by Rede, Lily
And froze.
WES FIGURED HE HAD nothing to lose by laying his cards on the table, and if he couldn’t woo Jane into accepting him, maybe needling her into honest conversation would do the trick. One thing was certain, she wasn’t walking out of this fridge. He grinned and joined her at the window. Her eyes were wide, shocked.
“That’s not even possible,” she breathed.
“Sure it is. He’s half-dragon. European. You can tell by the two cocks.”
Jane was holding her breath, clearly horrified and fascinated at the same time. Tendrils of fine brown had escaped the neat little coil at the back of her head, and teased the nape of her neck. Wes wanted to nuzzle them, and then trace his lips across the flushed rose of her cheek and coax her to open her mouth for his kiss. He considered her closely in the dim light, and the truth hit him like a fist in the gut. Wes had realized that romancing a mortal meant changing his sex life, but the hint of heat in Jane’s eyes was a thrilling surprise. His naughty little caterer was turned on.
“I never would have pegged you as someone who likes to watch,” he murmured.
“I don’t,” said Jane, but her eyes didn’t move from the various erotic tableaux outside, tilting her head for a better angle, “Doesn’t that hurt?”
“First thing a young Lycan male learns in having sex is how to use his fangs. See how gently he’s nibbling that pixie’s nipples? He doesn’t want to hurt her, just drive her a little crazy before he eats her out.”
“All of this…sex…is this normal for you guys?”
“Only around Halloween. The magical community is naturally less inhibited than the human world. If you’re unattached and horny, it’s just what you do.”
He shrugged.
“Is that what you do?” she asked, almost nonchalant, but Wes knew better.
“Once upon a time,” admitted Wes, “But I’m less interested in casual sex these days. See, there’s this mortal girl who’s got me walking around hard as a pike…I wish she’d give me a chance.”
Jane’s lips tightened, but she didn’t respond. Wes sighed and turned back toward the window.
“Looks like fun out there, doesn’t it?”
Jane unconsciously stroked fingers down her throat, absently undoing the top button of her shirt, and every muscle in Wes’ body tightened as his cock swelled to an instant, throbbing erection.
“You should see what’s going on in the main ballroom,” said Wes tightly, swallowing as he tried to control his sudden arousal from her simple little move, “but I’m glad you’re in here safe with me. It was difficult enough watching all those men staring at you while you served earlier tonight. It would look bad if I punched a client, even if he deserved it.”
Jane turned startled blue eyes to his.
“What are you talking about? Oh my God!”
It was at precisely that moment that Wes saw Jane realize that he was levitating off the ground to lounge by the window with her, at eye level. And she promptly lost her balance, falling backwards off the stool.
WHOMP. ONE MINUTE JANE was staring out at the writhing creatures engaging in crazy sexual acts she’d never even imagined, wondering why watching it was so fucking hot, and the next, she was tumbling through the air to thump against Wes’ body as he caught her and they crashed against a shelf. Potatoes and beets tumbled around them. Breasts crushed to his awesome chest, a massive erection pressed enticingly into her stomach, and heat, heat, and more heat in his blue eyes, every inch of his muscled form alive and so delicious against hers.
Jane felt like she was drowning.
Wes leaned in, feathering his lips over her jaw, and tingles exploded down Jane’s spine. Her clit was one big ache.
“I’m the same man I was, Jane,” murmured Wes, “Nothing’s different.”
Jane pushed away, shaky.
“It’s all different.”
Shoving the stool back from the door, she resumed her spot on the floor, grabbing his jacket less for warmth and more to hide the fact that her nipples were straining her blouse, hungry for him.
“We had a nice date,” challenged Wes.
“It was just one date,” muttered Jane.
“But we’ve known each other for years. That’s almost like dating.”
“You were lying to me the entire time! I was engaged.”
“Which was a mistake.”
“I didn’t know that,” protested Jane, “and I never thought of you like that.”
“Ouch,” said Wes, grinning, “’Are you sure? Because I thought of you like that all the time.”
He resumed his spot across from her, his eyes hot and teasing even in the glow of the magical light ball. Funny, last week she would have tried to kill it as though it was some kind of deadly witchy firefly, but now she’d almost forgotten about it.
“I thought about our next date,” continued Wes, “and the date after that. And the one after that. And I thought about the date where you would eventually invite me up to your apartment.”
Jane’s heart was pounding, her mouth dry, as Wes’ voice dropped to a low, seductive rumble.
“You’d let me touch you while we made out on the couch for a while, and then you’d let me strip you so that I could kiss every inch of that body that I’ve been dreaming about – your neck, your beautiful breasts, those delicate fingers, and your sweet pussy. In my imagination, we’d stay up all night and I’d pleasure you in every possible way, on every surface of your apartment, until we were both exhausted.”
That wouldn’t take long, thought Jane, irrationally. Her apartment was tiny. But the images bombarded her.
“And in the morning, we’d do it again.”
Jane couldn’t help the tiny moan that escaped, startling in the quiet room.
“You want me,” said Wes, not in a smug way, but as a statement of fact, “as much as I want you.”
Jane shook her head, not sure if she was trying to deny him or herself. Apparently, her body didn’t care that they were from different species, but her mind was blocked. An image of That Cheating Bastard and his blonde chippie ate away at her self-confidence.
“We’re too different,” she said, desperate.
“Is it really just the magic?” asked Wes, “What do I have to do to convince you that you’ve got nothing to be scared of with me?”
Jane just stared at him, her mind blank, and suddenly Wes’ eyes lit up.
“I'll bet I can make you come from right here, no hands.”
Jane laughed, a little hysterical.
“Doubtful,” she said, “Unless you’re planning to drug me like your nympho gypsy friend.”
“She’s actually an excellent accountant,” replied Wes, grinning, “No drugs required. Have a little faith.”
Jane rolled her eyes, but her breath caught as a ghostly swirl of heat stroked up her thigh, setting off tingles along her skin. It felt like a warm, rough, finger.
“That’s not fair,” she gasped.
Wes chuckled.
“Who said anything about fair?
Another hot lick traced the curve of her neck and Jane arched involuntarily. Suddenly it didn’t feel quite so cold in here. It felt…intimate. Hot.
“Feel good?”
Wes’ voice was like warm chocolate over her senses, low and seductive.
“You are such a bastard,” muttered Jane without heat, and she couldn’t help straining into the touch as a warm, invisible hand cupped her breast with a sure touch, stroking her nipple with firm, delicious pressure.
“God, you’re stunning. You should see yourself, Jane,” murmured Wes. “Your cheeks are all flushed, your nipples are so hard I can see them through that shirt. Bet they’re the sweetest dusky rose.”
Jane hoped Wes didn’t expect her to respond, because words were beyond her. She should tell him to stop. Magic slithered up her leg, under her skirt, teasing the crease between thigh and pussy, and Jane groaned, automatically spreading her legs a little wider, uncaring when the move pulled h
er tight skirt up her thighs.
Wes huffed out a rough breath.
“Just another inch,” he begged softly, “Pull your skirt up another inch and show me that sweet, wet pussy.”
Jane ignored the plea, too overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through her body to listen.
The magical fingers were diabolical and everywhere now, pinching her nipples, stroking her neck, and moving effortlessly through the fabric of her panties to slide into her soaked folds, filling her perfectly, thick and hard.
A wild thought occurred to her and Jane forced her eyes open.
“Can you feel it? Feel me?”
She was panting, the fingers relentless, fucking and stroking exactly as she imagined Wes’ hands would. And he was watching, lounging against the shelves, his eyes hot as he absorbed every nuance of her response.
“No, baby, not the way you think. Just echoes.”
Dizzy with pleasure, Jane’s eyes dropped to the bulge in Wes’ pants, huge and unapologetic and so tempting that she licked her lips. Wes swore, long and low.
Jane was rolling her hips now, her hands flying up to hold onto the shelf above her head, her legs slightly splayed as the magical fingers fucked her. And then she felt something new – a warm, wet lick to the tight bud of her clit, followed by firm lips and a hot mouth drawing her in to suck.
“I can’t –”
“Yes, you can,” Wes assured her. “Come for me, Jane.”
Jane watched, stretched helplessly on the rack of pleasure, as Wes pressed his palm against his cock, his eyes drinking her in as she writhed. Higher and higher, tension gripped her, and she struggled to get there. She cried out as another finger slipped down through her folds to find the tight rosette of her anus. It didn’t enter, but teased in light, circular strokes.”
Suck, pinch, thrust, circle. Repeat. Jane screamed as her entire being flooded with unbearable pleasure that flung her to the heavens and exploded like fireworks. It was astounding. Her eyelids eventually fluttered open as her breath came back to her, and Jane found herself slumped against the shelves, wrung out and shaken.
Wes was still sitting across from her, eyes gleaming, grin tight, but now his pants were open and he had a hand wrapped around the very naked meaty girth of the largest cock Jane had ever seen. She could only stare as he stroked, up and down, thick inches gliding through his fingers up to a juicy, heart-shaped crown, and then back down to a heavy sac and a neatly trimmed brown thatch. He was epic, and if his deft magical touch and the way he was playing the shaft was any indication, he knew how to use it.
Jane couldn’t tear her eyes away as he stroked, stroked, stroked, and his body tightened in pleasure and he came into a handkerchief he whipped from a pocket just in time, in hard, delicious pulses. Her own body was still trembling with pleasure, and she wanted him so badly she could taste it.
Jane burst into tears.
WES STARED AT JANE in horrified confusion. She’d come hard, so beautifully it took his breath, and then watched as he jerked himself off, rapt at the sight of his cock in his hand. It was so hot, he didn’t even feel the cold. He’d be ready to go again in minutes. With the chilly air redolent of sex and both of them shaking from having rocked each other’s world without a touch, Wes was about to take his voyeuristic little mortal into his arms and give them both a taste of the real thing, but unfortunately, she was weeping.
“Are you okay? What's wrong?”
Stuffing his dick back into his pants, Wes didn’t bother to zip, but practically lunged across the little room to reach her. She held him back with a hand against his chest, wiping her eyes.
“Happy now? You proved your point. It’s bad enough that you're a walking advertisement for sex. Anything else you want to share? Maybe your tears can cure cancer?”
She was getting hysterical, but Wes was still baffled. Unable to keep himself from touching her, he stroked her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
God, she’s soft.
Jane glared at him, her eyes red and puffy.
“You're gorgeous, rich, powerful, and apparently you can provide screaming orgasms at will. You should out there with one of those magically enhanced nymphos that have the sucking power of a wet vac.”
“Are you serious?”
“Look at me!” exclaimed Jane, and threw her arms out.
“You’re beautiful,” said Wes.
“Yeah, right,” Jane scoffed, “I get no sleep, piece of clothing I own is from a thrift store, and it’s a good month if I can afford conditioner.”
Wes sat back on his haunches, stunned, as another piece of the puzzle that was Jane clicked into place.
“I just figured it out. You're a snob.”
“I am not!”
Outraged, she smacked his chest.
“A reverse snob,” amended Wes, “You have it hard, so you look down on anyone who doesn’t.”
Jane looked guilty, and blushed.
“That’s not true,” she muttered.
OKAY, IT MIGHT BE the tiniest bit true, thought Jane, but she didn’t mean to.
It was hard to grow up the way she had, fighting for every little success, suspicious of people who seemed to have it easy. Even Esme seemed to float through life, not a care in the world. Of course, everyone had difficulties. Jane knew that, but it was hard for her to understand how someone as effortlessly sexy and successful as Wes Proctor could take an interest in mousy little her.
Wes edged closer, his thumb wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
“I wanted you the first time I saw you, Jane, before I knew anything about you, and every day, I want you even more.”
He made it sound so simple.
Giving her plenty of time to pull away, Wes leaned down to brush his lips against hers once, and then again, lingering. He tilted her chin up and tasted her more fully, tangling his tongue with hers until her toes curled, a gentle, seductive tease. He finally pulled back, and Jane was pleased to note that his breathing was as affected as hers. She was dying to touch him, but he overwhelmed her.
What if I can’t satisfy him?
“Boy, that ex of yours really did a number on you,” said Wes, “What’s on your mind?”
Jane tried to find the right words, but she was distracted. Somehow, his clever fingers had tugged her shirt from her skirt and were now exploring the soft skin of her waist, teasing lightly under the waistband, making it incredibly difficult to concentrate.
She settled on a vague, “You’re too much.”
“No such thing, baby,” said Wes, licking a spot under her jaw, “Besides, there isn’t a thing about you that doesn’t bring me to my knees. Stand up.”
He helped her to her feet, settling himself between her legs as she leaned against the door.
“Wes –”
Jane wrestled with the reality of the moment. This big, gorgeous man who could have his pick of any woman in the city, who could turn her into a toadstool if he felt like it, wanted her, was licking his lips as those beautiful hands slid her skirt up her thighs to gather at her waist.
“I love Halloween,” he murmured reverently, tracing the band of her demure black panties edged in orange lace.
He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against the bow at the waist and Jane shuddered.
“Can I taste you?” he asked, hopeful.
Jane felt off balance. She was used to her ex just demanding, expecting, taking.
“If you want to,” she managed, blushing as Wes chuckled.
He didn't seem to expect anything from her as he nuzzled the delicate cleft through the material, which by now was soaked. Jane forced herself to get the words out.
“I don't know what you want me to do,” she said, her voice small.
WES FELT HIS HEART turn over, even as he felt a desire to seek out her CPA ex and pound him into the dirt. Maybe he could find a few hundred accounting violations to charge him with, for good measure.
“Baby, you don’t need to do anything except
feel good. I want to pleasure you. Maybe if I do it well enough, I can convince you that normal is overrated, and that any man, warlock, troll, or other, would be lucky to have you.”
Jane looked a little skeptical, and Wes decided that actions spoke louder than words. His eyes on hers, he found the waistband of her panties with his fingers and tugged it down her thighs.
“The skirt, too,” he murmured.
Swallowing hard, Jane did as he asked, leaving her all buttoned up and proper from the waist up, and naughty in nothing but black thigh highs and sensible shoes from the waist down. Wes licked his lips, his cock hard enough to split.
“Do you prefer having your clit licked or sucked?” he asked, just to hear her breath hitch in aroused shock.
Wes stroked the sweet little patch of golden brown at the top of her cleft. Her folds below were gratifyingly bare and, slick and swollen, gleamed in the dim light. He leaned forward, inhaling deeply.
Vanilla and Jane.
Wes licked his lips again, his mouth watering in anticipation of the first taste, but she stopped him, soft fingers against his cheek.
“Wait. You don’t…bite, do you?”
Wes grinned, his teeth flashing. He knew her mind was on the extreme werewolf coupling in the other room.
“Only if you want me to,” he murmured, enjoying her little squeak as he let the edge of his teeth scrape gently against one tender fold.
“Are you going to tease me all night?” Jane asked, breathless.
In answer, Wes hooked a hand under her knee, lifting her thigh over his shoulder, opening her. She was wet and stunning, a deep, seductive rose at the heart of her pretty pink folds. With a groan of approval, Wes spread her with his thumbs and slid his tongue along her slit, curling around the hard nub further up, giving himself a mental high-five as she arched helplessly against his mouth.
“I want everything,” said Wes, “every hot little drop of cream, baby.”
Jane whimpered and twined her fingers in his hair.
Wes lost his mind a little as Jane rocked against his mouth, the lace edge of her thigh high rasping against his neck, her pussy so hot and soft and decadent against his lips and tongue. He grabbed her hand.