Awakening Abduction

by Becca Jameson

  Lord, the little nymph was going to orgasm before he even tongued her sweet nipple. It shouldn’t surprise him really. She’d already come against him earlier in her apartment. He loved that she was so responsive. Were all matings this way?

  He decided to give her this small early orgasm in order to help her relax and enjoy their mating, but what she couldn’t know was the number of orgasms he intended to draw out of her in the next few hours.

  James squirmed his lower half where he nestled in the vee of Hannah’s legs, trying desperately to relieve the pressure of his stiff cock. As if pressing it more firmly against her hot center would help.

  As soon as his lips first lightly licked and then sucked her puckered pink nipple into his mouth, she moaned and bucked against him. The delight he got from hearing her little mews of pleasure made him smile against her chest. He’d never tire of these sweet noises for their entire lives.

  How had he gotten so incredibly lucky?

  Sucking first one pebbled tip and then the other, James lifted his torso ever so slightly and reached a free hand between their bodies to squeeze her crotch. The moment his fingers reached between her jean-covered slit and his thumb landed on her clit, he opened his mouth farther and sucked hard on her nipple, taking a good portion of her breast into his mouth.

  Hannah squeaked out his name, yanked her tangled hands, shirt and all, over his head, held on for dear life and let her orgasm pulse through her. Her sex throbbed against his hand.

  The warm crotch of her jeans grew moist where he gently rubbed against her as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

  James lifted his head when she finally relaxed slightly into the comforter. “I’ll never tire of watching you come, honey.” Her face flushed even more when he spoke, pink splotches spreading across her cheeks in uneven patterns.

  “How do you do that to me?” She squeezed his ears between her tangled arms and pulled him toward her mouth. “That’s twice you’ve made me come, and both times I had my pants on. You must think I’m such a nympho.”

  Hannah placed tiny kisses across his lips as she mumbled her embarrassment.

  She’d stolen that word right out of his head. “Au contraire, my love. I’m hoping you are a nympho, well, only when it comes to me. I intended to enjoy all the fringe benefits of your sexual cravings. And believe me, those cravings are going to increase tenfold as soon as I take you for the first time.” Was that too much to tell her? He didn’t want to scare her, but was it fair to mate with her, steal her innocence and her virginity, essentially link her body to his for life, without even explaining their species to her?

  Probably not.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but please stop yapping at me and take your clothes off. I want to see you.”

  Or maybe talking was highly overrated.

  “As you wish.”

  James stood next to the bed, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his jeans and shorts to the floor, grateful they’d both taken their shoes off as soon as they’d entered the hotel room.

  Hannah took the moment to untangle herself from her T-shirt and bra, propped herself on her elbows and stared at his cock, making it twitch with need. “Oh…God,” she muttered.

  He grew even stiffer under her perusal, his dick stretching toward her.

  Two seconds later, he pulled the tight, sexy jeans off Hannah’s body. He sucked in a breath when he saw her thong, even though it shouldn’t have garnered such a response. He’d seen the same swatch of material, if you could call it that, earlier, but the vision she elicited now with her blonde hair haloed around her face and her hips lifting into the air to help him get them off was almost more than he could stand.

  James tossed the pants aside and settled between Hannah’s open legs, spreading them even farther with his hands.

  Hannah gasped again and struggled to hold her knees together.

  “Don’t. I want to see you. God, you’re sexy. Your cum is glistening against your lips. I have to taste you.”

  “James…”

  He knew this was all new to her, too many sensations in just a few short minutes, but he couldn’t stop. As soon as his tongue swiped a trail across her pussy, he groaned in delight at her own personal flavor and she dropped from her position propped on her elbows to flat on the bed. Her exquisite taste, sweet and salty at the same time, almost floral, all Hannah, filled his senses.

  Her knees relaxed and James pressed her bent legs deeper into the mattress while he flicked his tongue over her clit.

  “Ahhh. James…” Her body tensed. Would it be that easy? Again so soon?

  James wished he’d paid more attention to his brothers and friends when they’d bragged about their matings instead of ignoring their good fortunes. Perhaps then he wouldn’t feel so inept when it came to understanding Hannah’s appropriate responses.

  Of course, none of his relatives or friends had mated with anyone who didn’t know who and what they were or what the long-term implications of the claiming were.

  Dainty, firm fingers burrowed into James’ hair. He couldn’t tell if she was trying to push him away from her center or pull him closer into her. She probably didn’t know either.

  “Relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.” He nibbled around her clit, not quite touching it again after that first flick of his tongue, and she settled slightly, but didn’t let go of her hold on his hair.

  “You’re delicious. Tangy and sweet at the same time.”

  “God, James…do something.”

  “This?” James sucked her clit into his mouth and didn’t let go while she writhed beneath the unexpected onslaught. His grip on her thighs held fast. She was strong for such a tiny thing.

  “Oh God… Oh God.”

  So close. Her pulse raced beneath his tongue. Leaning one shoulder into Hannah’s thigh, James freed one hand and pressed two fingers into Hannah’s sweet center. He froze for just a moment when he hit her hymen. His fingers didn’t quite tear it, but he knew his dick would. He groaned softly against her clit as he thought of being the first and only one to press past that thin layer.

  Pressing his cock firmly against the mattress to stave off his need, he nipped her nub with his teeth.

  “James.” She nearly screamed his name. And it sounded so fantastic coming through her lips.

  Her tight walls pulsed around his fingers and his dick grew harder than he’d ever been, begging to trade places with his hand and feel the ecstasy of her pussy. He had to stiffen his legs to keep from coming against the sheets where his cock lay trapped.

  How the hell was he going to avoid making a fool of himself when he took her? Surely he’d shoot off before he even got all the way in the first time.

  It didn’t help his situation one bit that Hannah’s orgasm kept milking his fingers, even when he eased off her clit and began to gently stroke his tongue over the hood and circle the nub while she came down.

  When Hannah’s grip loosened against his scalp, James pulled his body up hers and rested his elbows on both sides of her head to take her mouth in a demanding kiss. He knew he was forcing her to taste herself on his lips, but hoped she’d find the experience arousing.

  Hannah moaned against him, licked his lips and devoured him as though starving. When she sucked his tongue into her mouth, he paused, the gesture threatening to push him over the edge. The mock blowjob was an excellent indication his life would be complete with this woman.

  “I need you,” he mumbled when she let go and gazed into his eyes. “But I need you to be sure.”

  “James, you’ve made my body hum twice in ten minutes. Please, stop stalling and take for yourself.” Her hips lifted against his torso, his cock so close to her opening the head rubbed against her wet folds.

  “Baby, I don’t take. I only give. Any resulting pleasure for myself is just icing on the cake.”

  “Lord, where did they teach you to be so poetic?” The smile on her face seemed to reach her ears.

  “I want
to know what it feels like to be filled with your…cock. Please?”

  James grinned at her slang vulgarity. “Honey, you’re so tight. Even your hymen is intact. And I’m not a small man. It will hurt the first time.”

  “I know. I’m not completely innocent.” She gripped her bottom lip with her teeth.

  “Yes you are. And I apologize in advance for the pain. I promise it will only last a second and then… And then the most exquisite sensation you’ve ever experienced. At least that’s what I hear.”

  “Too much talking. I ache for you.” Hannah pleaded with her eyes and her body, which writhed beneath him. She couldn’t help it. That much he knew. Thank God he hadn’t completely flunked out of Sex 101. At least his father had had the prerequisite “talk” with him so he’d know how a claiming went and what would happen to the female, at least in theory. He’d had sex with plenty of women in the last several years, but still felt a bit inadequately prepared to claim a mate, especially one who had no education of her own on the subject. It just wasn’t the same.

  “Hannah, you don’t realize the implications of this yet and I hope you don’t hate me later for not being more thorough in explaining things, but at least you should know I don’t take this lightly. Our…joining, it’s for life. After I take you, you’ll never have another. You won’t even want someone else.” James held his breath and watched her face. He owed her this much, plus it bought his cock time to calm down enough to not shoot off at entry.

  Hannah stared into his eyes. “You have some really strange ideas, and if I was in my right mind, I would surely find all this disconcerting, but lucky for you, I’m not. All I know is this feels right and if you don’t suit up and get inside me this instant, I will combust.”

  Suit up? Shit. He’d not thought of that. She’d want a condom. Of course, you dumb shit. She’s worried about pregnancy, diseases you don’t have.

  “Hannah,” he kissed her softly, “I’m clean, and any concerns you have don’t really apply to…” What the hell was he supposed to say?

  “What modern man doesn’t carry a condom these days?”

  James froze, his dick suffering against her entrance. He silently begged her not to stop this process.

  His forlorn gaze must have reached into her pleadingly, because she pulled him closer and kissed his lips. “I don’t fucking care right this second, as much as I may regret the decision later.”

  James released a breath he didn’t even realize he held and lifted himself off her body. He hoped she wouldn’t mock his plan, but in order to claim her properly, he needed to take her from behind. She needed to be in a position of submission.

  When he stared down at her confusion, he couldn’t do it. She needed this first time to take place face-to-face, in accord with her expectations of sex.

  Next time, he assured himself. There’d be plenty of opportunity.

  James grazed his fingertips over her entire torso, gazing down at his good fortune. When her skin began to heat in desire and red splotches of pleasure rose up across her chest, he plucked gently on her nipples and lowered over her, poised at her entrance.

  Grasping his rock-hard cock, James dragged the head against her folds one last time and then released himself to slowly press into her.

  As Hannah’s sweet folds enveloped his stiffness, James gritted his teeth against the need to come, held himself suspended stiffly over her body, hoping the absence of all her skin against him would buy him some time.

  His forearms started to shake under the strain.

  His efforts were in vain, however, because Hannah was granted the wiggle room to press up toward him and force him to the hilt.

  Twin inhalations followed as James lowered himself to blanket her body, gazing into her eyes for any evidence of discomfort.

  Hannah held her breath for a heartbeat and then smiled as she exhaled. “Move.”

  Who was he to deny the request?

  Never releasing his own breath or relaxing his jaw, James slowly pulled out and then plunged back into her depths. “So…fucking…tight. So hot.”

  The words forced him to breathe. He wouldn’t last long. How could any woman be this tight? Even his hand couldn’t grip him as well as her body did.

  This woman was his, he knew it with his entire being. And he needed to consummate the deal right now before he came. His wolf demanded it.

  James jerked free of her grip on his cock and flipped Hannah onto her stomach so fast she never saw it coming.

  The sound escaping her lips didn’t sound like one of displeasure however.

  “I need to take you from behind, sweetheart. Not every time, but definitely this once.”

  Hannah managed to hold herself up with her forearms, her ass raised in the air in offering, and James wasted no time pushing her knees apart and pressing back into her warm pussy. He gripped her hips with both hands and started a fast rhythm that would only last a few strokes before he came.

  It wasn’t mandatory for Hannah to come for the claiming to be complete, but no way was James going to leave her out of the experience. He trailed one hand under her to stroke her clit while he pressed into her.

  So close, both of them. She breathed erratically, her pulse beating against his hand seemingly in rhythm with his cock pressing in and out of her. The moment his orgasm seemed imminent, James pinched Hannah’s clit between his fingers and pressed as deep as he could into her body.

  Her scream rent the air. Her vaginal walls milked him as he came and came into her depths. The most pleasurably intense sensation of his life with the woman he vowed to cherish for the duration.

  Chapter Four

  Hannah collapsed into the mattress face first, exhausted, sweaty, satiated beyond belief.

  There was no way to erase the smile she felt spreading across her face. How had she gotten so lucky? Intense feelings assaulted her, none of them surprisingly unwelcome. Cherished. Dominated. Home.

  James blanketed her from above, sliding slightly to one side to avoid smashing her, but close enough that she felt the desired pressure of his warm body. She wasn’t ready to separate the contact.

  Through rough breaths, James muttered against her ear. “You okay?”

  “Better than.”

  He pulled wet clumps of hair from her face and she exhaled gratefully because right now she didn’t have the energy to do it herself.

  “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to be so rough. I promise it won’t always be that way.”

  “Not a bit.” She giggled slightly. “Well, maybe for about two seconds, but then the pleasure took over.”

  “I swear you won’t feel that twinge of pain again. Next time your body will suck me in as though it remembers what mine can bring to the table.”

  Next time. Hmm. How many next times would there be? Hannah shivered to think this god was only hers out of convenience, that only the stress of the situation drew them to each other. As soon as they arrived in Seattle, he would surely resume his regular life. Did he have a girlfriend? Hannah nearly groaned.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?” Gentle fingers massaged through her tangled mass of hair, his words nearly purring into her ear. Was he always such a snuggler? Didn’t men tend to pull away, clean up and crash after sex? That’s the way she’d always heard it.

  “Hmmm.”

  “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  Ah, see. Here it comes. Perhaps he’d just been polite since it was their first time together, well, her first time ever.

  Moments later, however, Hannah was shocked to find gentle hands pulling her onto her back. Gorgeous blue eyes smiled down at her and a warm cloth soothed over her face before he rubbed a path between her breasts and lower. She held her breath while he pressed her legs apart and carefully cleaned his cum from her thighs. When the cloth brushed up against her clit, she shivered.

  “Sorry, baby. I know you’re probably oversensitized.”

  Hannah couldn’t believe she let him do this,
peruse her body so closely. He even shifted down between her legs to make sure she was clean and she shuddered beneath the intense gaze as she watched him inspect her.

  The sun had begun to descend in the sky, leaving only the last remnants of rays in hues of orange, red and purple to light the room. When had he flipped the lights off?

  When he finished, he set the cloth aside and resumed his spot alongside her, a distance that should have been disconcerting with no regard for her personal space, but somehow managed to feel welcome. In fact, her limp body demanded he stay as close as possible.

  “So tired.” Her eyes wouldn’t stay open.

  “I know, babe. Sleep. Take a nap.” He kissed her temple, lingering for a long time, inhaling deeply.

  Hannah drifted out of consciousness, but she could have sworn she heard him mutter “mine” in her last moments of lucidity.

  James was the luckiest bastard in the world. He stared down at the prize beneath him and thanked God the stars had been aligned when Maxwell Stone had chosen him to go retrieve his daughter.

  He pushed thoughts of the confrontation from his mind. He couldn’t dwell right this minute on how pissed the man was going to be when they arrived because he was too busy thinking about his good fortune and planning how he would to take her next—after her nap.

  Wolves needed very little sleep. Sure, he’d been bone tired when they’d arrived at the hotel, but primarily from the strain of breathing in her scent, trapped as he’d been in the Jag with her pheromones for an entire day.

  He was aware women needed a lot of rest during a claiming as their body underwent the transformation into a full-grown adult wolf.

  He frowned when he thought of all the things she didn’t know, primarily because he’d been too much of a horny bastard to fill her in before he took her.

  Remembering his conversation with Meredith, James reminded himself Hannah has no idea she’s a wolf. Now she was about to undergo the change and guess who was going to help her?