“Jenissa’s car… Oh bugger, she’ll come back for me and I won’t be there. We need to go back.”
Jacob laughed. “I doubt it. Now I know why my sister’s last words to me before she left the meet were, ‘Don’t blow it.’ Mind you, she could have stashed my jeans and T-shirt. It’s weird walking naked through the forest as a man.”
Even weirder for me at hands length from your cock and wanting to stroke it.
“Ah, oh shit, I forgot.” I bet it’s a Freudian slip as well. “She said to tell you there’s stuff in the tree? But she never said any more.”
“That’s good. Come on then this way.” Jacob turned down a side track and tugged her after him. Several paces on, he stopped dead and Ari bumped into him. Even that slight contact made her nipples peak and harden and her pussy damp. Goodness knows what would happen if she didn’t have several layers on. Probably soak her thong instead of just making it damp.
“Sorry,” Jacob apologised. “I won’t be a second. Hold on.” He took a couple of steps sideways and almost vanished behind a tree. The moonlight shone on his ass, and Ari drooled all over again. He sure did have a great butt. She itched to clutch it and stroke and… Stop it. Getting all hot and bothered wouldn’t do her much good, and a wet chafing thong under already-too-tight denims wouldn’t help if she ever did get the chance to do more than drool. Thong rash was neither a pretty sight nor a comfortable state to be in. She sighed and leaned against a convenient trunk. They’d gotten this far. What next?
“Ready?” Jacob appeared in front of her, now sadly dressed in jeans and a heavy sweater.
Ari yelped. “Stop creeping up on me,” she said indignantly. “Hell, you scared the life out of me.”
“Rubbish.” He took her arm and walked next to her. “I don’t creep.”
“Hah, you so do. You always have.” Ari matched his steps and let him brush his thigh against hers. She might as well just accept wet underwear and a throbbing pussy, and do something about it as soon as she was home, rather than try to put a distance between them. He’d only notice and ask why. Somehow, she didn’t think it would be easy to explain that being close to him made her juices gather, her pussy wet, and her undies soaked. What if he was appalled?
Don’t think about it. After all, he’s shown more than passing interest, so look positive. Ari walked on, content just to be where she was and ignored her tingles and stabs of excitement as best she could.
“I walk quietly. It’s part of my heritage. Of which we will discuss tomorrow, or should I say tonight?” He stopped moving and Ari realized with a jolt they’d reached her tiny cottage on the edge of the village. How had he managed to put her in front of him, so his cock did rub her ass? Where was her coat?
Jacob twisted her so they were chest to breast. He’d rucked her coat up to her waist. “Anyway, this is where I should shake your hand and wish you goodnight, but fuck it.” He bent his head. Ari’s senses swirled as his minty breath warmed her cheek. Then she stopped thinking altogether and just absorbed sensations. The sigh she made evidently pleased him, for he laughed.
“I said ‘should.’ I was never much of one for following rules I didn’t agree with.” He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on the soft skin, before he circled her with his arms, and gave the sensitive flesh of her lip one of those enticing nips he used to such good effect earlier. This time, with the nip from him as a human, the sting of pleasure pain was so intense the zing went straight to her clit, and she felt her juices coat her thigh. Every hair on her body stood on end, and she shivered as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth to dance with hers. Ari gave in to temptation and moved her arms to clutch his ass.
Jacob growled deep in his throat, and she dimly realised she’d heard him do that on several occasions when something pleased—or displeased—him. She hoped it was the former.
He moved one hand between them and unzipped the front of her coat so he could reach inside and slip his hand under the neckline of her jumper to stroke the soft skin that covered the swell of her breast. Ari took a deep breath to increase the pressure and he pinched the skin before he broke the kiss and moved his hand away.
“Hell, woman, I’m that close to breaking my vows again. Let’s get you inside, and out of temptation.”
He patted her bum with a bit more force than needed to move her. In fact, Ari thought, it was more likely to make her stay and beg for more. She replayed his words in her head as she pushed her bum back into his hands. “Vows? What sort of vows?”
Jacob smacked her ass again and even over her coat it gave her a nice hot glow. I could get used to this. How could she say so without sounding bratty or forward? The word bratty wanted to make her giggle. The last book she’d read had a lot about a brat in it.
“No more. I’m in enough trouble as it is.” Before she could comment, he kissed her ear. “I vowed not to seduce you until I explain what it could mean.”
“Seduction? Ohhh, that means climaxing? Sounds good to me,” Ari said and paused as his hand tightened on her waist. “Believe me it wouldn’t be seduction, it’d be ‘get as good as you give,’” she went on, and tried to ignore the weight of his hand, and the warmth that rapidly spread through her. “Or should that be ‘give as good as you get’? Whatever. All consensual.”
“That’s a given,” Jacob said cryptically. Ari’s heart missed a beat. Did that mean what she hoped it meant? Was he a dominant?
“Mind you, I’m not sure we mean the same thing there,” Jacob said.
Oh I bet we do. However Ari didn’t voice that thought. Time enough when she was sure of his motives.
“I’ll wait until you’re inside and see you tonight.”
There was a finality note in his voice that showed Ari there was no point in arguing. His tone was very definitely one of command and authority.
She dipped her head and nodded and then wondered why he laughed softly.
Duh, subbie or what? I’ve been reading too many BDSM books lately. However, Ari knew herself, and subservience fitted her like a glove. Not that she’d had a chance to try subbing out. The one boyfriend she thought might be up for a little role-play and spanking nearly wet himself and finished their relationship post haste when she suggested he told her what he wanted her to do.
“Oh I like that, pet. The way you bow your head makes me want more. One day I promise you, I’ll hold you to it. Off you go now and make sure you lock the door. You never know what lurks around at night.” He laughed and she swore his fangs glinted in the moonlight. Which, as the moon had gone behind a cloud and the night was almost pitch black, would be difficult.
“Sleep tight.” His voice went an octave deeper, and her pussy muscles contracted once more.
There wasn’t much hope of sleep, not when her skin still tingled with the lingering memories of his touch. Nor when he called her “pet.” Why? Of course she understood what it meant and even relished the thought of him using it when he spoke to her. Ari was an avid reader, and read books about BDSM that made her reach for her bullet and use it, but Jacob had never ever hinted he was interested in anything remotely kinky.
Why would he? But, she was sure as she could be without him coming out and saying so, that he was.
She went inside, and turned the key.
A soft growl came from outside.
“Night, Sir.”
She had no idea why she spoke as she did. The growl was louder.
“Remember that title, pet.”
Her nipples hardened again, and she wriggled in her uncomfortably wet underwear.
If listening to him call me that through a door gets me like this, heaven help me if he says it to my face.
Ari suspected her life had changed. Whether for the better or not, it remained to be seen.
Chapter Five
“What have you done with her?” As he expected, Jenissa was waiting for him in her car just past the gate to Ari’s cottage.
“Tied her up and left her,” Jacob said sarcastical
ly, as he got into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt. “Ball gagged so she can’t scream, and blindfolded so she can’t see. Oh and locked in and only I have the key code. Shit, Jen, for fuck’s sake, what do you think I’ve done with her?” He thumped the dashboard. “Apart from compromising my pack leader status and fucking her senseless.”
Jenissa giggled. It was obvious she thought he was joking.
“You know what I mean. Is she okay?” Jenissa started the engine and drove off. “Traumatised by what she saw, or, well…” Jenissa’s voice trailed away. “By what you did?”
Jacob didn’t answer.
“Jacob, what did you do?”
Silence.
“Ja… cob.”
Jacob growled. “Enough already Jen. Let’s just say as much as we wanted to. Evidently you’ve introduced her to some basic stuff, so she’s far too involved now, and incredibly aware for someone supposedly not in the know. I reckon it’s time for you to fess up. All of it. And don’t look at me like that. I know all your tricks. Start the car drive to your house, and begin to talk.” He knew once he put his “I’m your alpha, and you will obey” tone into his voice, Jenissa would respond accordingly.
She did, but not before she got a sly dig in. “Yes, oh Alpha one. But remember, brother mine, you might be my Alpha but you’re not my Dom.”
“Thank goodness. You’d be one bratty sub, I’ll be bound. Talk.”
“Just as well I’m no sub then.”
He had to agree.
Jenissa began to talk.
“She helped me when I was injured, and so she knew what I am because of that, and about you because she’s not thick.” She started her recitation of events. By the time they pulled up outside her house in the next village, his head was reeling. He was eminently thankful he wasn’t her Dom, because she’d lead whoever tried to claim that title a merry dance. Her last words of, “Well, someone had to do something because I’m sick of watching you both lusting from afar,” made him squirm uneasily. She was right, but it was particularly galling to have your twin point it out. Your non-submissive “got no Dom, I’m a Domme,” and playing-her-cards-close-to-her-chest twin.
Jacob left her with a stern warning not to repeat anything to Ari, and took himself off to jog back across the fields to his own house. It took all of his strength and determination not to detour via Ari’s and demand she told him what she knew and what she wanted. And then dive in for round two of hot sweaty sex. However, he’d already gone against his instructions, and would be best not to do so again. They were clear, and the habits of a lifetime too firmly entrenched in his mind to do otherwise—he hoped. After all what was a day? Or even less than that now, around ten hours.
A long time when you would be as horny as hell, and desperate to take that final nip and bite. Jacob let himself indoors and kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot before he took the stairs two at a time. He had his finger under the teeth of the zip and it edged down past his dick—without pinching the skin—before he opened his bedroom door, kicked his boots off and flopped onto the bed. He inched his denims over his hips, glad he was commando, and took his aching cock in his hand. Just thinking about Ari, and what else he had planned, made it throb and jerk as if to say “at last, about time, too.” Already pre-cum coated it and provided more than the necessary amount of lubricant needed for ease of fisting. The purple head was slick with the thick juices, and more gathered, ready to be used however he decreed. If he didn’t get the Ari situation sorted out soon, he’d get wrist ache.
His eyes clouded and his body screamed for release as sharp tingles and spirals of pleasure bombarded him. As he pumped his cock urgently, his breath came out in erratic starts. The skin moved with each swipe of his hand, and Jacob tightened his grip. He was so turned on it didn’t take long before he began to shake.
“Ah shit, fuck, oh yeessssss.” Cum spurted out of the slit in his cock in a great arc. Jacob moaned his pleasure as he continued to rub his prick hard and watch as the thick liquid fell from the air. All over him, his jeans, the bedspread, and a library book. He blinked to clear a spurt from his eyelids and surveyed the evidence of his climax. How the hell could that much cum be produced from one climax, great though it was?
Fuck.
He’d have to clean up. Later. Ah, hell. He whistled as he looked at the evidence of his arousal. At least the library book was encased in a wipe-clean cover.
Jacob took a deep breath and let it out in one long heartfelt sigh. Shit, he’d needed that. The only trouble was it was all a bit lacking without a warm pussy or ass to bury himself in. Satisfying but not exceptional. Like, he sniggered to himself, a cream cake with butter icing, not whipped cream. The thought of whipped cream and what he could do with it perked his quiescent cock up once more.
Down, boy. You’ll get rub rash from my hands if you’re not careful. As a shifter, his palms were not the smoothest you could get. However he was proud of every blemish and callus. They were earned.
Jacob stretched and watched as his body asked permission to shift. He refused and gradually each muscle retained its proper human skeletal position. It didn’t seem strange to talk about his body and bones as if they had a mind of their own. Sometimes he reckoned they did. He waited until his heartbeat was as regular as it ever was, and stood up. His chest was sticky, and his jeans and the bedspread needed washing. As for the library book? He toed off his jeans and bundled them and the bedspread into a ball, and picked up the library book. Once he’d deposited the washing into the basket, he looked at the book and sniggered. It was one his sister had left and he’d picked up to take to her and forgotten. The title was “Coming to the Balls.” He’d done that, all right. Plus the bedspread, his chest… He took another look at the book and shook his head. The best thing would be to confess to accidentally ruining it and pay the Library for a replacement copy. How did you explain it became unfit for use due to a dousing in cum? Meanwhile he sponged it down as best he could, pulled on some joggers and took it down to the kitchen to dry off at the back of his stove. The gentle heat it continually produced made the room warm and toasty, and would dry out the book in no time. Unfortunately not to the degree he could let anyone use it and definitely not to return it for public use. The thought of it made him squirm. That would be plain fucking awful. Fucking being the operative word.
Just as he was about to go back upstairs, the clock on the wall above the old-fashioned dresser chimed the hour and Jacob groaned. Five a.m.? How the hell had it got to that time? With a wry shake of his head that set his overlong tawny hair dancing around his skull, he headed for the stairs and the spare room that housed his exercise equipment. Half an hour on the bike and rowing machine would surely wake him up properly and take his mind away from his cock. He rearranged it into a more comfortable position under the jogging pants and went to work to sweat out any carnal thoughts that remained.
* * * *
“Grey harem pants? Green dress? The red jumper and black jeans?” Ari surveyed the pile of clothes on her bed and picked up a silky black top. This?” She dropped it back onto the growing pile of discarded clothes and appealed to her friend. “Come on, Jenissa, help me out here. What do I wear for the most important date of my life?”
“That floaty black and red skirt with the elasticated waist, the black jumper with tiny buttons all the way down the front, and flat boots. It’ll be cold.” Jenissa grabbed her choice from the wardrobe and shoved them at Ari, who took them automatically. “And no bra, and that red lacy thong Jac—er, I got you for your birthday. Oh and stockings. Got to be stockings.”
With a sigh, Ari put the lacy pair of tights she’d picked up back in the drawer. “I’ll freeze.”
“Rubbish. Jacob’ll keep you warm. Now hurry up. I need to be gone like ten minutes ago.” Jenissa threw fishnet hold-ups at Ari, who caught them automatically, stared, and blinked.
“Run all that past me again, will you? Where did these come from? Who bought my underwear?”
“Me. They’re an early Christmas present. Fishnets for fishing. As in ‘catch a wolf…’ Right, I must go.” Jenissa headed towards the door.
Ari grabbed her arm and stopped her. “Underwear. Fess up, or I’ll tell Jacob who decorated his bike in pink bows and sexy girly doll accessories.”
Jenissa rolled her eyes. “Cruel. That was years ago.” She sniggered. “It was so great though. He honestly thought it couldn’t be me, because I hated pink. He still mutters about it every so often. The stickers were a bugger to get off.”
“Your brother has a memory like an elephant.”
“Wolf.”
“Whatever, so, who told you to buy me red lacy thongs for my birthday?” She loved them, but if Jacob bought them, how embarrassing. “Did Jacob?”
Jenissa shook her head. “Are you sure you’re not a Domme in the making? You aren’t half bossy.”
“No, and stop prevaricating.”
“Well he didn’t go into the shop and buy them.”
Ari let out her breath in a gusty sigh.
“Thank god. I’d never be able to look him in the face again.” She didn’t mention that every time she put them on, she soaked them within seconds. They felt so darned arousing.
“Well, you’d better practise, because he’s just driven up, and I’m out of here.” Jenissa hugged her. “Have a great time. I hope I see you later, and, er, let’s say ‘no,’ he didn’t actually buy them per se. He showed me which ones he preferred, gave me the money, and asked me to get them. Then I could honestly say he hadn’t purchased them. Clever, eh? Ouch. What’s that for?” Ari had thrown a pillow at her.
“Being sneaky. And by the panicked look on your face, you’re doing something you’ve been told not to. Go out the back way.”
“Oh I will.”
The doorbell rang long and loudly.
“Impatience, thy name is Jacob. Look,” Jenissa said somewhat desperately, as she shoved all the discarded clothes into the wardrobe and slammed the door shut on the mess. “Please have an open mind, and remember, whatever he says, he loves you. He just had to wait for the right time to show you. And hells bells, I know you love him.” She pumped up the pillows before she disappeared down the stairs as quietly as Ari had noticed Jacob move. Ari followed her, in a thoughtful mode. Once she’d heard the back door open and close, she went to the front of the house. Love? Lust, certainly. Drool after, definitely, but love? Could you love someone without realising it?
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