Damn him.
Damn his wolf.
Damn the whole messed-up debacle we’re in.
Damn him.
Damn his wolf.
Damn him for being so sexy.
Damn him.
At the end of the hallway she paused one final time, trying to calm herself before turning the corner to face him.
One slow breath.
Two slow breaths.
Three slow breaths.
Rounding the corner, Jayla gasped when the muscled flesh of Brad’s broad chest came into view. Any further dismay over their predicament was instantly forgotten, his body now having her undivided and lust-filled attention.
He’d discarded his button-down shirt and draped it over the arm of his sofa. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, his shoes and socks already pulled off as he waited for her. It had to be the sexiest sight she’d ever seen.
Lightly dusted with a sprinkling of dark hair, his large pectorals rippled beneath sleek, tight bronze skin. The streamlined muscles of his torso tapered down to the hard flat slab of his abs. Even with his hands resting in his pockets, his biceps flexed with brawn. And a very large, very noticeable bulge, which she’d felt earlier pressing against her body, tented the front of his slacks. His eyes seemed to gleam with predatory sexual want as they zeroed in on her face, gauging her reaction to him.
“I’ve never been with a wolf either.”
Her whispered words wavered in volume as she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She kicked it away, flicking off her heels in the process.
BRAD’S EYES WERE drawn to the sensual curving of her hips. If he had to ravish the body of his newly discovered mate against his better judgment, this was exactly the body he would have wanted. The fleshy silhouette of her thighs made Brad’s mouth water in anticipation. Give him a woman with meat on her bones any day of the week. The glint of confidence sparkling in her eyes as she met and held his scrutinizing gaze was something wet dreams were made of.
“That’s why I’m so excited,” Brad clarified. His voice sounded winded, impatient to his own ears. He made a mental note to chastise himself later. In the meantime, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, slipping them off.
JAYLA COULDN’T HELP the small moan seeping from her lips as more of Brad’s body was revealed to her. His narrow waist, lean hips, and long, muscular legs didn’t disappoint. She surprised herself with loving the fact that his legs were also dusted, although a little more than his chest, with dark hair.
“Well, it’s the only reason I’m excited too. My wolf is out of control right now,” Jayla retorted.
Shedding the tweed jacket, Jayla pulled off her camisole and unclasped the front of her bra. Her full breasts jiggled in front of Brad as she wiggled out of her lingerie. He scraped his full bottom lip with his teeth, then clenched his jaw a few times as a low growl vibrated in his throat.
Brad shucked his boxers, throwing them to the side. He stood exposed. Excitement flickered through her. She wanted him just as much as he seemed to want her.
“So is my wolf. And don’t think this is going to change a damn thing between us.”
Jayla observed his smooth rigidity strain toward her, and she licked her lips in anticipation. A shade darker than his tan hue, his thickset shaft stood tall, enticing her with its virile masculinity. The bulbous head seemed to twitch under the heat of her gaze. The thought of being filled by his massive cock made her knees grow weak.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jayla growled in response.
She shimmied her thong down her thighs, then stepped free.
BRAD’S NOSE FLARED and his hands fisted at his sides as the smell of her arousal hit him. Her sexual musk made his erection grow even harder as he took in another deep breath, marveling at the sight of her bare, shaven mound. His attention fixated on her glistening pussy for a few more moments before his eyes swept up, taking in all her naked beauty.
She had sinfully voluptuous curves. The type of body a man could grab ahold of and ravish. She had a body made for sex. A body tailor-made for him. A body he could hold on to, pound into, and get lost in.
“Do you want me to put on a condom?” He said the words before he even realized they were coming out of his mouth.
FOR A MOMENT, Jayla was confused by Brad’s question. She’d never wanted to have sex without her partner wearing a condom, always being conscious of the risks associated with unprotected sex. But for the first time in her life, a condom wasn’t necessary. With Brad it would be a mere formality.
“Oh… Uhhhh…”
“We don’t need one. As wolves we’re immune to disease when we sleep with our kind. And since we’re mates, I can sense it’s not our breeding season. So we don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant.”
“Yes. I know.” Jayla couldn’t help the haughty tone of her answer.
“I just didn’t know if you wanted me to use one.”
“Well… No. We don’t need one. I mean, if you were just a man, of course. But since you’re a wolf and I’m a wolf and you’re my mate and this is our first time having sex with another wolf… Might as well experience the whole enchilada.”
She bit the corner of lower lip, waiting to see how he’d respond. She could have sworn she saw relief flicker across his face before he let his eyes trail over her naked body. Again.
“Might as well.”
BRAD’S COCK PULSED in excitement, contradicting the subdued tone of his voice. He closed the distance between them in a few short strides. He dragged her into his arms, and they tangled into each other, each trying to impose their will. They clashed with every movement they made. Their eagerness progressed to aggressiveness, and they ended up wrestling on the floor.
“Stop battling me for position.”
Brad pinned Jayla onto her back. Growling into the side of her neck, he tried to get her to submit to him.
“You’re such an ogre. Quit trying to dominate me.”
Her small fist flew up and punched him in the arm, the blow distracting him enough so she was able to roll over on top of him, straddling his powerful hips.
Frustrated out of his mind, Brad let his arms lie immobile on his sides. “Jesus, Jayla.”
“Sorry, Brad. I’ve never had sex with a barbarian before.”
“You need a muzzle.”
“And you need—”
She clamped her mouth shut, taking a moment to compose herself. Slamming her hands down on the sides of his head, she glared down at him.
“Look. I loathe you. And I know you loathe me just as much. But I have to have you right now. I don’t want to overthink this. This is just a part of who we are. Yes, you are my mate. And thank heaven you don’t want me as one either. So let’s do this and get it over with so we can go back to thinking straight and our lives can go back to normal. So shut up and fuck me, Brad. Do you think you can do…that?”
Jayla’s eyes glazed over as Brad’s eyes shut tight. During her rant she’d unintentionally wiggled down his body. Without warning, granite flesh pressed against the opening of her slick walls.
Dual moans quieted their bickering. She reached behind her, wrapped her hand around him, and repositioned his cock, then eased herself down. Soaking wet even before she stepped foot in his home, her pussy was more than ready for him. A millimeter at a time, she stretched to accommodate his girth. Moans and sighs lifted into the air as their bodies joined together. Then they both stilled, rendered speechless.
And in an instant, gone was the maddening need from a few seconds ago. Gone was the tidal wave of dizzying emotions due to their odd pairing. They didn’t have time to wrap their heads around the magnitude and severity of their current circumstances. All at once, everything else in the world ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered.
“Yeah. I can do that,” he responded on a shivery exhalation.
He opened his eyes, wrapped his arms around her, then jackknifed up. The gaze of Brad
’s blue eyes intertwined with hers, forever changing the course of his life. Never would he want another being as much as he would want her. He experienced his first taste of how intense the bond of mates would be.
Rocking his hips just enough to keep them both on the edge of carnal bliss, Brad began his measured exploration of her body. His deranged urgency from earlier quieted as he experienced Jayla. The erotic sounds of labored breaths filled the room as they stopped battling each other, giving in to the intimacy of the moment.
JAYLA’S BREATH CAUGHT as he grabbed her large breasts, softly kneading the heavy globes and testing their weight in his palms. Over and over again he pressed his thumbs in a circular pattern around her ever-hardening nipples. She gasped from the foreign feeling of him touching her so possessively. Her shock gave way as waves of pleasure began to travel through her body. Her pussy, dripping with wetness, hugged Brad’s cock while her breasts throbbed from his erotic stimulation.
Astounded at the potency of their attraction, she looked down, watching his tanned hands engulf her brown flesh. It was beautiful seeing the contrast of colors as they rubbed against each other. Looking up into his eyes, she noticed he appeared fixated on her reactions to his touch. He continued to stare into her face as his hands drifted across her body, massaging, drawing whispers and gasps from her lips.
Pushing her hair behind her shoulder, he bit down on the delicate flesh, eliciting a moan from her. He soothed the harsh nip with his tongue before he licked a path up to her neck. As he nibbled her most sensitive spots, Jayla tilted her head, signaling she wanted more.
Her quickening pulse kept pace with her growing excitement. She was spiraling out of control just as he was. Sweeping her tongue across her lips, she concentrated on his masterful touch. She enjoyed the feeling of the rough skin of his hands across her skin, one hand always playing with her breasts: pinching, plucking, rubbing, titillating her need for him to even greater depths. His other hand kept equally busy, cupping her neck, stroking her back, palming her ass, scalding every inch of her skin as he acquainted himself with her body. Brad’s hands and mouth never left her. Tightening her pussy, she squeezed him, delighting in the deep intake of breath she evoked. He countered her acts of torture by flexing his cock inside her, giving her a sample of things to come.
Closing her eyes, she reached out, needing to touch him. Skimming her fingertips along the solid rounded muscles of his shoulders, she traced up his neck, then cupped his chiseled face, guiding his mouth to meet hers. Sampling his lips, nibbling, tasting, teasing herself more than him. She savored his flavor. His unique manly, sexy, wolfish spice that she knew no one else would ever get to experience. No other woman before or after her would truly know what Brad tasted like. A surprisingly possessive smile spread across her lips at the thought of it.
AS BRAD FELT her smile against his lips, he couldn’t help smiling in return. If it felt this amazing being with his mate, he was in for a world of trouble. But he’d deal with the consequences of their unfortunate pairing later. Right now, his wolf wanted to sample every inch of her body. He’d suppressed his wolf’s desires for such a long time that it felt damn good to let go.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Jayla aligned her body to his. Brad exhaled a jagged breath when her spiked nipples pressed into the hard plane of his chest. The skin-on-skin contact had him whimpering like a young pup. His body’s complete surrender to hers was like nothing he’d ever experienced. He felt like a virgin in the arms of a woman for the first time. Except he knew only Jayla could make him feel like this. She was the only woman to ever make him feel like this.
Under her spell, he gripped her waist with his large hands, settling into the deep curves. His palms stayed idle for a moment before they slid to cup her well-rounded bottom. The smooth skin felt incredible underneath his fingertips, and Brad couldn’t wait to acquaint himself better with this sexy part of her body. Squeezing her ass, he massaged up and down, driving himself crazy.
He felt her teeth biting into his shoulder. The teasing sting excited him, and he flexed his cock inside her once more. Whimpering, she released his shoulder, then traced her tongue up to the hollow of his ear. She nipped his earlobe, keeping it trapped between her teeth as her hands glided over his skin, exploring his muscled chest and strong arms.
They brought each other to the brink of climax with exploring caresses, deep kisses, and gentle bites on heated flesh. When her fingernails bit into his arms, her sharp gasp of air turned into an uninhibited moan, and her pussy pulsated tightly around his cock, Brad knew she was riding the waves of ecstasy. The satisfaction of knowing he’d sent her over the edge made his balls draw up tight, signaling his impending release. Shutting his eyes, he surrendered himself to pleasure. With each rhythmic push, he groaned in complete contentment as he pulsated inside her. He closed his arms around her, pressing his face into the crook of her neck as his own body shuddered in release.
“Un-fucking-believable,” he whispered as he rained soft kisses against her moist skin. Threading his fingers into her hair, Brad let his gaze roam Jayla’s face, watching the last waves of euphoria play across her features. Her lips quivered as her frantic breaths began to calm. A faint flush painted her cheeks. She opened her eyes, and her pink tongue darted out, wetting her plush lips, and he followed the movement, her mouth now having his full attention.
He took her lips slowly at first. Touching his mouth to hers, Brad held her head immobile as he kissed Jayla with all he had. He wasn’t surprised she now let him control their lip-lock. She allowed him to show his dominance over her, although deep down Brad knew the truth. Right now, at this very moment, he had completely surrendered to Jayla. Sliding his tongue between her parted lips, he stroked her mouth to ecstasy. He claimed her lips as his and his alone, hardening the kiss. Gripping her hair tighter, he pulled her head back. Her mewling noises intensified his need. Satisfied he’d erased any memory of their catastrophic first kisses, he relished the look of bliss radiating from her features.
JAYLA WITNESSED THE salacious look in his eyes letting her know he was far from having his fill of her yet. Lowering his head, he wrapped his lips around her dark-chocolate-colored areola. Keeping eye contact, he sucked the soft swell of her skin. He raked his teeth along the puckered nipple, and her body bowed in reaction. Teasing the nipple, he blew on the sensitive peak, using his hand to pinch and pull at her other nipple. Brad gave both equal attention, alternating with mouth and hands. His explorations seemed to go on forever, and Jayla couldn’t decide which sensation she loved more: the rough plucks of his eager hands or the softness of his unrelenting mouth.
Unable to take the sweet agony anymore, she stabbed her fingers into his hair and shoved her tortured breast farther into his mouth. She loved threading her fingers through his locks, cradling his head to her, encouraging him to keep lapping at her. She felt each swipe of his tongue all the way to her pussy. She was creaming, writhing on his lap in agony, needing him to pound into her.
“Brad…”
BRAD STOPPED ALL movements as he heard Jayla whisper his name. Her eyes closed, and her parted lips trembled as she took in gasps of air. The sight of her out of control made his jaw clench tight. For a moment jealousy rose up at the thought of Jayla in someone else’s arms, whispering the name of another man. He growled possessively, tightening his grip on her as he selfishly wanted to erase any memory of her past lovers from her mind. He wanted to be the only one she ever wanted. Yet as quickly as the thought surfaced, it faded—it couldn’t breach the protective casing of defense Brad had spent his whole life building and reinforcing, protecting his heart.
“Please.” Her plea brought him back to the here and now.
“Wrap your arms around me.”
She obeyed him, as though powerless to anything but what he asked of her. Securing her with one arm, he shifted their positions so she lay flat on the floor. Kneeling in between her legs, he pushed them open, completely pulling out of her.
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lacing his hands underneath her knees, he opened her wider. The intimate position left her open to his gaze. He found her so beautiful, perfect in every way. Brad could feel the openness flowing between them. He’d never experienced such a deep connection during sex. He could honestly say he was making love to her. Or rather, his wolf was making love to her wolf. His wolf already loved her, devoted to her only.
He massaged his glistening cock over her pussy lips, and Jayla cried out. His heavy shaft and balls rubbed over her most sensitive spot, and she shivered in response. After a few moments he couldn’t take any more, needing to feel her tight sheath wrapped around him. Brad slowly pushed into her pussy.
JAYLA REACHED FOR him, desperate to feel his body on top of hers. Instead he pressed his thumb to her clit, coaxing her closer to the edge. Brad’s long, deep strokes stuffed her, stretched her, satisfied her like no other. He pulled out, and they both moaned from the friction of the movement. Over and over again Brad plunged in and out, picking up the pace, increasing the force of his thrusts.
BRAD WAS VERY aware of the moment her breath hitched. So receptive to his touch; it drove him insane. He’d never been more conscious of a woman’s responses during sex, and he’d never been more turned on by them. So wet, so vocal, so sexual in nature—he loved it. There were no boundaries between them. It felt like Jayla bared her soul to him, giving him everything, and he took it, craved it like a man…no, a wolf possessed.
Pushing up onto her elbows, she dug her heels into the ground, grinding her hips harder against his. Her head fell back in ecstasy as small ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he held her still on his cock.
“Look at me.”
JAYLA HAD NO choice but to conform to his hoarse demand as it grabbed her attention. The feel of his fingers digging into her skin, his dangerous predatory gaze, and the stern set of his jaw were all evidence of his struggle to stay in control. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she coaxed him into lying down on top of her.
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