by Jane Jamison
Knowing she would follow, he led her into the bedroom. She stopped at the threshold. He could sense her nerves kick into gear like a rabbit the second before it scampered away from the approaching fox. If he didn’t do something soon, she’d run for safety without even understanding why she ran. Instinct alone would propel her away.
Whether it was fear that he’d never get another chance or simply the animal inside him clawing to get out, he’d never know. All he knew was that he had to have her.
He tugged on his shirt, pulling the buttons loose as he approached her. He stopped long enough to kick off his boots then started unbuttoning his jeans.
Her mouth fell open, and her eyes glazed over then lowered, giving her a half-lidded, seductive allure that was impossible to ignore. He groaned and yanked her to him.
“No,” she whispered.
He shook his head, determined to have his way today, tomorrow, and forever. “Don’t fight me.”
Her breathing quickened as she flattened her hands against his chest. “Reese, I don’t—”
He grabbed her by the hair and tugged, making her lay her head back. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you haven’t thought about us together, in bed, with my arms wrapped around you, with my hand on your breast, and my mouth,”—he glanced down then back up— “everywhere. If you can, I’ll let you go.”
“I…” Her tongue peeked out from between her teeth. “I don’t…”
He released her hair, giving her silent permission to tell him no. “You don’t what? Tell me now, because once I get more than a taste of you, I’m not stopping until I have you screaming as you come. I want to see your face as your climax rips through you. I need to see your eyes on mine as I suck on your pussy. So tell me now or shut the hell up and let me have you.”
He waited, hoping his nerves didn’t show. If she told him to back off, he’d walk away with his tail between his legs and die like an old dog whose master no longer wanted him. If she told him to go away, he would go, but his gut would churn until he convinced her to open her legs to him.
Her chest rose and fell, the swell of her breasts driving him insane. Once he touched them, he’d know what heaven was like. If not, he’d stare hell straight in the face.
He gritted his teeth and waited for her to stomp on his heart. Whatever her decision, he’d obey it. But once she gave herself to him, she’d be his forever.
He sensed the change in her a second before she slid her hands over his pecs, over the ridges in his stomach, and down to take the flaps of his jeans. She tugged the flaps apart then pushed his jeans to the floor. Dropping her gaze to his fully erect cock, she passed one finger over the oozing tip. His cock jerked and pointed straight at her. Crushing his mouth to hers, he groaned and clutched a handful of her hair.
Chapter Three
Reese stepped out of his jeans as he gripped her T-shirt and tore it away. She cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth on hers. He tugged on her lower lip and drove his fingers under the waist of her jeans. She grabbed his hands, stopping him from tearing her jeans away as he’d done her shirt. They stared at each other, each letting their eyes and the emotions playing over their faces tell the other what they were thinking. She swallowed, and he ached to kiss her smooth skin as her throat moved up and down, to soothe her, to tell her everything would be all right. To tell her that she was his.
All at once, she moved, her hands going over the backs of his. Their hands fumbled together to rid her of her jeans. At last her zipper was down, and together they pushed her jeans to her ankles.
As though needing to acknowledge what was about to happen, she let her gaze slide first over his nude body then down her own. She bit her lower lip, teasing him with the slight gesture. But he’d been patient long enough. He devoured her mouth again.
Picking her up without breaking the kiss, he bit first her upper lip then her tempting bottom lip. He carried her to the bed and fell on top of her. He kept his weight from crushing her, but she didn’t seem to care as she dug her fingernails into his arms and pulled him closer.
He swirled his tongue inside her mouth, savoring her delicious flavors. She tasted like berries and sugar, tangy yet sweet. He caressed her cheek even as his kiss took her mouth roughly, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Skimming his hands over her body, he sought to remember her by touch, by scent, and by the connection buzzing out of him then into her only to return with added energy.
They broke apart, each of them dragging in much-needed air, their gazes glued to each other. They stayed that way, his body on top of hers, their eyes locked, his heart pounding against her chest to feel the beat of her heart answering his.
In that one life-changing moment, she became his everything.
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think past getting her bra and panties off. If he didn’t get rid of every thin piece of material separating them, he’d go crazy. The wolf inside growled, urging him to make her his. Her bra and panties were gone in a quick rip and tear. She lay underneath him, her breaths coming in gasps that matched his own.
For a moment, he feared she’d still tell him to get off her. Her eyes sparkled, and he wasn’t sure if the sparkle came from excitement or from tears just under the surface. Yet when she grabbed his hair as he’d done hers and yanked his mouth to hers, he knew she wanted him as much as he needed her, and he almost laughed with joy.
Cupping her breast, he nuzzled her neck, nipping at the soft flesh, the flesh he longed to sink his fangs into. His inner wolf howled at him again and again, daring him to claim her, pushing him to do what it wanted him to do. Somehow, unbelievably, he resisted the call of his animal’s wild lust.
She laid her hand on top of his, urging him to fondle her breast. He traveled his tongue along her shoulder then over the hollow of her neck before taking her pebbled nipple into his mouth. He pressed his tongue against her nipple and felt the rigid texture against his tongue. How could something so soft be so hard at the same time?
His cock pressed against her thigh, and she moved her leg back and forth, pushing against his hardness, wetting her skin with his pre-cum.
“Reese.”
He heard the ache, the plea as she said his name, and he pushed his hand lower. Moving between her legs, he glided his fingers over her smooth mons then dipped a finger between her folds. Her moist heat captured his finger, giving him a preview of how good his cock would feel inside her pussy. She was tight around even one finger, her walls closing around him and holding him. He couldn’t wait until his cock was inside her, the tight muscles ensnaring him in a love vise he’d never want to escape.
She kept her legs down but spread them farther apart. He slipped his finger in deeper and almost came as she shuddered with her first climax. She was so responsive, so eager. How much more responsive would she be once Blane joined them?
He could see it now. Blane would lie between her legs and lavish her clit with his hands and his tongue while Reese held his cock between her breasts and exploded, sending his cum over her chest. Blane could take her then as he was going to take her now. Watching his brother fuck their mate would be almost as good as fucking her himself.
He tugged a nipple into his mouth and held it between his teeth. She mewled, the simple sound flooding his abdomen with liquid heat as she drove his passion higher. She slid her hands over his arms, along his shoulders, then down his back as she reached for his butt cheeks. He smiled against her breasts. If she wanted to spank him, he’d let her. But for now, he’d save the restraints and spanking for a later time. He was too urgent to have her to delay his need with play for long.
He fell to the side, turning her with him, so he could use both hands. Her breasts fell together, and she lifted a leg to lie on top of his. His cock edged in between her legs, and she stiffened then relaxed. For now, he’d only let her think he was about to fuck her. But he had other things to do to her first before he’d shove his cock deep inside her wet pussy.
Her skin was softer t
han anything he’d ever touched, and he loved the curve of her breasts as he licked around the side then over the swell of the top and into the valley between them. Pushing her breasts together, she offered both nipples to him at once, and he sucked them in. A small sound from deep in her throat had him growling an answer against her two nipples. Again and again, he whipped his tongue between her nipples, only to stop and suck them harder. When she released them to wrap her arms around his neck, he chased one and caught it with his mouth.
She wiggled her hips, urging him to put his cock inside her warm pussy, but he gritted his teeth and held back. Instead, he added another finger to her pussy, earning a gasp from her. She spread her legs wider and clutched his hair.
She was his perfect match, the one woman in the world who could tame both the man and the animal inside him. He kissed her hard again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth until she pushed against his chest, needing to break the kiss to take a breath.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Her eyes were wild with lust.
“Why not?” He feathered kisses along her torso, slowly heading for the taste between her legs. He’d never liked talking during sex, but if she wanted to talk, he’d do as she wished. He sensed it would be the first of many compromises he’d make for her.
“I don’t know you. But every time I see you—”
“Two times. You’ve seen me two times.” He chuckled against her skin.
“Okay. Each time I’ve seen you, I’ve felt this overwhelming urge to bite your neck and…”
He searched her face, urging her to finish her sentence. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and ignored the scowl she gave him. “And what?”
She hesitated again then took the leap. “And suck on your dick.”
Hearing her say the words gave him a clear image of her pouty mouth wrapped around his cock. But that, too, would have to wait. He could only hold out for a short while longer.
He growled and pushed his body lower. She watched him as he kept his gaze on hers until, at last, he settled between her legs. Her dark eyes widened as he dipped lower and flicked his tongue over her pussy folds.
His body hummed as he spread her wide and took his first look at her pussy. She was so pink, so perfect. The bundle of nerves glistened with her juices. Bringing his gaze back to hers, he slid his finger back inside her pussy. She inhaled then let the air out slowly. Her mouth parted and her eyes glazed over in a lust-filled haze of need.
He added a second finger, and she closed her eyes then opened them again when he flicked his tongue over her clit. Lifting her head, she reached out for him, but he wouldn’t let her touch him and pushed her hands away.
Sliding his hand over her flat stomach, he cupped a breast and tortured her nipple with his finger. He loved the way her skin felt underneath his callused hand. Fondling her, he watched her breast bounce as he played with it. But his main focus was her pussy. Flattening his tongue against her clit, he pushed his fingers deeper, searching for the soft tissue that was her sweet spot. She wiggled her butt, enticing him to do more, but he held back, enjoying the power he held over her.
She tasted so damn good. He wanted to suck down her juices, to drive her to climax with just his tongue and fingers. Pushing against her pussy, he rammed two fingers inside and sucked her clit. His cock throbbed, the ache to plunge deep inside her pulsating along his cock from its curly-hair-framed base to the weeping mushroomed tip.
“Reese. Oh, God. Reese.”
She bucked under his skillful fingers and tongue. Using his tongue as he’d soon use his cock, he thrust his fingers and tongue inside and reached for her G-spot. She jerked up for a moment before falling back with a cry as he found the sensitive area and massaged it. He gripped her hips and held onto her and tried to keep his mouth on her as she squirmed. Her cream flooded onto his tongue and over his hand, and he drank her in, devouring the sweetest drink in the world.
Her body shuddered through the orgasm as she arched her back and tunneled her fingers into her hair. The only thing missing was getting to see her release in her eyes and on her face. He wouldn’t be denied that again.
“Give me your cock.” Her voice was harsh, sexy, and filled with demand.
He let her go as she sat up and grabbed his arms. “I want to make you come in my mouth.”
The vision of her doing just that, down on her knees as he played with her tit and her hair, was almost more than he could stand. “Soon. But for now, I need to fuck your pussy.”
He lunged over her, his body an inch above hers. Taking her arm, he fell to the side, bringing her with him. She laughed as she ended up on top of him, her pussy pushing against his cock. Wiggling, she tortured him by slipping back and forth over him, his cock sliding between her folds, only to have her move away. He cupped both of her breasts, holding her as her silky mane fell in front of her to spill over his hands and arms.
A few werewolves didn’t like having their mate on top. They thought it was giving the female too much control, too much dominance over them. But Reese loved the feeling of her riding him. He had nothing to fear. He’d always be one of the dominant males in her life with her the submissive female.
Not that she was a weak woman. He knew that wasn’t the case. How many women would single-handedly try to save their sister from werewolves? Most women would stay far away and send men to do the job. No, Charlie Newman was no weak-willed damsel in distress. She would make a worthy addition to the pack.
She leaned forward and slid her tongue over his chest to his nipple. He groaned and clasped her behind her head, his hands sinking into her glorious hair. She continued to move her pussy over his cock as she slipped her tongue from one nipple to the other.
At last, however, he could stand it no longer. Growling, he grabbed her under the arms and lifted her inches above him. Before she could react, he brought her down, driving his cock inside her pussy.
She was tighter than he’d guessed. Her vaginal walls surrounded him, enveloping his cock like a glove over a hand. He controlled her now, keeping his hands on her hips as he plunged into her again. She threw back her hair and arched, her breasts bouncing with each shove he made.
He’d be a fool if he ever pulled his cock out.
“Reese. Fuck me, Reese.”
Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth half-opened as he used his strength to drive into her. At first she was just a passenger on his ride, but soon she started moving her hips forward and back, rocking against him to increase the friction.
His stomach muscles tightened, readying for the orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he fought against the inevitable end. He watched her face, the way her body swayed against him, the way her muscles worked as she spread her fingers over his chest and leaned forward, pushing her breasts together with her arms. Mesmerized, he watched the way she pushed against him, grinding her pussy as hard as she could, urging him to go deeper, harder, as though he hadn’t already gone as deep as he could. She was his wild lust, and he’d never let her go.
He wasn’t surprised when his climax overtook him, bursting his seed free and filling her. The surprise was in the intensity of his orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he stiffened as his cum spilled from him, his body giving all it had to that one life-affirming function. For the first time ever, darkness threatened to take him and rid him of the last moments of his release, to steal from him the pleasure of seeing her watch him explode as she came with him.
Her eyes closed as her body tightened on top of him and around his cock. She cried out, lifting her face skyward as she would one day lift it to howl at the moon.
Their bodies shuddered together, his in great quakes and hers in smaller tremors. When at last they were spent, she crumbled onto him. He enclosed her in his arms as the last of their climaxes jerked out of their bodies in shuddering waves.
Charlie eased onto the bed, leaving one arm and leg trailing on top of him. He skimmed his palm along her arm and stared at the ceiling as she nestled against him.
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bsp; She chuckled and played with the stubble on his chin. “Let me guess. You’re not the type who likes to cuddle after sex.”
He glanced at her with the corner of his eye and didn’t bother denying the truth. “After sex, I’m gone.”
She lifted onto her elbow and studied him. “Should I be flattered that you haven’t dashed out of the room by now? Or called me a cab?”
“We don’t have any cabs in Forever.”
He wanted to tell her she was different, that she wasn’t like the other women he and Blane had shared. He wanted her to know that every woman before her was just a placeholder, someone to quench their sexual needs until she came along. Hell, he wanted her to stay longer than the time it took to cuddle. He never wanted her to leave, but she wasn’t ready to hear his declarations of love yet.
Besides, he had Blane to consider. Once his brother found out that he’d already had a romp with their mate, he’d get an earful, maybe even a slug or two, about screwing with their plan. He’d have to remind Blane that it was his plan and, although he’d gone along with it in the beginning, he’d had enough of simply watching her. Now that he’d enjoyed what she had to offer in bed, he’d be damned if his brother or anyone else could keep him away from her.
She sighed and laid her head on his chest. Without warning emotion clogged his throat. The simple movement of laying her head on his chest undid him. Suddenly he felt protective of her, as though with that one move she’d placed all her trust in him.
“Well, then, how do we plan on getting me back to the rental house?”
The words offering to let her stay were almost past his lips before he managed to hold them back. She wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment even if he and Blane were. “Who rented the house to you?”