Claimed (Nightwind Pack Book 1)

by Kele Moon

  “God,” she panted, her thighs still shaking. “I think I needed that. I’ve had the worst day ever until you. Thank you.”

  The idea of how differently this day could’ve ended made Jason tense with fury. He wished he could go back and kill those wolves who’d hunted her all over again. He thought about the other two still out there somewhere and he couldn’t hide the low, furious growl.

  She tugged his hair, forcing him to look up at her, and Jason said, “I’m thinking of the ones who hurt you,” rather than admit he was plotting the long, agonizing death of the ones still left. “You make me feel protective.”

  “That makes sense,” she whispered as she stroked the damp strands of hair off his forehead and looked at him. “Since I feel very protected when I’m around you. That was amazing.”

  It was likely Brandi didn’t know how deeply her words were going to resonate with the wolf in him. A bitch wouldn’t just let a male assert the right to protect her, not when wolves were as territorial as they were, and it felt like the final nail in the coffin.

  Jason lost the tight hold he had on his carnal side as he leaned down and kissed her, hard, forgetting she was human as he took advantage of her gasp of surprise. He pushed his tongue past her parted lips, tasting her, savoring the way she became languid under him. Brandi let him take her mouth like he wanted to take her body, wholly, on the razor’s edge of rough as he grabbed her ass and forced her tightly against him.

  It made them both mindless. He ripped at the button to his jeans as the scent of female pheromones nearly choked the air out of the room. He wanted to feel her bare skin against his. When he finally kicked off his jeans, she wrapped her legs around him, every bit as greedy as Jason.

  It was too much to resist. The tight-hold Jason had on the wolf sprang free and he took her with one hard thrust—wild and possessive—the way he would take a bitch instead of his soft and kind Brandi. It was driven all the more by the way she moaned and arched into him, surrendering to the pleasure, smelling like lust as she wrapped her arms around his back and held on to him.

  She rode out the passion with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, until they were both sweaty and primal. Their lips brushed in hard, breathless kisses. She swallowed his low grunts and growls as the ecstasy started washing over Jason to the point he lost all control of his urges.

  Maybe that’s why he mated her.

  His climax was a few shallow thrusts away, leaving him so animalistic he didn’t stop to think before he let his fangs grow long and partially shifted while inside her. He bit her without thought, and he wasn’t gentle either. He sank his teeth in deep, right at the tender spot in the curve of her neck.

  If he hurt her, he couldn’t tell, because the bliss of their bonding was all-consuming. Her nails were sharp in his shoulders as she gave in to the pleasure and climaxed beneath him.

  She peaked so hard he could feel her pussy clutching at his dick as he took her over and over again, until he had no choice but to follow her. He came violently, and grabbed her ass, holding her tighter against him when his dick pulsed and swelled inside her.

  She gasped and shuddered beneath him while he shifted back. The change had been subtle, his fangs, a little more hair, and he knew she didn’t notice. His body was shuddering from the pleasure. He couldn’t talk. He could barely ease the tight hold his teeth had on her neck. When he did, he licked the wound and pressed fervent kisses against her shoulder because the bliss was still vibrant for both of them.

  “God, Jason, that feels good.” She sighed and ran her fingers over his sweaty shoulders. Her pussy clenched around his dick, making it obvious it was the way he swelled inside her that she was enjoying. “It makes it last and last. I’ve never felt anything like that. I just kept coming and coming.”

  It took several long minutes before he could pull out of her, and during that time, she became lax beneath him, stroking her hands down the length of his back in a way that could become addicting. He liked the way Brandi petted him and he wanted to lay there all night enjoying it.

  Unfortunately, reality smacked him in the face and the icy dread nearly choked the breath out of Jason’s chest.

  “Are you okay?” Brandi asked when he stiffened from the fear. He rolled away from her rather than answer. She sat up and ran her hand down his back once more in that addicting way he liked so much. “Jason?”

  He forced himself to breathe, knowing he didn’t want to have this discussion when she was in the height of a heat. He turned back to her, seeing that she still had blood on her shoulder, running down the curve of her left tit, and on instinct he found himself leaning into her and licking the stain clean. He sucked on her nipple, still puckered and tight with arousal, and then moved up to her shoulder.

  She fell back against the bed, and he crawled over her, needing to be close. He used his thumb to caress her bottom lip before he leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t the same hard, bruising kiss from earlier. It was a little more loving, and Brandi opened to him as she had before, letting him slip his tongue past her lips and savor her.

  When they finally parted for air she was panting, smelling of lust once more, and he just gave in and buried his face in her neck. He licked the wound before he kissed the tender spot, feeding her need until she was the one wrapping her thighs around him, forcing him in, begging breathlessly, “Just once more.”

  So Jason took her rather than think about the fact that he had just mated Brandi, tying her to him for life—without her knowing it.

  Chapter Seven

  Brandi couldn’t stop wanting Jason.

  The need didn’t give in to exhaustion like it normally would. It calmed for a bit, and then built once again until she found herself under Jason, her nails dragging down his back as she arched and climaxed more violently than she had in her entire life.

  That wasn’t even the craziest part.

  She couldn’t seem to stop touching him, craving him near and feeling bereft when he left. Like when one of them snuck off to the bathroom or the time he went downstairs to get them a snack. Each time felt like an eternity. Even as the streaks of early morning pink filtered in through the window, she wanted him close.

  She was probably losing her mind, but there were worse ways for it to go.

  When Brandi decided on a desperately needed shower, Jason followed, and she was glad to let him. It seemed like Jason hated the separation as much as she did.

  So that’s how she ended up in his small shower, with Jason’s big, strong body taking up most of the space. Neither of them minded. Instead, Brandi moaned when Jason wrapped his arms around her from behind and buried his face in the curve of her neck. The scent of soap was still heavy in the air, mixing with the overwhelming aroma of male lust.

  She wasn’t even sure how she knew it was Jason’s desire she smelled, but she did, and she loved it more than anything in the world. She grabbed his wrists, admiring how thick they were, and held him closer as she said, “Touch me. Just one more time.”

  “Every time is just one more time,” he chuckled against the shell of her ear. “Greedy.”

  “I’m sorry,” she panted. “I just can’t stop wanting you.”

  “Never apologize for that.” He moved his lips down to the curve of her neck and licked the small wound he’d caused with his teeth their first time. “I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”

  He kept kissing her neck as he slid his hands lower, caressing her stomach before clutching her hip. It seemed like a million years ago that she thought to be ashamed of her body in front of this man, but it’d only been one night.

  One incredible, magical night that she wanted to last forever.

  When he slid his fingers between the folds of her pussy, she spread her legs for him and tossed her head back against his shoulder. He growled in that low, possessive way that made her nipples tighten.

  It was so easy to surrender to him.

  Too easy.

  Right then, she
didn’t care about how bold she was being for this Werewolf. Brandi placed her arms against the shower wall and let him hold her and finger-fuck her until her low moans resonated over the hum of the water hitting the shower tiles.

  “Come for me, darlin’,” he demanded against the sensitive skin of her neck, his voice low and dominant. “When I want to hear you, you let me hear you, don’t you?”

  Damn if she didn’t do what he told her to.

  She came hard, letting herself be loud because she knew he wanted to hear it. It felt good to scream like that, to give in to the pleasure rushing over her and not hold back.

  Brandi was still vibrating from her orgasm when he turned her around. Jason lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands were shaking, making it obvious his control was slipping.

  “I need inside you,” he grunted, his hard cock sliding against her opening. “Just one more time, okay?”

  She nodded, and dipped her head to hide her smile from just how closely his words mirrored hers. She curled around him, arms tight on his broad shoulders, feet hooked together at the small of his back, and she trusted him completely not to drop her when the thick head of his cock breached her.

  She gasped from the feeling, so full, the bliss seemed to swallow her whole. He pushed in deeper, warm and decadent, pulling her down until all she could feel was Jason.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted as he bottomed out in her, and just held them both there like he was savoring it. “Best I ever felt in my life. No lie, the fucking best.”

  “Yeah?” She pulled back to look at him, knowing she was making herself vulnerable as she whispered, “I don’t believe it.”

  “Yes, you do.” He smiled, as if the statement was ridiculous. Then he pulled out halfway and thrust in, hard, making her gasp again. “You know we’re amazing together.”

  She hid her face in that safe space between his neck and shoulder rather than respond. Her feelings were suddenly all over the place. It was easier just to feel him and stop thinking about the rest. His strokes were shallow, the friction of it over and over again making the pleasure burn brighter, but it was teasing too. Brandi was tired of being teased. She dug her nails into his shoulder, letting him know she needed more, wanted it hard and fast like the times before.

  She was on the edge of begging when he bit her shoulder lightly and growled, “Tell me.”

  “Tell you what?” she gasped when he took her a little harder. Then she pushed her hips back against his in a silent plea for more. “God, what do you want to hear?”

  “I want to hear it’s the best. That we’re the best. I want you to admit it doesn’t get any fucking better than it is right now.”

  Brandi understood now why Jason had smiled earlier at her show of insecurity when she hadn’t believed him. Without a doubt, this was the most incredible sex she had ever had in her life—by a long shot.

  There’s no way it could get any better, so she said, “It’s the best,” and then bit at his neck, not knowing why she wanted to break the skin with her teeth. “It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

  She did it then, bit him hard enough to taste the copper tang of blood against her tongue. Why did he taste so good? Why did she like it? She was struck with the urge to taste him over and over again.

  Luckily, Jason didn’t seem to mind.

  His growl was undeniable as he started thrusting harder, faster, deeper, leaving her breathless and moaning. She was tinkering right on the edge, anxious to fall over. She was clawing at his back in her desperation when he returned the favor and bit her back, sinking his teeth in deep, and like before, the electric shock of pleasure shattered her. The ecstasy was white-hot, searing through her, stealing her breath, and from somewhere that seemed very far away, she heard a shout of female pleasure she vaguely recognized as her own.

  It was that all-encompassing.

  Jason followed her, thrusting hard one last time before he stiffened. She could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her, locking them together and extending their orgasms for what seemed like forever.

  It took a long time for Brandi to feel as though she was coming back to earth, but she started to notice for the first time how heavy her arms and legs felt. As if the lust fueled rollercoaster ride she’d been on since Jason accidently put her into heat was slowly pulling into the station.

  “God,” she whispered against his skin, licking his neck once because she couldn’t resist and finding it salty with a fresh sheen of sweat. “Sleepy.”

  “I bet.” He traced his fingers up the line of her spine in a gentle caress. “I think we finally exhausted that heat of yours.”

  “Yeah,” she agreed softly.

  It was all she could think to say. She didn’t realize how much raw adrenaline was pumping through her until it all fell out of her at once. She couldn’t keep her eyes open if she tried. Brandi just cuddled against Jason, with him still inside her, all warm and still pulsing a little.

  Brandi never felt him pull out.

  She fell asleep instead.

  ****

  Brandi stayed asleep as Jason carried her out of the shower, and took the time to dry her dewy skin and tuck her under the covers. Then he sat next to her on his bed, admiring the way she looked there.

  He’d heard about matings and the overwhelming feelings they could cause, even if they happened unexpectedly between two strangers, but he hadn’t anticipated it being this strong. Looking at this fragile woman in his bed was almost terrifying, because he realized what he would turn into if something happened to her.

  A murderous demon, like something out of a horror movie.

  He stroked her wet, curly hair away from her face, admiring her beautiful features. They had to do something more to protect her. To make her less delicate. He could turn her, but he knew that was something they would have to deal with much later. That was if she didn’t freak out and leave him when she found out he’d bound them together without her permission.

  He hadn’t meant for it to happen. He honestly didn’t need the complication, especially after he’d spent a lifetime dealing with repressed anger at humans after his father left.

  The bastard could’ve stayed.

  Jason’s mother could’ve changed him into a wolf, but his father’s pride got in the way. He couldn’t deal with the other males in the pack being more powerful and intimidating than him. His father may never have been as strong as other Werewolves if Jason’s mother changed him, but it would’ve been enough for his father to survive. Their pack had been wild and primitive back in those days before Desmon and Jazz took over, but many would’ve accepted him. They had others who’d been born human and turned later. Not every wolf was supposed to be an enforcer like Jason. They had tradesmen. Plumbers. Electricians. Subcontractors who went off to college with the humans and learned what they needed to help their pack. They had wolves who helped Desmon with taxes instead of guard the borders like Jason.

  Instead his father left, and Jason had a lifetime of fury built up in regards to humans, but he still couldn’t regret mating Brandi. Something about her struck such a deep cord in him. The only thing he found himself doing as he sat there, still caressing the wet hair at her temples, was plotting ways to keep her exactly where she was now, in the cabin, in his bed, content and sated from too much sex.

  His whole world had just been turned upside down by this soft, gorgeous human, because keeping her suddenly became the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

  Jason’s body was still wound tight, not so much with desire, though Brandi still smelled warm and tempting. Instead it was the fierce protectiveness that came from knowing she would likely want to leave when she woke up.

  Jason crawled under the covers and stretched out next to her. Then he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him and draping his thigh over hers. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, sleeping with her the way wolves might sleep out in the wild. Using each other for warmth. Cuddli
ng and taking comfort from his pack, because in that moment, Brandi became his new pack. The only pack that truly mattered to him—a pack of two, even if she didn’t know it.

  He was loyal to Nightwind. He’d fight for them. Bleed for them. They were his family, but he wouldn’t just die for Brandi. He’d die painfully, a hundred times over if he had to. Even though he’d just met her, she was his mate now, and a mate trumped loyalty over a wolf’s pack—every single time.

  Chapter Eight

  It was still storming when Brandi woke up.

  Her head was throbbing with the start of a headache. It wasn’t helped by the low thump, thump, thump echoing from somewhere far away. The harder she tried to ignore it, the louder it got.

  Jason let out a low growl that was more wolf-like than human and rolled over as he grunted, “Coming.”

  Brandi was still fighting to wake up, but she knew it was likely a werewolf knocking at the bedroom door. Apparently, Jason had an open-door policy with his cabin. Her body tensed with fear, but Jason didn’t seem as concerned. He rolled out of bed, completely naked, showing off his firm, rounded ass as he stretched and rubbed at the back of his neck.

  The door rattled again.

  It was going to be amazing if the frame wasn’t cracked. Werewolves, it seemed, didn’t knock like humans, but at least this one was knocking. Last night, Paul the would-be Werewolf rapist just walked in as if he owned the place.

  The pounding kept on and Jason shouted, “Okay!”

  Again the knocking stopped for about a minute while Jason pulled on his jeans, bitching under his breath, but whoever it was didn’t have much patience.