Jake kissed the underside of her breasts, nudging them with his nose and smiling at the heavy weight of them. “So beautiful,” he whispered. Kissing her torso, he followed her midline and settled himself between her thighs. He pressed his face into her core, breathing in deeply and growling as he scented the sweet smell of her arousal through the softness of her pajama pants.
Claire’s heart was pounding at the intimate position. When Jake rubbed his face against her inner thighs then pressed into her core, she thought she would die from the pleasure it gave her. Reaching down, she slid her fingers into his hair and petted him softly. She needed the connection.
Jake pulled back slowly, reaching up and taking hold of the elastic waist of her pajama pants. He pulled them down slowly, watching Claire’s eyes as he stripped her naked. He wanted her so badly, his cock ached. The front of his boxer briefs was already wet from the pre-cum that dripped from his shaft. His cock grew harder and longer with each moment of intimacy with this woman that he knew was his. The mushroom head of it peeked over the top of his waistband, his shaft too big to be contained. Claire had done that to him. She made him hard. She made him need.
When she lifted her hips to help him remove her pajamas, he threw them aside and gripped the back of her thighs to press them upward. Her body folded nearly in half as he tipped her ass so that it was presented to him nicely. He loved seeing the swollen folds of her pussy. He loved the glistening moisture that dripped from it even more. Leaning forward, he extended his tongue and licked between the pink folds, gathering the delicious taste of her arousal.
He couldn’t get enough. He licked and sucked at her sweetness, spreading her legs and lowering her body to the mattress. He could feel her body tightening and knew that she was close to her release. He smiled wickedly. He couldn’t allow her to come just yet.
Pressing his first two fingers inside of her, he laughed softly as she gasped out his name as he pushed deep. He waited until he heard her breathing change and felt her body tighten then pulled away and stared down at the way her body fluttered as her vaginal muscles tightened around him. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, loving the way her cream coated his hand.
“Jake,” Claire called out to him. “Please.”
“What, angel? What do you need?”
“Please, Jake. I need you.”
Jake eased his large body over Claire, never removing his fingers from her body. He continued moving them slowly, loving the wet heat of her. He loved the way Claire moved her hips to meet each of his thrusts. He wanted to feel the same movements with his shaft buried deep inside of her. His control was completely depleted. He couldn’t hold himself away from his angel any longer.
Removing his fingers from her body, he drew them up to his mouth and licked her dew from them with great appreciation. Reaching up, he touched her bottom lip with his wet fingers. He wanted to share the taste with her. She opened her mouth and licked at his fingers without hesitation. He pulled his hand free and took her in a kiss so fierce, he could barely breathe from needing her so desperately. He loved the sweet taste of her strawberry lip gloss that mixed with the flavor of her honey.
He felt her pulling at his T-shirt and eased back to allow her to pull it over his head. When his naked chest touched hers, he couldn’t prevent the groan that left him. He helped her slip his boxer briefs from his body, pressing his body close to hers so that his shaft slid between her lower lips. The wetness of her cream eased his movements.
Reaching down, he took firm hold of his shaft and brought it to her virgin entrance, placing the head carefully at her swollen lips and pushing in slowly. He watched Claire’s face for any sign of pain. There was none. She looked up at him, her gentle, brown eyes flashing with love and the pleasure that he was giving her.
He pushed his hips forward slowly, gasping at the tight heat that gripped him as he filled his woman’s body. When he pulled back just slightly, Claire gripped his forearms. He smiled down at her.
“I’m not going anywhere, angel,” he whispered. “I just need to slick up my cock with your cream so I can ease inside of you as deep as I can go.”
Claire released the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. Jake had no intention of pulling away. He wanted to make love to her. She opened herself to his thoughts and feelings and found that he was completely happy as he held her and made love to her. She was determined to always help him to feel that way.
“Jake,” she whispered, gasping softly as his thickness filled her. She closed her eyes and pressed her face into his neck, wrapping her legs around his hips and holding him still.
Jake smiled against Claire’s temple, kissing it lightly as he recognized and cherished the gift that she had just given him. His Claire.
“My angel,” he whispered, closing his eyes and groaning softly with pure joy. He wasn’t going to deny the love that he had for this gentle woman.
He waited until he felt Claire’s internal muscles relax around his shaft. Very carefully, he pulled back, sliding his length out of her and pressing back in deeply. Once he saw that she was enjoying his movements, he picked up speed, his hips snapping harder and harder with each thrust and retreat.
Reaching beneath her body, he dragged her up so that she sat on his thighs as he knelt on the bed. Sliding his hands up her arms, he grabbed them tightly just above her elbows and pulled them back to immobilize them just slightly behind her. Her chest was arched before him as he pinned her hands firmly. Her head dropped back and she moaned softly as he continued to pump in and out of her. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and nipped at her left breast, sucking up a mark that would prove who owned her.
He held her tightly, not allowing her to move her arms. He needed her to stay exactly where she was and accept him into her body as he loved her fiercely. His grip on her arms tightened. He had a driving need to keep her where she was, and it was overpowering any other thoughts that he had.
Claire lifted her head to look at Jake and saw the passion and need in his eyes. He held her tightly, demanding that she stay where she was. She felt his fear that she would leave him. She heard the thoughts that he had that he would scare her away. He couldn’t be more wrong.
Smiling at him gently, she leaned toward him and searched for his mouth. He accepted her kiss and pressed inside of her as his tongue matched the movements of his cock. It made her crazy.
“I need to hold you,” she whispered against his mouth, smiling when he released her immediately.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her fingers into his thick hair, holding on tightly as Jake pumped into her over and over again. She felt him slide his hands between their bodies. One hand pulled at her nipple while the other hand pressed firmly against her clit and rubbed it hard.
“Come for me, Claire,” he demanded, catching her gasp with his mouth as she came apart in his arms.
Her body clamped down on his cock as her orgasm rippled through her body. He couldn’t hold back the roar of pleasure that escaped him as his balls pulled up tight against his body and he shot his seed deep within her body. The release seemed to spark another orgasm from Claire which pulled another spurt of his life’s essence from him.
Claire gripped Jake against her so tightly she was certain he would have half-moon marks from her nails as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. She needed to hold on as she experienced the most incredible pleasure she had ever felt. She smiled as she felt the gentle kisses he was peppering her shoulder with. She laughed softly against the crook of his neck.
“What’re you laughing at?” he whispered, his heart still pounding with the intensity of his release.
“Just happy,” Claire said, leaning in and kissing his chin lightly before biting down on it.
Jake eased her back onto the mattress, never pulling out of her body. As far as he was concerned, he was content to stay deep inside of her forever. Claire looked up at him as if he was the most miraculous man in the world. He actually
felt that way. To be seen through such innocent eyes filled with love was a heady feeling—a look that he hoped would never change.
He felt his cock softening and was not at all happy when it slipped free from Claire’s body. From the way Claire tightened her hold on his arms, it was obvious that she didn’t like the loss of their connection either.
“Are you okay, angel?” he whispered.
“I’m wonderful,” Claire told him, smiling up at him and running her fingers through his hair. She sighed as he lay next to her and gently pulled her into his arms.
“I’ll clean you up in just a minute,” he told her, hugging her against his chest tightly.
Claire nodded and relaxed completely within his embrace. She understood his sudden urge to hold her close. She was pretty happy that he did. She needed to feel his presence, too. He thought he was overwhelming her with his need, but he wasn’t. Maybe she was a dominant in disguise because she had the same needs that he did. She couldn’t help but laugh softly at her thoughts.
Jake eased his head away from her neck and smiled at her. He liked the soft smile on her face. He also liked the satisfied satiation that her body showed him. He had pleased her.
“You did good, Jake,” she told him, leaning forward and kissing his chest directly over his heart.
“So did you, angel,” he complimented her, hugging her tighter against him.
He lifted his leg and wrapped it around her hip to drag her closer to him. He loved that her sweet pussy was flush against his groin. He was going to give her some time to rest and then make love to her again.
“Jake,” Claire whispered.
“Mmmm?”
“I’m dripping.”
Jake looked at her and smiled devilishly. “Yeah?”
Claire laughed and hid her face against his chest. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she told him, trying to remove herself from his arms but Jake tightened his hold on her. She stopped her movement at once.
“I’m coming with you,” he told her, easing his strong body out of the bed and taking her with him.
Claire gripped onto his shoulders and squealed in surprise. When she was standing beside him, she gasped as a gush of Jake’s seed slipped from her body. Pushing out of his arms, she ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
Jake chuckled softly as he walked toward the closed bathroom door. “Oh, no you don’t, little angel,” he said as he reached out and opened the door. He stepped inside, ignoring her loud protest. He walked directly over to the deep tub and turned on the warm water, pouring Epsom salts into it from the container that he always kept handy when he needed to soak the aching muscles of his leg.
He heard the rustle of toilet paper and the flush of the toilet, something about the intimacy of sharing this with Claire very important to him. He turned to face her and smiled, reaching out his hand and waiting for her to come to him. She did so without hesitation, placing her hand in his and allowing him to lead her over to the tub.
“We’re going to take a bath together,” he told her gently. “I’ll take care of you, angel.”
Claire smiled as she was pulled toward him, a thrill running through her at his need to take care of her. When she eased back just slightly, she realized that his shaft had hardened and was pressed against her stomach. She looked down and gasped when she saw the streaks of blood that covered it.
“Jake!” she said, horrified.
He looked down at his cock, wondering what could possibly have upset her. When he saw the blood, he smiled slowly at the proof of the gift that she had just given him. He reached forward and cupped her mound, caressing it tenderly as he held her gently against his chest.
“Thank you for your beautiful gift, Claire,” he told her quietly before leaning down to kiss her temple lightly. “I hope you aren’t sore because of me.”
Claire looked up at him in surprise. She hadn’t thought about bleeding because of their lovemaking. It really hadn’t even occurred to her that she would. It was a little embarrassing, but at the same time, it was right that she was sharing this intimate moment with Jake. He was her destined mate, after all.
Jake stepped over the lip of the tub to settle down into the recessed deepness of it. Holding Claire’s hand, he helped her to join him, guiding her so that she sat down in the tub and was nestled between his legs. He gathered her in his arms and pulled her toward him so that her back settled against his chest. When she sighed as she rested against him, he felt right. Holding Claire, naked in his arms, felt right.
Picking up the soft cloth from the edge of the tub, he submerged it to saturate it with the warm water then began the slow process of washing her body. He was careful when he passed the cloth through her swollen folds, careful to wipe his seed and her blood from her. He cringed when she moaned softly at his touch, knowing it had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with the pain that he had caused her.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his heart hurting that he had caused his angel one bit of discomfort.
“I’m not,” Claire told him, tipping her head back and smiling up at him.
He shook his head as he reached up and passed the cloth over Claire’s shoulders. That’s when he saw the damage his bite had done to her shoulder. He had broken the skin. It was raw and red, and he knew it was going to leave a bruise. He closed his eyes as guilt swamped him. He was too rough. He had hurt his angel. He knew that he couldn’t trust himself.
Claire closed her eyes as Jake stroked her body over and over again. The soothing motions had her so relaxed, she couldn’t help but drift off into a very happy sleep. She was looking forward to being this relaxed as she slept with Jake every night for the rest of their lives.
Jake continued his ministrations as he took care of the sweet woman in his arms. He ran the cloth down her arm and slid it through her fingers, his heart thudding when he saw the bruises already appearing just above her elbows and on her wrists. He had restrained her too forcefully. He saw the bite marks on her breasts and was sick that he had caused them. He knew he was too dominant for her. She deserved gentleness. He had given her pain.
As the water cooled, so did his ardor. He had to pull back and do what he had to do to keep her safe. He held her carefully as he slowly stood and drew her up with him. She was sleepy and leaned against him, allowing him to get her out of the tub, empty it, and wrap her in the large bath towel from the counter. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to his bed and tucked her beneath the blankets, smiling sadly when she held onto his hand tightly so he wouldn’t leave her.
“I’ll be right back, Claire,” he promised.
He watched her for a moment as she turned and settled on to her left side to face the center of the bed. He walked back into the bathroom and retrieved the supplies he was going to need to take care of the injury on her shoulder. Returning to the bedroom, he sat at her hip and placed the items on top of the blanket.
Opening the tube of antibiotic ointment, he squeezed a good amount onto his fingertips then spread it carefully across the broken skin on her right shoulder. Once he was certain that the wound was completely covered, he took a small square of sterile gauze and placed it over the injury, taping it down with medical tape.
Sitting back, he watched Claire as she slept. He wanted her to be his, but he knew that he couldn’t bind her to him. She had given him a beautiful gift tonight, and he had responded to that gift by giving her injuries and pain.
Reaching down, he picked up her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles lightly. He looked at her bandaged shoulder and the bruises on her body. The guilt of causing that pain washed over him. He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to the Great Spirit to help him do what he knew he had to do in order to protect the woman that he truly loved.
He had to let her go.
Chapter 9
Claire stretched, reaching through the haze of sleep to wake up. She was in bed, and she was alone. Looking around the bedroom, she sat up in s
hock when she realized that she wasn’t in Jake’s room. She was in her own room and she was completely dressed in the tank top and pajama bottoms that she had worn the night before.
She climbed out of bed and tried to make sense of things. It was almost as if last night had never happened. Did it happen? She remembered the tenderness. She remembered the excitement. She remembered the way Jake filled her and gave her such pleasure. She remembered how she loved the way he had held her so tightly. She had felt safe and protected.
She remembered him taking care of her and bathing her, seeing to her comfort and kissing her lovingly as he soothed her aches and discomforts. It had been wonderful. Why had Jake taken her back to her room? Why did he dress her? Why hadn’t he wanted her to stay with him?
She walked into her bathroom and pulled her tank top from her body, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked happy even though she looked a little tired. Seeing the bandage on her shoulder, she reached up and peeled back one side of it to look at what was underneath it. She smiled when she saw the bite mark that Jake had given her during their lovemaking. She touched it softly, admitting that it was tender to the touch but also admitting that it was sexy as hell. It had also been arousing and exciting when Jake had done that to her.
Seeing the slight discoloration on her arms and wrists, she remembered how Jake had held her so firmly when he had surged up deep inside of her. The way she had been able to give herself to him without worry that he would allow her to fall had made her totally relaxed within his arms. He had held her securely. He had loved her thoroughly. She had never felt so completely protected and treasured in her life.
Dressing quickly in a pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt, she rushed to start breakfast for the McKade brothers. She knew Deuce would already be out with the animals. Jake would be up soon to go to work at the construction company that the brothers owned. Spence and Tim lived in their own house as did John, but they came for meals every breakfast, lunch, and dinner since they worked the ranch with Deuce. They were all big men with big appetites, and she loved seeing to their comforts.
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