“I didn’t realize it was going to do that,” she said to him.
“I didn’t either. They weren’t calling for rain today. Sorry it cut our evening short.” Jonah said, rubbing his hand through his hair, inadvertently spraying her with water.
Maggie bent down and pulled off her mud-covered boots and placed them next to the door. “Let me go grab us some towels.”
She left Jonah standing by the door as she went into the bedroom and grabbed two towels out of the closet. He had removed his boots and shirt by the time she came back into the room. His jeans hung low on his hips and she had to force herself to meet his eyes.
Good Lord, he was built. She didn’t realize how big he was before that moment. The clothes he wore were always a little baggy on him. She knew then that if he wore anything a little tighter she’d never be able to look away from her. He made her mouth water.
“Maggie?” The timbre of his voice snapped her out of her lustful state. “Are you going to hand me a towel?”
She hadn’t even realized he was holding a hand out for a towel. “Oh, yeah.” She thrust it at him before hiding her face in her own towel, partly to dry her skin and the other part to hide her burning cheeks from being caught staring at him.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said with a chuckle.
She dropped the towel away from her face and felt herself heart pick up speed in her chest. “Am I that obvious?”
“That you’re staring?” He laughed. “Yes, but I can’t help but be flattered.”
“I’ve never seen you without your shirt on,” she rushed out.
The corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes grew dark. “If I’d known that taking my shirt off was the only thing I needed to do to make you flustered, I would’ve done it sooner.”
It was her turn to laugh. “So, you’re trying to fluster me?”
“Well, I’m certainly not against it.” He took a step closer to her and plucked the towel from her hands.
Both towels dropped to the wood floor as one of his strong arms caught her waist and hauled her against his chest. Her sopping wet, cold shirt pressed against the heat of his hard chest.
His lips brushed her forehead. “You’re freezing,” he murmured against her skin.
“No…,” she managed to make out before his mouth grazed over her. She wasn’t cold in the least, not with his body burning against hers. It was quickly turning into a sauna right there in the living room.
She clutched his shoulders to keep herself steady. His hand dug into her hair and she felt the elastic band that was holding her hair up snap. He pulled the loose strands lightly and her head fell back.
The heat of his breath fanned against her neck. A moan started in the back of her throat and she couldn’t contain it. Lord, he tempted her. Her stomach clenched and her nipples tightened.
They were stepping backward, and she honestly didn’t know if it was her or him leading them towards the bedroom door. He released her just long enough to pull the wet shirt over her head. The chilled air gave her goosebumps, but they dispersed quickly when he pulled her against him again.
She didn’t realize how flimsy the wet fabric of her bra was until it was only that separating them. She hated it. She wanted to be pressed against him. She didn’t want anything keeping her from touching him. All of him.
“I’m going to make love to you if you let me,” he told her, his voice low.
She nodded her head before he captured her mouth once again, this time with urgency. Fingers trailed to the waist of his jeans and she could help but grip them.
His hands roamed over her skin and her bra opened before she realized he had unclasped it. She let go of him just long enough for it to fall off her arms. He bent and captured one of her peaked nipples in his mouth and gave a gentle suck before unsnapping her jeans.
He tortured her breasts with his tongue as he peeled her pants over her hips and down her thighs. One second her hands were in his hair and the next she was falling backward. She bounced once on the bed before Jonah stood up to his full height, taking her jeans and panties the rest of the way off her.
She didn’t realize her hands were shaking as she lay naked in front of him, but he saw it just as he started pushing down his own jeans. He stopped.
“Maggie, have you ever done this before?”
Unable to lie to him, she shook her head.
“Jesus,” he said, taking a step back.
Maggie sat upright, desperate for him not to walk away from her just because he didn’t want to be the one to take her virginity for whatever noble reason. It was if she already knew what he was going to say.
“Don’t. I don’t want to wait for ‘the right time’ or whatever excuse you’re about to give me. I see it on your lips. You’re going to say something along the lines of ‘I’ll be too rough’ or ‘this can’t happen because of reasons a, b, and c’.”
He was shaking his head as she spoke. “Maggie- “
“I told you, don’t. I want this. I want you.” If he left her sitting there, naked on her bed…
“That wasn’t what I was going to say at all.”
She was almost in disbelief. “It wasn’t?”
“No. I was going to ask you if you were sure this was what you wanted. I was going to give you a minute to think about it, although it seems as if you’ve made up your mind already.”
Heat spread through her stomach at his words. “I don’t have to think about it. I know what I want.”
“I like a woman who knows what she wants. And Maggie, there are so many things I like about you.”
If her heart had wings, it would’ve flown right out of her chest. He stepped toward her and then he was crawling over her, pushing her body back on the bed. Bracing on his elbow, he leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t quite the same as before. It was slower. Gentler.
She reached between their bodies and dipped her hand beneath his waistband. When she gripped him, he growled against her mouth. He was big. She couldn’t close her hand around him. She ran her hand along his length before he snatched it away. Pinning her hands on the bed next to her head, he held her there.
His mouth descended again, kissing her until she was breathless. He pushed his knees between her thighs and she spread her legs, giving him the access, he wanted. She felt his hips wiggle and realized he was stripping the last of the barriers that stood between them.
Stiff heat pressed against her. His length stroked her folds and the friction drove her out of her mind. Moaning, he tore his mouth away from hers, leaving her panting. Her skin was on fire and growing steadily worse as he moved his mouth down between her breasts.
He latched on her nipple and she arched her back unwittingly, silently begging for more.
He knew she liked what he did to her. The wicked grin on his face told her as much. His teeth toyed with her, his lips warmed her, and his tongue set her afire.
He sucked on her before trailing over to her other breast and repeating the process. His teeth, his tongue…she was losing her mind.
And then he traveled lower still. Releasing her hands, his mouth moved over her stomach. His hand slid over her hip and then over her folds.
She almost shot off the bed when he touched her there. It was electricity. A sharp jolt that made her want to run and cling to him at the same time. His fingers stroked her slit, back and forth until she couldn’t stand it. She was aching and swollen and…she didn’t know.
He leaned down, his rough cheek brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. His mouth was hot when he pressed it against her. His tongue toyed with her inner lips before stroking her clit. Moaning, she released the bed cover and dug her fingers into his shoulders. She wanted to keep him there. Wanted him to keep doing to her what he was doing.
Tasting her. Torturing her.
“Jonah…”
His name on her lips seemed to spur him on. He growled and latched onto her clit, his thumb sliding over her opening. Her h
eart was pounding in her chest and sweat beaded on her skin. Struggling to catch her breath, she rocked her hips against his mouth.
A thick finger pushed against her, sliding through the moisture and into her. It was only one finger, but she felt the pressure. He stayed there, stroking her without forcing himself in further.
It was torture. She wanted him inside her. Every touch, every stroke brought her higher, made her more desperate for him. His tongue on her clit pushing her toward the edge. A second longer and he’d bring her there.
The warmth of his mouth left her abruptly, his finger sliding out of her. Then he was pulling her hands from his shoulders and through heavy lids, she watched as he crawled over her body.
He pressed his mouth against hers. Her juices on his mouth, she tasted the sweetness, reveled in the way her own taste mixed with the spicy flavor of his mouth.
The broad head of his cock pressed against her and she tilted her hips toward him.
“Ready?” he asked her when he broke their kiss and met her gaze.
She nodded.
“It’s going to hurt.”
“I know.”
“Hold onto me.” And she did. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
His forehead pressed against her, he thrust into her, forcing his way through the resistance and burying himself to the hilt.
She cried out, squeezing him as the stabbing pain hit. It wasn’t excruciating but he had been right, it hurt. Hurt like hell.
He didn’t move inside her. He just held her, allowing her to adjust to him and waiting for the pain to ebb away. He kissed her forehead and then her cheeks and then her lips. After a second she kissed him back.
She felt shaky, her heart fluttering and the blood coursing through her veins. Still, he kissed her, even when his hand snaked between them and found her clit. He brushed against the sensitive nub until she was moaning into his mouth.
And then he started moving. Slowly at first, he pulled back before sinking back in as far as her body would allow him. She didn’t protest. Instead, she began meeting his thrusts. His hand fell away from her clit to find her breasts and he gave the heavy mound a tight squeeze before pulling back again, this time plunging back inside of her.
When she moaned again, her body stretching to accommodate him, he nuzzled her neck. She dragged her nails down his back when he groaned and scraped his teeth against the tender flesh.
Then he was moving faster. Kissing her shoulder, licking the skin there and pushing her toward the edge when he found her clit again. He rubbed her, his finger sliding easily over her until she was bucking against his hand and meeting his hips each time he buried himself inside her.
“Jonah…,” she started, not really knowing what she was asking for.
“You’re right there, I can feel it,” he said against her skin.
One last stroke of his finger sent her over the edge. Crying out, she held onto him, her body convulsing in waves. Her heart beat in her ears as she felt herself tighten around his cock.
He growled, his teeth on her skin. She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him toward her, meeting his mouth as he pulled back one more time before burying himself to the hilt.
She felt him spasm inside of her, felt the liquid head pulse as he came. He tore his mouth away from her, gasping.
Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he held her, not bothering to remove himself from her. He was still hard and made no move to let her go.
And she never wanted him to.
Eventually, Jonah realized he was probably crushing her. His little Maggie who had just allowed him to be the one to take her virginity. Who he’d almost bitten.
What was he? A werewolf? Shifters didn’t lose control like that, but he almost did. He had almost taken things too far, too fast.
He was going to mate her one day, he already knew that. But at eighteen, she wasn’t ready and at twenty-one and still living with his parents, he wasn’t either. But he’d make damn sure he’d get ready. And fast.
He already loved her, thought that he always had since the first moment he saw her twirling in the woods so many years before. There had always been a magnetic pull between them and the knowledge that he was meant to be with her that was unexplainable. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. If she wanted him to walk on hot coals, he would. If she wanted his heart, he’d gladly rip it out of his chest and hand it to her.
He rolled over, taking her with him. With her resting on his chest, he kissed her forehead.
“That was…,” she started.
“Amazing? Wonderful? What dreams are made of?”
She laughed and swatted his chest. “All of the above?”
He grinned. When he felt her shiver, he moved slightly so he could pull the blanket out from underneath him and over the both of them.
Sighing, she stroked his arm. “Stay with me tonight?”
“You think I’m going to run off?” he asked.
“No. I just want you to sleep next to me.”
He stroked her hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Mmm…good.”
When her breathing changed, he knew she slept. Shifting his body, he pulled his still hard cock out of her. The scent of blood reached his nose and he cringed, hoping he hadn’t hurt her too badly. Although she hadn’t seemed like she was hurting anymore, he still hated that he had hurt her at all.
Finally, with her sleeping in his arms, he drifted off and spent the night dreaming that he was right where he was. With her.
It was a noise that woke him early the next morning. Disoriented at first, it took him a second to remember where he was, although he knew who he was with. Her scent told him as much. He stayed still, wondering what it was that had woken him when he heard it again.
A car.
He shook her awake.
“Maggie,” he said gently. “Maggie, wake up. Someone’s here.”
“What?” she asked, her eyes fluttering open.
“Someone’s here.”
She frowned and then already immediately gasped. “Shit.”
“What?” He was already out of bed and pulling on his pants.
“That sounds like my father’s truck.”
Shit is right, he thought. Suddenly his hands couldn’t work fast enough as he pulled on one piece of clothing after another. The last thing he needed was Duncan Alfieri walking in with him in bed with the old man’s daughter. That would go over really well.
She was scampering around, pulling on her still damp jeans and grabbing a t-shirt from the bag on the floor. She tried to straighten her hair, which refused to lay flat. To anyone who saw them, it would be obvious what they had done. If the wrinkled clothes from the day before didn’t give it away, the scent of sex that still lingered in the air would.
He was standing up after just pulling on his last boot when the door opened.
“Maggie? Whose truck is that—”
Duncan Alfieri’s eyes went wide when he saw them. Maggie and Jonah, still standing in the bedroom and looking guilty as hell.
“Who are you and what the hell are you doing in here with my daughter?”
Maggie rushed forward. “Daddy, this is Jonah.”
Jonah stepped into the living area, trying to put more space between himself and the bedroom.
“Jonah? Jonah Cowan?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let’s take a walk, young man.” Shit.
Maggie put her hand on her father’s arm. The man was intimidating as hell. Big, burly with black hair the same shade as Maggie’s. And the same green eyes, although right now his were filled with anger. He prayed there would never be a day when he had to fight the man. Even though Duncan Alfieri was an Incapace and was unable to shift, Jonah doubted he’d be able to take him.
“Daddy, is that really necessary? Jonah and I-”
His eyes cut to his daughter. “Jonah and you what?” he snapped.
“I…”
“Maggie, stay here
. I’m not going to kill your boyfriend if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Dad.” Arms crossed in front of her chest.
“Maggie. Do as I say for once in your life.”
She frowned and took a step back, casting a fearful glance at Jonah.
“It’s alright Maggie. Really,” Jonah said, taking a step toward the door. He stopped in front of her and kissed her forehead. “It’s fine.”
“Okay…,” she said, not sounding so sure.
The last time he’d seen Duncan Alfieri, he had told him to go home and had all but told him to stay away from his daughter. He doubted much had changed in the past ten years.
He followed Duncan out the front door, off the porch, and into the trees. They walked for a while, putting distance between themselves and the house. Whatever Duncan wanted to talk to him about, he knew it was something the old man didn’t want Maggie to hear.
After about a quarter of a mile, Jonah couldn’t help but wonder if Duncan was just walking to burn off his own anger. He wouldn’t blame him if that were the case.
When he did finally stop, the man turned on him. His green eyes weren’t as murderous as they had been when they first left the cabin, but he was still angry.
“What are your intentions with my daughter?”
“I intend to mate her.” There was no hiding anything shifter related from Duncan. He knew everything already since his parents had been shifters. His decision to raise Maggie as a human had been his own since Maggie’s blood was diluted between her father’s Incapace genetics and her human mother.
“You’re kidding. She’s only eighteen years old!”
Jonah stood his ground, even though the man was furious. “I love her.”
“You don’t know her.”
“I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know her. Everything about her.”
“And what happens when she realizes what you are? She couldn’t live in New Freedom permanently and not be able to find out about you and everyone else eventually. What then? The first time you turn into…into…”
“Bear,” Jonah supplied since Duncan didn’t know his preferred animal. While he could turn into any mammal, the bear was the one he chose much of the time.
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