near her thinking about putting your cock in her? Well dream on little brother. You’ll never get a chance to smell her. She’s mine.”

  Glaring at Tracker was all he could do for now. He turned away and moved back near the cabinets. He hopped up on the counter and sat there. His eyes never leaving Tracker.

  Would he admit to Tracker something that had been obvious to everyone but Saadia? No he wouldn’t be pulled into Tracker’s game. He calmed and took a deep breath. Tracker would enjoy Damon admitting he wished he could sleep with Saadia, and make love to her outside under the stars and in listening distance of Tracker. Those were his intentions and Tracker knew it without him admitting anything.

  Damon wished Saadia would give him a chance where he could punish Tracker for his arrogance and ill treatment of her. Make Tracker work for Saadia for once.

  “I see it in your eyes. You don’t have to admit it,” Tracker said breaking into another round of laughter. “You can’t fuck her because she won’t let you,” Tracker said his voice energetic and cheerful.

  Moving around the kitchen isle and standing in front of Damon as he sat on the counter, Tracker took another opportunity to laugh at Damon. He moved away from Damon realizing that Damon had the high ground. Damon bounded to the floor to leave before the unimaginable occurred in their parent’s home. But Tracker stood blocking the door.

  Every time Tracker took a bite of food he let out a chuckle and watched at Damon squirm and pace back and forth looking down, and then up at Tracker with a grim expression. Then Damon’s thick eyebrows made a V over his deep blue eyes.

  Damon stopped pacing and glared at Tracker.

  “I don’t want to fuck her. I want to make love to her.” Tracker stopped chewing on the lamb.

  “You would. Have you used that brain for anything other than to interfere in my life?” Tracker laid the half eaten leg on the counter and peered at Damon.

  “Unlike you, I don’t use my dick for my brain,” Damon said. And Damon stepped away from Tracker.

  “When I fuck her, there is no one but me. And there never will be anyone but me,” Tracker said with a threatening tone.

  He strolled behind Damon. Damon watched to the side although he knew Tracker was there. He didn’t like being approached from behind, and Tracker knew it and continued stalking Damon. Damon turned realizing how close and intimidating Tracker made his approach. Yet Damon refused to yield to his Alpha.

  “That’s because she can’t see anyone but you,” Damon said turning with a jerk, “but I intend to open her eyes. I plan to take her
from you. Go ahead, leave town and when you come back she will be mine,” Damon said. He didn’t mean for it to come out like that. But it was out and he couldn’t take it back.

  “I could leave her a hundred years and come back to Samsaville and she would fall into my bed before she fell into yours. She would fall to her knees and I would give her my cock to suck and she would do it gladly.” Tracker poked Damon on the arm.

  Damon looked down at Tracker’s hand and Tracker looked down at him and said, “Look at you. You know nothing about females. I know about females and she’s not for you because I have my brand on her,” Tracker said.

  “You appear a little unsure of yourself,” Damon said. “If she was yours and you had her all locked up then why would you take the time to argue with me?” Tracker raised one right eyebrow. Damon knew he was getting to Tracker. This war of words led to something neither one wanted or could avoid.

  They stood toe to toe and eye to eye. Two handsome strong willed werewolf brothers with barely any noticeable differences in their looks. Both wanting the same female. Both sporting tattoos on their muscular chests and arms.

  Damon getting his tattoos after seeing his big brother’s and after their father and mother forbid Tracker to do it.

  Now they’re behaving like strangers and threatening to come to blows over one female. Something their father and uncles had railed against since they were young. “Never fight your brother over females,” Lycell warned them. “That’s a good way to get expelled from this pack. Share her if you have to, Lycell had said. “You can find one anywhere. You can’t find a brother’s loyalty everywhere.”

  Damon wondered how that had worked out with Lycell’s brothers sharing his mother. There appeared to be tension all the time.

  Now it was the case of Damon and Tracker. Tracker would never share Saadia. Tracker didn’t share. It was all or nothing with him. None of the Samsa men would share their females. Only the first generation of Samsa werewolves did this and that was for a noble reason.

  The next generation had no cause to engage in this practice. There were enough pups being born to ensure the Samsa pack would flourish and control werewolves in the Americas and Europe for a hundred years or more.

  When Tracker said, “I’ll fuck her tonight before I get on the road and all you’ll have to keep you warm is to curl up with your dogs, but they can’t give you what you need. You need a female and I don’t see any interested in you. Not even Robert’s girls want anything to do with you. I could have them all if I wanted,” Tracker said with a smirk and a wink.

  It was those last words by Tracker when Damon lost it. Without Tracker realizing what was happening, Damon had shifted. He was the one son of Lycell’s six sons who never gave a signal when he was angry enough to shift.

  His shift came about rapid and smooth. His powerful arms broke through the cotton shirt and it dropped in front of him as his jeans shredded from the movement of his thighs.

  Damon’s hands changed into two powerful paws with razor sharp claws in preparation of fighting his Alpha, his brother. He struck Tracker hard across the face. Tracker’s lip broke and blood trickled from it. At the same time he struck, he ripped into Tracker’s arm with his large incisors leaving a long scar and blood trailing down pass his fingers on to the floor.

  Tracker’s eyes grew wide with surprise. He glanced at his arm as Lycell entered the kitchen.

  “What the fuck is going on?” He scanned Damon and then Tracker, Damon’s tee-shirt torn, blood dripping down on the floor pooling at Tracker’s feet. Damon’s mouth filled with blood from Tracker. Tracker didn’t say a word he was stunned. Maybe he was in shock.

  Chapter 2

  Lycell watched at Damon with his bloody paws flexing to his side and his lips drawn. There was no need for an explanation it was clear or as clear as Lycell wanted to see.

  “Leave us, Tracker,” Lycell said glaring at Damon. Lycell’s eyes changing from brown to dark blue. Tracker hesitated and then he turned and stormed out of the kitchen. As Lycell strode up to Damon, Damon breathing heavily changed from that fierce wolf inside of him. Now he stood calm eyeing his father in only a shredded pair of jeans.

  With Lycell’s eyes deepening to a dark blue, his fist raised. It came down on the marble counter causing a crack to make a line from one end of the bar to the other. Catching his breath, he calmed and his eyes narrowed, and he moved to Damon.

  Damon lowered his eyes to his father.

  “Don’t you have enough sense to know that’s not permitted in here? I expected that from Tracker, but not from you. I thought you were the smart one. The rational one.”

  Damon didn’t say a word. His eyes swung up. His jaw tight. He stared down his father. Lycell noticing Damon’s lack of control, and he said, “You have to leave and leave now. I’ll make up something to tell your mother. You have no respect for order. You aren’t an Alpha yet.”

  “Why do I have to go father? It was Tracker who provoked me into a fight.” Damon’s tone soft and patient. His voice lost its intensity now that he had time to think.

  “But it was you who struck the first blow. If you’re that easy to be rattled, then you’re of no service to this pack. You will have to leave to get your priorities straight. No matter what Tracker said, it wasn’t Tracker who struck the first blow. What if he had retaliated or instead of me walking in here, it had been Wilder, or Drayton. They would have seen my two sons at each other’s throats over a female. And a werefemale at that.”

  “What are you saying, father? You would have overlooked it if she had been like mother? A human.”

  “That’s not what I’m saying. But what I am saying is that you have to leave and leave now. And do not question me.” Lycell eyes locked with Damon’s. He thought it would have been Tracker he would have to send away. He could understand Tracker, Tracker was the hot head not Damon.

  Tracker had been the one more likely to skirt his authority.

  Saying nothing further, Damon lowered his eyes and head, and turned to face the door leading to the back of the ranch. Before his hand touched the door knob, Damon pivoted around with his head bowed and eyes downward as if pleading with his father to forget what he had done and what his father had seen.

  “Did Tracker tell you that he could be the father to Thorn’s unborn child?” Damon was the one who brought information. Not because he wanted to cause problems, but because he believed that the truth would prevent future problems, and for his father not to know this would be far worse for the pack and his family.

  If Lycell thought a fight between Tracker and Damon would have been tragic, then what will it be for Tracker to one day tell Thorn that his pups aren’t his, but Trackers.

  “I know all about it. Thorn is aware, but he made a choice not to do the DNA test. You still have to leave, Damon. I will take care of the situation. Right now I have to contend with your mother being pregnant for Wilder. We have to hire more people and you know I don’t like bringing humans from the outside into our home into our lives. Our staff is getting old and sick, but what can we do?” Lycell shrugged accepting the inevitable.

  So that’s what’s driving his father, Damon thought. His jealousy of his brother. Not enough time to spend with Adrienne and accepting strangers. He’s taking over jobs he left for Wilder. It appeared that one trait had been passed on from Lycell. The weakness of jealousy is consuming his father and a few of his sons.

  “When will I be able to home, father?” Damon questioned as if he was a little boy sent to bed without his supper.

  “Maybe around the holidays. I’ll let you know. But you should stay at the cave until I tell you it’s safe to come back here. Your brother Harper will be home soon and I’ll send Harper after you.”

  Damon smiled. “Harper?” he chuckled. “Harper wouldn’t go near the woods. Since he dropped out of Princeton to run Hunter’s tech company, I don’t recognize him. Wearing business suits, and that picture of him all dressed up in a tux. If I ran into him on the st
reet I would think he’s a human, and not my brother. He took nothing after you, father. More like on mother’s side.”

  “I have three hotheaded sons and I don’t need the other three behaving like animals. Harper is...”

  As usual Damon corrected his father by saying, “Half human. Half wolf.” And his father needed to remember that. He could want civilized sons, but they had to follow their nature and sooner or later that wolf part would reveal itself whether Lycell wanted it or not.

  Lycell corrected Damon. “He’s a Samsa and I doubt that he will forget that. Unlike someone I know,” Lycell said meeting Damon’s blue eyes. Damon lowered his eyes and then his head.

  “I understand father. I know what I’ve done. It won’t happen again.”

  “If it does, I will be forced to permanently banish you from this pack and our family. A werewolf needs his pack and I hope you understand this before it’s too late. I hope you know that I’m doing this for you and the pack.”

  “I understand.”

  “Hunter has returned to Samsaville. He has a home on the outskirts of town,” Damon said. He’s busy now and hasn’t had time to come to the ranch. He said he’ll visit mother soon. Please tell her.”

  Then Damon remembered something as he strolled to the large stainless steel double door fridge. He reached for three bottles of water and set them out. He didn’t drink them because he liked his water warm. He would take them with him into the woods.

  Damon stood silent as if delaying the inevitable would prevent his father from sending him away.

  Cupping one in his hand and turning it around as if reading the writing, he glanced up at Lycell. “I saw something curious, maybe months before. I’m not sure how long but there was a child seated in a limo. When it cried it reminded me of a werewolf cry. It may be nothing, but the man had a curious stare in his golden eyes. He wasn’t a werewolf but some kind of shifter. Could it have been...?”

  When Lycell turned to see who was entering the kitchen, Damon stopped his conversation and Lycell forgot about it.

  His concentration fell on Lycell’s soft brown bright eyes. They change when he sees Adrienne, his eyes change when he’s angry, and when his wolf is present. Damon followed Lycell’s eyes to see his mother Adrienne. She stood before him, her belly swollen with more than one pup.