by J C Gordon
His expression was so genuine she knew he meant every word. Despite his caveman tactics to get into her bed, there was uncertainty in his eyes, concern for her well-being. All the overt sexuality hid something so astounding she hadn’t noticed it until now because she was too busy fighting against him. There was honest need in Jared’s eyes. This was more than sex for him, she could see that but her insecurity needed to hear the words.
“Did you mean what you said, Jared?” she asked, shakily. “If we do this, there will be no other women? I can’t be just another notch on your bedpost. I’m not that kind of woman.” He had no idea just how much she wasn’t that kind of woman, and she felt a wave of embarrassment surge through her and fought the urge to close her eyes. She wanted to see his expression, so she could see if he was telling her the truth.
“Baby, there’s no one but you now,” he sighed, leaning his forehead against hers for a moment and then raising his head again. “I meant what I said. You are mine, Millie, but I am also yours. There will never be another woman for me ever.”
She bit her bottom lip nervously, as she searched his gorgeous face intently for what she was looking for and found it. She took a deep breath and felt her cheeks warm as she met his gaze. “I’ve never done this before, Jared,” she said, softly.
She watched confusion cross his face for a moment, and then, he stared at her in shock. “You’ve never been with a man?” he asked slowly, and watched her face flush red again, as she bit her lip and shook her head. He felt the most amazing rush of love for her and intense male satisfaction of knowing no other man had touched his mate and never would.
He brushed her lips with a thumb, tracing the soft flesh reverently. “You don’t know what it does to me to know I’ll be your first and only lover, my Millie. I feel like the luckiest man in the world that you are granting me this honour.”
She relaxed in his embrace and pressed her lips against his. One minute he was an arrogant ass and the next he was all humble and saying just the right thing. The man was a total enigma, and yet, she was willing to lie here with him, willing to give him her body.
He deepened the kiss and tasted her leisurely, as he finished peeling her pyjamas from her body. He wanted to look at her, his mate, his Millie. He rose up onto his knees and stared down at her beautiful body. She was so perfect in every way. Her breasts were full, her stomach flat and taut. Her scent of arousal was thick in the air, and he could see the first hints of her arousal painting her body in delicious colour.
Millie felt a flush of embarrassment as Jared just sat there staring at her body without saying anything. Was there something wrong with her? Maybe he didn’t like her? Should she ask him? She didn’t know what to do in this kind of situation. She squirmed in embarrassment, and as his eyes met hers, she sucked in a deep breath at the look of total adoration and lust on his face.
“You’re perfect, Millie,” he whispered, softly. “Every single inch of you is just total perfection.”
She smiled shyly, pleased she met his expectations. How had he managed to get under her guard despite all her attempts to keep him at arm’s length? She should still be fighting him and yet she ached to be with him. “You have me at a disadvantage.”
Sitting up, Millie placed her hands on his chest feeling the muscles underneath tense and contract. She started fumbling for his buttons and his hands came up and stilled hers, raising them to his lips so he could kiss them and give her a reassuring smile. He could see how nervous she was and wanted to show her how beautiful and natural it was to be with the one person created in the world just for her.
Jared leaned over, gently pressing Millie back down onto the bed so he could give her a long drugging kiss before he sat back up and slowly started to take off his shirt. His wolf was howling his glee, and he needed to get it under control before they went any further. He took his time undressing, as he worked to convince his wolf that now was not the time to mate with her. His wolf wasn’t happy about it, and he was almost completely naked before he’d managed to convince him that this first time had to be just his human half and their mate. It was only when he explained to his wolf that he would unintentionally hurt her, did the wolf finally back down and permit Jared to mate with her first.
Millie watched Jared take his clothes off, and her greedy gaze roamed over every single inch of naked skin revealed. She wasn’t a small woman, like Rhianna, but she felt small compared to Jared. His chest was so wide and well-muscled, his arms so thick and powerful. He could surely crush her easily, if he wanted to. He stood to take off his jeans, and she had to swallow a gasp. He looked quite big and though she lacked experience with men, she was fairly certain he was impressive by most men’s standards. She was just at the point of telling him she’d changed her mind, when he was sliding back onto the bed beside her and gathering her into his arms.
Jared hadn’t been unaware of her shock at his size, and he pressed her against him savouring the feel of their naked bodies touching for the first time, as he ran a soothing hand down her back. “Don’t be nervous, baby,” he whispered against her neck. “We’ll take things slowly and if you feel you don’t want to do anything, tell me and we’ll stop.”
His words calmed her, and she let out a long shaky breath, as he trailed little kisses of fire along her collarbone, as he continued to calm her nerves. He moved his mouth back up to hers and parted her lips, so he could explore her mouth again with his tongue. He loved kissing her. She had such a wonderful mouth, so hot and wet and sweet tasting. He could kiss her all night she tasted so damned good, and she didn’t seem to be complaining. Her tongue was boldly licking against his, following him back into his mouth, so she could explore as he was doing. His body twitched in appreciation, and he groaned deeply, rubbing against her.
She was so hot, so beautiful, so perfect. She was his, and he was going to make her his forever. He loomed over her, pressing her onto her back so his mouth could start its exploration of her satiny soft skin. Peaches and cream, the headiest flavours in his world. Jared lowered his mouth to her breast and greedily sucked in the taut peak, rasping his tongue roughly over the tight bud and causing her to cry out and arch her back. He did it again and then again, groaning as she moved beneath him, signalling her pleasure at his touch.
He caught the nipple between his teeth and nipped hard and then laved it gently with his tongue, as she cried out loudly. Her response was intoxicating, and he could scent just how aroused she was becoming. He moved to her other breast and tortured it as sweetly as he had the first. Her response was the same, and he smiled a smile of deep male satisfaction that he was pleasuring his woman so completely.
Her scent was calling him, and he soon abandoned her breasts to lick down her flat stomach. His hands stroked against her gently rounded hips, and he detoured to nip gently at both hips. They were round and strong. Beautiful child bearing hips. She would give him many strong pups, and he was overcome with the need to impregnate her, as soon as possible. He wanted to see her stomach swell with his seed. He wanted to be at her side, as she pushed their pups out into the world and completed their family.
He barked sharply at his wolf, forcing him back down. No pups, not yet. It would be a while before they were at that stage. He had so much to tell her, so much she needed to come to terms with before they got to producing young.
He continued on his journey, pressing her legs apart, so he could carry on tasting all the sweetness she had to offer him. She was almost ready for him. She only needed a little more loving to be ready enough to accept him into her body. He groaned and his tongue snaked out to rasp boldly against her sex.
Millie screamed and arched up from the bed. It was the most intimate of kisses and his tongue was so hot and wet lapping against her body. The pleasure that exploded through her caught her off guard, and she trembled from the sheer intensity of it. He licked her again, and she tried to strangle down the next scream, but couldn’t quite manage it.
Jared’s hands slipped be
neath her body, gripping her bottom to raise her up to his questing mouth. He was addicted to her taste and couldn’t get enough, her cries of pleasure egging him on. He wanted to feel her shatter in his mouth. He needed to pleasure her until she came apart in his arms and gifted him the sweet nectar of her physical release.
He continued his wicked torture until she was moaning and writhing on the bed, her total abandonment exciting him beyond measure. It was good she was so lusty. Pack life was less inhibited about sex than normal human relationships. Her lustiness would be needed to adapt to their life together in the pack.
His cock was aching painfully to be inside her beautiful body, but he wanted her pleasure first before he took his. Jared luxuriated in Millie’s taste until her back arched and she surrendered to the bliss infusing her. As she climaxed, he moved over her body, pressing inside with one quick thrust.
Millie was floating on a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as she felt something hard pressing at her opening. She instinctively thrust upwards wanting it inside, needing it inside her, as another wave of pleasure rocked through her body. She felt herself stretching uncomfortably, felt a sharp sting of pain, which was quickly drowned out by the pleasure. Then she was assailed by a sense of completion, and she felt Jared’s lips on hers as he caught her moan of pleasure pain.
Jared held himself completely still, his breath rushing out harshly, as her wonderfully tight body sheathed him, as if it were made for him, and he felt the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced before. He had to fight hard not to embarrass himself like some untried youth. Millie moaned into his mouth and pressed upwards, and he had to grip her hips tightly and hold her still.
“Don’t move,” he groaned. “Please don’t move, baby. If you move right now, I’m going to lose it, and this will be over with before it’s even begun.” His voice was thick and uneven, his breathing harsh and ragged as he fought for control.
Millie stilled beneath him and opened her eyes, stunned at his strained expression. She wanted to move so badly, the urge instinctive. Did Jared truly want her that badly he was struggling for control? She found it hard to believe she could affect him this way but it was a heady thought, too. She raised her hands and stroked his long hair back, so she could watch every expression crossing his face. His deep blue eyes opened, and he looked down at her. The smile he gave her took her breath away and sent a bolt of pure pleasure surging through her.
“Yes, you affect me that badly, Millie,” he said thickly, as if answering her thoughts. “You are so beautiful, so perfect. I’m trying hard not to lose my head completely here.” He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, then he moved within her, and she gasped as a thousand tiny jolts of electricity flowed through her body, as he withdrew slowly and pushed back inside.
“Jared,” she gasped and arched up to meet him, her legs wrapping around his to pull him back to her. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
More in control of himself, Jared chuckled and rubbed his mouth against hers. “It feels better than good, baby. It feels amazing.” He groaned, his heart racing so hard he thought it would burst out of his chest. “You’re amazing, Millie.” His hands moved to cup her breasts, and he suckled on one taut peak, as he slid from her body and thrust back in. Her scalding heat enveloped him, and he growled against her nipple and nipped lightly at it.
Her response inflamed him, as her hands fisted into his hair to keep him at her breast. She thrust upward to meet each of his downward movements. She seemed to know what to do and moved in rhythm with him, no evidence of her inexperience in view. That was how it was between mates, how it would always be. Jared let out another groan and stroked into her body with a long, hard thrust. Her tightness massaged his aching cock, and his next thrust was a bit faster, a little harder, as he tried to climb inside her.
She was heat, fire and passion, and she was his. He staked his claim with hard, deliberate strokes, the word ‘mine’ echoing in his mind with every thrust. No one would ever take her from him. He would kill anyone who tried.
Millie thrust against Jared’s body, a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations rippling through her, as he staked his claim. How could anything feel so magical, so right? She cried out, when he thrust harder into her, her breath coming out in little pants, as she strove to meet him halfway. His mouth was on hers, hot and demanding, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in time with his body. It was sinful and wicked and such a turn on. She moaned loudly and pressed harder against him.
She almost wept with disappointment when his body left hers. She tried to make him come back to her, but he laughed huskily and flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her hands and knees, as he positioned himself back between her legs. He thrust forward hard, joining them once more. Millie cried out her pleasure, the new position allowing him fuller entry.
Jared appeared to be done with soft and gentle and moved onto hot, sweaty, and sinfully lustful. He gripped her hips hard and began to rock into her hard, pulling her back against him as he thrust into her. She screamed her pleasure again and began to rock backwards, feeling a hot tightening in her stomach, a deep intense need for him to quench the fire burning through her veins.
“Jared,” she groaned harshly. “I need…” She didn’t know what she needed, but he appeared to know. He wrapped his body around hers, one hand still on her hip, the other supporting his weight on the bed. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, as he increased his thrusts, giving her little time to think or breathe. She was just one mass of sensations, as he took her hard and fast.
The sensations inside her body were spiralling out of control. She was tensing, as she felt her orgasm approach. Her cries loud and lusty, as Jared moved yet again, sitting back on his heels, pulling her back up against his chest, as he held her tightly with one arm around her breasts, the other hand snaked in between her legs to tease her mercilessly.
“Fly for me, Millie. Take your pleasure.” His voice was a rasping sound, the timbre adding to and sending her over the edge to her release. Pleasure rolled over her in a hot tidal wave and she cried out, shuddering in his arms.
Millie’s climax pushed Jared over the edge and he roared his release, throwing his head back as he danced the ancient dance of love with his woman. Sex had always been a pleasurable activity but this was more than sex. He was joined with his mate, and that connection transcended anything he had ever experienced before. When they truly mated…nothing would be able to surpass the heights they would reach once Millie was finally his in every way possible.
It was hard to control his wolf who was urging him to bite her and claim her for them. His body wanted to react naturally, for his knot to form at the base of his cock to secure him to his mate and let his seed impregnate her. He fought both urges though, knowing Millie needed to know the truth and have time to come to terms with it before he could mark her as his and begin her transformation to becoming a Were.
Jared wrapped both arms around Millie and held her as tiny aftershocks of pure bliss streamed through them. He didn’t want to leave her warm body. He knew he had to, that she would be tender with it being her first time, but he wanted a few extra moments inside her before he had to move.
His mouth trailed over her collarbone, up her neck and along her jaw line, as she panted against him. Her glorious body, covered in a thin sheen of dampness, felt so soft and slick against him. He stroked her breast feeling her heart hammering underneath his hand. Jared turned her head, so he could kiss her slowly, and he ran his hands soothingly across her stomach, coaxing her down from her high. Reluctantly, he ended the kiss and gripped her hips, raising her slightly, so his softening cock could slip free.
Millie moaned when he left her. It felt slightly uncomfortable, but she was still sorry to feel him leave her. Being with Jared like this was the most amazing feeling ever, and she didn’t want it to end so soon. She felt him turn her body, until she was facing him, her legs on either side of his lap.
“Are you okay
, baby?” Jared asked, his voice tender as his lips whispered over hers.
She slowly opened her eyes to see him watching her face intently and smiled. She didn’t trust her voice at the moment, and waited for her heart to start slowing back to a normal pace. He kissed her, a long slow, gentle kiss full of love and tenderness, and she sighed softly into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck.
“Mine,” he whispered, roughly. “You will always be mine, Millie.”
She closed her eyes, so he couldn’t see her roll them at his possessive statement. He really was an arrogant ass, but he was her arrogant ass. He had said he was hers just as much as she was his. She didn’t know exactly what that meant, but she knew it was important somehow.
Jared settled them into her bed and pulled the covers around them. He had so much to tell her, so much to confess. He knew he had to do it, but he was afraid to. What if she couldn’t accept him? What if she was angry about Rafe, and his role in the big man’s death? What if she wasn’t prepared to give up her life here in the human world? He knew it wasn’t going to be easy telling her the truth. He was certain his mate would have plenty to say on the various issues, and if she reacted as angrily as she had just getting her into bed, then life was about to become exceedingly interesting.
CHAPTER fifteen
“Millie, for the love of God, will you please calm down?!” Jared yelled, as he ducked another flying saucepan and tried to work out the best way to get to his irate mate without allowing her to do him any bodily harm. He was dressed in just his jeans, the only thing he’d taken time to pull on as he chased her out of the bedroom.
He was mentally kicking himself. Maybe, he should have waited to tell her he was a wolf. Coming so soon after their first time together, it was probably too much for her to take in. He tried moving around to her right side, but she tracked him swiftly and another saucepan barely missed his head.