by Cassidy, Cam
They walked down the street, and he let his thumb hook into the waist of her jeans, his fingers spreading wide over her ass.
“Exactly where is it we’re headed?” she asked.
The Wolf could sense her anxiety, and he was glad the room he’d rented wasn’t far from the bar. He placed the beer on the sidewalk, took the keycard from his pocket, and swiped it through the door mechanism. After he pushed it open, he waited. “Right here, darlin’. I promise you. You got nothin’ to worry about. Nothin’s gonna happen you don’t want or you won’t enjoy. I don’t bite, at least not too hard.”
For a brief moment, he thought she was gonna dart. He wanted to fist pump or growl his approval when she picked up the beer and stepped inside. He followed, and the door closed behind him, the soft click of the lock falling into place.
She moved around the room, and he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. He inhaled and almost groaned at the scent of cinnamon and vanilla, forced himself to tamp down on the primal need to take her fast. He became the hunter and she was his prey. Moving slowly, he stalked toward her when she opened a bottle of beer and raised it to her lips.
As the bottle slipped between them, no way in hell he could hold back the low rumble from his chest. “Oh, baby girl, I have much better plans for those sweet lips.”
He lowered his head and let his lips brush against hers, his tongue teasing against the soft crease and begging for entrance. He groaned at the taste of her while he nipped and sucked her sweet tongue into his mouth. Her body melted against him, and he caught the bottle as it slipped from her grasp. He placed it on the table beside them, forgot about it when her tiny fingers dug into his shoulders pulled him to her. Their lips crashed together, their tongues tangled for dominance of the kiss. His hand cupped her breast, squeezed and teased through the tee shirt. The desire pouring off her combined with his need to have her and caused him to nearly come in his leathers.
“Damn, darlin’, you’re killin’ my control here. We need to slow this down.” Grinning, he took her face in his hands and placed another gentle kiss to her lips. “I believe I remember something about you takin’ off all your clothes. Now, there’s something I wanna watch. Can you do it, baby? Strip for me? Show me the sexy body I know is hidden beneath those clothes. You know I’m dyin’ to see it. To touch every inch of your velvet skin. I already know what you’re gonna taste like…heaven.”
He punctuated each sentence with a kiss to her face or neck, smiled at the shiver racing across her skin. He could have easily stripped her bare. Hell, it was what he normally did with women. He would take them to the hotel, let the clothes fly, and get down to business. There was no way it was happening tonight. Not with Ange.
He couldn’t put his finger on it. Being near her felt different. He wanted her to give herself to him.
Her eyes darkened with desire, her face flushed, and she was breathless. “I want you, Jax. You already know it’s what we came here for. Don’t tell me you’re going to torture me.”
He grabbed the bottle of beer from the table and forced himself away from her to the oversized chair in the corner of the room. He took a drink before he placed the beer on the nightstand and reached down to take off his boots. “We have all night. No torture, baby, only pleasure.”
His eyes never left her when she slid her feet out of her heels and pulled the baby-blue shirt over her head, dropping it to the ground. A large teardrop-shaped crystal hung from a delicate chain around her neck. The light danced off it every time she moved. When she reached the button of her jeans, his mouth went dry.
“God, you’re beautiful, girl. You got my cock so damn hard I could pound nails with it. Turn around, let me see your sweet ass.”
She followed his request, her fingers sliding against her skin and pressing her jeans down. She bent at the hips to take them off, until at last, she stood dressed in only a black lace bra and panties. Simply watching her and not touching was a self-inflicted pain that only severed to make him burn to have her.
He took off his vest then his shirt and tossed both, not giving a shit where they landed before she spun back around. Once she was naked, there was no way he would be able to keep his hands off her.
Her lips curved into a sexy smile, making it clear she knew exactly what she was doing to him. “I take it you approve of what you see, Jax? You know, you’re not the only one who can play this game.”
She reached behind her, undid the clasp of her bra, and let the lacy fabric fall down her arms to the floor. Placing her delicate hands flat on her stomach, she moved one slowly up her stomach to her breast while the other headed south. The tips of her fingers disappeared into the patch of lace. It was more than he could stand, and his control snapped. Crossing the room, he took her face in his hands, before placing a demanding kiss to her lips, and walked her backward to the bed until she fell.
“Keep your hands off yourself while I undress. The only hands that will touch you tonight are mine.”
When his cock sprang free of his leathers, her eyes widened. He gave it a stroke, squeezed the base so he didn’t blow as he watched her move across the bed. There was no mistaking what she wanted or needed…him. “All for you, darlin’.”
He knelt on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He slid her panties off, tossing them to the floor. As he looked down at her, he groaned. The sight of her bare mound and the glistening moisture covering her pink lips was almost too much.
His lips were suddenly dry. His voice came out a bit hoarse. “Grab the headboard and don’t let go. You let go, I stop and tie your hands, and we start all over.”
“Who decided you get to have all the fun? I want to play, too.”
“Believe me, baby, you’re gonna have fun. We both are. Now, do what I asked.”
She chewed her lip, and he wondered if she was going to argue.
He lifted her leg and placed gentle kisses to her ankle before he moved up to her knee. When her hands slapped against the headboard, he fought back a smile. He nudged her leg to the side then moved to the other. This time when he reached the knee, he spread her wide then came over her. She rose up off the pillow, her lips meeting his. He could feel her desperation, matching his own, and forced the kisses to stay soft and teasing before he moved down to her chest.
“A man would die for tits like these.” Taking one in his hand, he moved to the other, sucking the tight berry into his mouth while she moaned. “Feels good, baby girl? I think I have a few plans you’re gonna love.”
He could have spent hours on her breasts alone. Someday he would do that. Her low moans filled the room, forcing him to move south.
“I know, baby, I wanna fuck you so bad I can barely hang on. First things first, there is no way I’m not tasting you.” He kissed his way down her stomach before he settled between her legs. He let his hand smooth up the skin of her ankles and placed one leg over each shoulder. Her body opened to him. He swept his tongue over her slit, his fingers digging into her ass. Her sweet flavor burst in his mouth, her hips lifted up to his mouth. “Oh, you’re killin’ me. Do you feel how your body reacts to me? You were fuckin’ made for me.”
The words repeated in his head…made for me. Where the hell did that come from? He pushed it to the back of his mind, something he could think about later. Right now, he had better, much better things to do. He let his tongue move through the folds to the swollen bundle of nerves. With every swirl and flick of the tip, she twitched and jerked beneath him. He knew she was close to going over the edge…. Not happenin’. He wanted her to burn for him. To push her further than she had ever gone he moved slowly through the silken folds of her wet sheath, thrusting deeper, tasting her very essence. With long strokes, he fucked her, delving deep into the depths of her core, his nose rubbing against her clit.
“Don’t you stop…don’t you dare stop, Jax. Please, I need to come. Please!”
Her begging was sweet music to his ears. She writhed, and he sucked her swollen clit into
his mouth, letting his teeth graze the sensitive bundle. That was all it took for her to explode in his arms. Holding on to her, he worked, taking her higher, letting her ride out the wave of her pleasure.
Before her body stopped trembling, he moved up to his knees and, in one thrust, pressed himself balls deep inside her. “Fuck me, you’re so damn tight. Feel it, baby? Do you feel how your pussy squeezes my cock?”
Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing compared to being inside Ange. Her wet heat threatened to have him coming within seconds of being inside her. He pulled from her, nearly lost in the feel of her sweet cunt gripping his swollen cock before slamming back inside her, pausing again to gain his control. He finally started a steady rhythm, which wouldn’t last long with her fingernails digging into his chest. She screamed out his name—his fucking name when she came.
Gone was any thought of going slow and easy. He struggled for control as his Wolf pressed to the surface and watched through the man’s eyes as he took her. Burying his face in her hair, the Wolf almost howled at the pleasure of her feel, her scent surrounding them before Jax captured her lips in a kiss that all but consumed him. The heat that rose between them threatened to blister his skin as it bound them together.
He kissed down her cheek, her head tilting to the side giving him the access he craved. For a brief moment, all he could focus on was the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder met. His canines extended, aching and throbbing with anticipation. He groaned at the thought, he could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the way it would yield to the pressure, and, with a slight pop, he would have her essence on his tongue. She would, from that day on, wear the mark of his Wolf. It took more restraint than he had ever known as he licked at the skin, reveling in the salty taste of her sweat while he continued to thrust deep inside her. He nearly roared as he forced himself away from the sweet spot. He couldn’t mark her, at least not now. Not like this.
He sat back on his knees, and, with a final thrust, he growled out her name, hot jets of his seed shooting inside her. She joined him and cried out, going over the edge again. He slowed his strokes and placed soft kisses to her lips. She moaned sleepily when he got up from the bed and returned with a warm cloth. He gently cleansed her sensitive skin.
Tossing the cloth toward the bathroom, he climbed back in bed beside her, pulled up a blanket up over them, and wrapped her in his arms. He felt the rise and fall of her chest against him. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips. He had marked her with his scent. Any Wolf would know. They would smell him on her for days.
His Wolf, on the other hand, snarled in his head. He wanted the female to wear his mark, the way every mate does. In all his years, Jax had never wanted a mate, had no desire. What a head fuck. Ange had come into his life, and he couldn’t imagine a day without her. He closed his eyes and held her…a human who knew nothing of Wolves.
Damn, this is going to be complicated.
Chapter Five
Angeni woke early, wrapped in a cocoon of arms and legs. What the hell had she done? Spending the night with someone she had picked up in a bar before wasn’t the norm for her, of course, neither were the four explosive orgasms. She wasn’t about to complain either. Originally, she had planned to slip out this morning before he awoke.
“I have work. I gotta run.”
“What time?” Jax said in a voice that was sleepy and sexy as hell.
“Well, I need to shower and change. I can’t exactly go around all day with bedhead and the smell of sex. I start work at ten today.”
Ange laughed at the low growl which seemed to rumble from Jax’s chest. “Fuck, the thought of you walking around all day with my scent on you makes me so damn hard.”
Her breath caught when he rolled her onto her back and, in one swift move, was inside her.
A sexy smile spread across his face, and he groaned. “Damn, you woke up wet and ready for me. Makin’ you late for work’s gonna be the highlight of my day. Better yet, don’t go at all. We can spend the entire day here like this, me buried in your sweet pussy, listening to those cute little sounds you make.”
She pushed her hips up, taking him deeper inside her. “Tempting offer. I would love to spend the day like this, but I have to work.”
He took his time, slow, deliberate strokes, which created a spark that built to a raging inferno when he brought her to orgasm. She would have given anything to spend the day, hell, days in his bed. Unfortunately, it was a luxury she couldn’t afford. At least not yet. “Okay, so you succeeded in making me late. Now, I have to run.”
Rolling off the mattress, she immediately missed the feel of having him inside her. Gathering her clothes, she tried to make herself look as if she hadn’t been thoroughly, completely fucked—a task in itself. She could feel him watching while she moved around the room and put in a few extra wiggles, loving the low groans he made.
“I’ll be back at the bar later. Meet me. We can have dinner, a couple drinks then come back here.” His strong hand slid around the back of her neck, tilting her head toward his as he lowered his lips to hers. “Or, we could skip all that and just come here. No way I’m even close to having enough of you.”
It was more than a kiss. It was a sensual promise, one which left her breathless, wanting more. How the hell was it possible? His touch, his taste could become a quick addiction. Yesterday, all she had thought of was a carefree night out. This was meant to be a one-night stand. It turned out to be one night she would never forget and was desperate to repeat.
“You better plan on feeding me well.” Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer.
In return, he pressed his hips against hers and moved her back to the door. “I have every intention of it.”
Laughing into the kiss he pressed to her lips, he caressed her face and held her in place. No doubt what was on the menu, and she craved another taste. “You have a line for everything? The comeback will have to wait. I really have to go. See you at the bar around seven o’clock.”
She slid out the door, the bright morning sun assaulting her eyes, and reached for her cell to check the time.
“Shit!” She would be late no matter how fast she walked back to the hotel. There was no way she could get away without a fast shower and change of clothes. Five missed texts and calls asking where she was made her cringe. She would deal with her family later. She sent a quick reply to her father’s last text.
Ange: Everything is fine. On my way. Be there soon.
Refusing to let anything, even her family, ruin the morning, she hurried down the street. Nothing would bring her down from the high she was riding after a night with Jax.
***
When Ange left his hotel room, Jax had the oddest sensation of something missing. An ache, in his chest, an emptiness he had never experienced. He damn near ran out into the street to find her sweet ass and bring her back to where she belonged.
Belonged? Fuck, he needed to get a grip. Ever since he saw her in the bar, he had become obsessed. He had to have her. Mission accomplished. Or at least he’d thought it had been. Now he realized he wanted to keep her. Trying to rationalize, he didn’t really know her didn’t help a damn bit. He still wanted her. His Wolf came to the front of his mind and growled out one word. The word the man had never anticipated hearing, especially not with a human…. “Mine.”
When the word registered, he recognized all the signs. Angeni was his mate. The one soul in this world, he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. Destiny obviously had a sense of humor to make his mate a human. The other males in the pack would have a damn field day with this one when he got back to Los Lobos. All except Ryker—he was mated to a human. Of course, no one would dare gave Ryker shit for it.
He had heard the stories for years but never believed them. He shuddered, feeling it to the depth of the very soul he never claimed to have. Once the two halves recognized each other, it was as if a magic thread pulled them together. There would be no keeping them apart.
> Standing in the shower, he hated washing—it removed her scent. Grinning, he hoped he had made her late enough she didn’t have time to shower and would go through the day wearing his scent. Damn, the thought had him hard again. Taking his cock in his hand, he stroked himself from balls to tip and groaned. He pictured her in his mind, still could smell her scent. Easily, he could have pulled one off to thoughts of her. Not happening. Not when in a few hours he could have the real thing.
Nothing felt better wrapped around his dick than her wet heat. Instead, he finished his shower and dressed, very aware of the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. It wasn’t a feeling he particularly enjoyed, but the thought of how he would relieve the discomfort put a smile on his face.
When he left the hotel room, he checked his watch and let the countdown until he saw her again begin. A countdown he knew wouldn’t last until tonight. He had her scent. She belonged to him. There wasn’t a place in this town he couldn’t find her.
Chapter Six
Wind chimes sang out a sweet melody when Ange stepped into the tent her father had rented on a “prime piece of real estate” on the main drag of the rally for the week for her to do readings. Her name lay sprawled in huge letters across the top. She hated it. Her father made her out to be some superstar instead of a person born with a gift. The heat of his glare was the first thing she met when she went inside.
He took in her wet hair, skintight jeans, and tee shirt. “Apparently, you enjoyed yourself last night, Angeni. I think we need to put a few rules down for the remainder of the trip so we can keep you on time. Your first client is here and has been waiting. We can talk about this later.”
“I had a very nice time last night. I’m a little old for curfew so you can forget it. I’m here to enjoy the rally, just like everyone else. I know the schedule, ten minutes is called fashionably late. If you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”