by Kele Moon
“He knows about it.” Jason sounded a little miserable. “He told me to lay on the charm.”
“Let me know how that works out.” Jazz snorted. “And this is not one you want to piss off. She attacked me for no reason.”
Jason turned his head and looked down at Brandi. “What happened?”
“He startled me.”
“No one here would hurt you.” He suddenly smiled. “You threw our second alpha, huh? That was brave. You touch most alphas and they’ll kill you for something like that.”
“He touched me first and instincts took over.”
Jason frowned and looked back to Jazz, while the alpha wolf pulled on the sweatpants and a T-shirt.
“She was having a panic attack,” Jazz explained. “I was trying to be nice and she had to go all ninja on my ass. I wasn’t expecting it from a human. Now I’m the one who has to deal with never living that down.”
Jason laughed.
Brandi smacked his back lightly. “Damn it, it’s not funny. They were being flirty and talking about biting me like I was something tasty.”
“It is funny.” Jason turned his head, grinning, and looked down at her. “You just don’t think so because it’s happening to you. If you weren’t so damn cute, the guys wouldn’t keep hitting on you.”
Brandi flipped him off.
Jason’s grin spread. “Trouble, Brandi. Pure trouble. Behave and come out from behind me. Don’t worry. I’ll stay close. You do look tasty, but I’ll keep the big bad wolves away.”
She released his belt loop and eased to the side of him. The four men were dressed. The blond eyed her grimly.
She backed into Jason again, and he assured her, “They aren’t going to hurt you. I was teasing. The only one who gets to bite you is me.” She glared up at him, but Jason didn’t seem fazed. “If you’re going to be glued to my side, at least help me grab a few beers. They’ve been scouting in fur since yesterday. You do not want to know what they’re surviving off of when they do that.”
She didn’t want to get close to the men, but helping Jason in the kitchen and gathering the beers to hand out at least kept her busy. Afterwards, Jason sat down at the table and pulled out the chair next to him. Brandi sat. She eyed the other four men at the table with her and Jason.
Jazz frowned at Brandi again and looked at Jason. “So what does Des want to do about this? She knows about us. If you fail at your charm plan—”
“She’s no threat to us, Jazz.” Jason’s good mood seemed to wane. “I’ll personally vouch for her, regardless of what happens. She took it like a champ. Hell, she’s handling it damn well right now, don’t you think?”
Jazz studied her once more, and then nodded. “She’s your responsibility. Not that you don’t already know that.”
“You know I don’t mind that responsibility. I’m happy to have it,” Jason said, sounding almost insulted. “It’s an honor, not a problem.”
Something about the way he said it made Brandi feel sort of warm inside, safe in a way she hadn’t in a long time, even if she was sitting at a big kitchen table with a bunch of strange Werewolves.
Then Jason laughed. “Sorry she flipped you on my floor.”
Jazz grinned. “She surprised me. I wasn’t expecting it.”
One of the four men laughed. “A human tossed Jazz. I can’t wait to tell everyone.”
Jazz turned and scowled at him. “What?”
His friend’s laugh died. “I won’t tell a soul.”
Jazz suddenly chuckled. “It’s fine, Jim. I was teasing. It was funny.”
Brandi opened her mouth. She wanted to tell them they were nuts. Jason caressed her thigh, and she looked to him.
“Behave. Whatever you were going to say, don’t unless it’s polite.”
She shut her mouth.
Jason grinned and winked at Jazz. “She’s feisty as hell.”
“Never a bad thing.” Jazz winced. “We need to stay here during the storm.”
“I know.” Jason nodded. “It’s not a problem.”
The front door banged open. Jason turned his head and inhaled, and then he sighed. “Full house tonight.”
“Desmon must have had other teams scouting for mudslides. I bet they’re taking shifts and they decided your place is the best resting point. Get out the sleeping bags, and if she doesn’t like to see naked men, you better bring down a pile of clothes or take her upstairs and keep her there.”
Jason reached over and put his hand over Brandi’s eyes. “Five more just came in, so close your eyes or you’re going to see more naked men. I’m going to go get more clothes.”
Brandi shut her eyes, tense and nervous all over again.
Jason hesitated before leaving. “You’re safe, Brandi.”
“You keep telling me that, and then I have to hit someone or flip them.”
Jason chuckled. “Right. Jazz, make sure no one touches her please. The knives are in here. I’d hate to get more blood on my floor tonight from her causing damage.”
****
Brandi was a little drunk. She had stopped playing quarters with the Werewolves after a few rounds. They were ganging up on her and she knew she’d be passed out cold by now if she hadn’t refused to play after they made her drink the equivalent of three beers. Jason stayed by her side so she felt safe.
The power had gone out, so they had to rely on candles and the fireplace for light. The storm outside was brutal. Eleven men total of Jason’s pack had shown up to spend the night inside and avoid the sheets of rain coming down. The wind battered the cabin. They were in the living room, sitting around the coffee table, and she watched the men going through all of Jason’s booze. The beer had gone first, then some bottles of wine he’d had stashed, and finally the hard stuff from his bar was on the table.
One of the men on the other side of Brandi suddenly reached over and brushed a finger down her arm. She jerked away from his touch.
Jason growled at the other man. “Don’t touch her.”
The man growled back.
Jason leaned over Brandi and grabbed the man’s borrowed T-shirt. “I said, don’t touch her. Stop drinking if you think you can take me because you’re being stupid.”
Jazz growled at both of them. “She’s off-limits, Ted.” He turned his gaze to Jason. “Maybe you should take her upstairs to your room. Some of us have drunk more than our share. She’s tempting.”
Jason nodded and released Ted. He stood up. “Come on, darlin’. Bedtime.”
Brandi let Jason haul her up by her hands. She was a little unsteady on her feet. He grinned down at her. “Lightweight.”
She smiled and took his hand when he offered it. He led her to the stairs. It was dark upstairs, but Jason seemed to see fine as he led her to his bedroom. Inside the door, he paused.
“Stand still. Let me turn down the bed.”
She released his hand. “Okay.”
Jason stepped away and she heard him moving in the room. She shivered. It was colder upstairs away from the fire. She wondered how chilly it would get in the winter upstairs. A hand touched her arm and she jumped.
Jason chuckled. “Relax. I shut the door. I even locked it. We’re the only ones in here. I can see, and trust me, it’s just us.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
Jason chuckled and tugged on her arm. “Do you have a preference on what side of the bed, because I’d prefer to sleep near the door so I can get up faster. We didn’t really discuss it last time. Just kind of passed out.”
She shrugged, feeling that nervous sort of tingle that rushed over her. It was so strong she wondered if she was still in heat. “Any side is fine with me.”
“I have to light my heater, but I haven’t done it. It’s too early in the year even though it doesn’t feel like it tonight. This storm wasn’t supposed to be this bad. You’ll have to rely on me to keep you warm.”
Brandi laughed, but still her neck felt hot and her stomach jolted with anticipation. She’d never wanted a man li
ke she did Jason. It was almost unnatural, her draw to him, but they had a house full of Werewolves.
They weren’t doing that with all of them downstairs.
“The bed is in front of you.” Jason guided her with his hand on her lower back. “Get in and be careful. Don’t crawl over too far and fall. I’ll take this side.”
She climbed up on the bed. “I wish I could see.”
He chuckled. “I can, and I like what I’m looking at.”
She flushed and climbed to the other side, enjoying Jason’s big, comfortable bed. She felt the mattress dip when Jason crawled into bed with her a good minute later. He tugged up covers, and then turned to face her as his arm went over her. He tucked her in, before he stretched out next to her and his bare leg brushed hers.
“You’re naked,” she accused him, and jerked her leg back because just feeling his skin against hers made her wet. Laughter came from downstairs. Brandi shut her eyes and whispered, “What are you doing? Aren’t you tired?”
“I always sleep in the buff,” he confessed, and she could almost hear the smile in his voice. “And you’re in my bed, darlin’. You know I’m not tired. I may never sleep again. You’re too much of a sexy distraction. How about a kiss goodnight for old times’ sake?”
Brandi turned her head. With the electricity still out, it made their hideaway in the woods pitch black. All she could do was feel. “What?”
He chuckled. “You heard me. Kiss me goodnight.”
“I know what Werewolf hearing is like. I’m not doing that with them downstairs.”
“The storm is too loud for them to hear. Kiss me. Just once. I promise I’ll behave.”
“I doubt you’ll behave. You’re very naked.”
“You’re not. Unfortunately.” He ran a hand over her thigh, and then slipped it beneath the shirt to grasp her hip “Face me.”
She slowly turned. “I can’t see a damn thing.”
“Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.” His hand brushed her cheek. “At least not hard.”
“That’s a joke, right? Because I have proof you do bite hard.”
Jason chuckled.
“Jason?”
“Relax.” He was closer and she felt his breath on her face.
She shut her eyes and tried to relax. His mouth brushed hers gently. His touch was feather-light across her lips with his.
“See? That was innocent enough.”
She arched her eyebrows. “That’s your idea of a kiss? Ja—”
He captured her lips once more before she could finish and there was nothing gentle about this one. She gasped from the adrenaline shot of lust as his tongue explored her mouth. He slid his fingers into her hair, and then wrapped them around her nape. He shifted on the bed, moving closer as his mouth claimed hers.
The man could kiss. No wonder she kept getting into trouble where he was concerned. It was the only reasonable thought that entered her mind as she reached out and flattened her palms against his hard chest. His skin was firm and hot. She couldn’t resist touching him, caressing him. Jason growled softly into her mouth, but like the night before, it didn’t scare her. Not anymore. It turned her on. There was something wild about Jason that had her always wanting to get closer.
She pressed herself against him to feel the brush of his hard cock against her hip and moaned into his mouth. He let go of her nape to teasingly run his hand over her shoulder and down to her wrist. Then he let his arm slide under the covers, and was touching her thigh once more. Jason pushed up the shirt she was wearing so he was rubbing her hip. He grabbed her ass with one large hand, squeezed, and pulled her closer to his body.
Brandi felt his large erection trapped against her lower stomach. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around Jason’s thigh on instinct, needing to be closer. She was still touching his thick, muscular chest before she slid one hand lower between their bodies.
Jason’s mouth tore away from hers. They were both breathing hard. “Let me,” he rasped into the inky darkness.
She opened her eyes, wishing she could see his face. “Let you what?”
When he moved away from her, Brandi wanted to protest. The comforter and sheet were torn from her body. Still blind as a bat, she jumped when he grabbed both her legs. She tensed for a second as Jason brushed his hands over the tops of her thighs and went higher. He gripped the boxer briefs she’d slipped on earlier over her panties when the house filled with Werewolves. He tugged them down, taking her panties with them.
“Lift your ass,” he said softly. “I want to taste you again.”
She shivered from memories of the first time, and lifted her hips. Jason tossed aside her clothes, and then gripped her knees. He was always so unbelievably strong, and he maneuvered her body easily. He pushed her knees up almost to her chest, spreading her thighs wide.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he whispered. “Stay just like that. Grip your knees for me.”
Brandi only hesitated a second or two, then she did as he asked, figuring embarrassment had died the night before. She jumped when Jason’s hot mouth brushed the inside of her thigh. She shut her eyes and took a shaky breath as the tease of it made her tingle.
“That’s it, darlin’. Stay open for me and keep real quiet, okay? Can you do that?”
She nodded her head, knowing he could still see her in the darkness. “Okay.”
He chuckled and his mouth brushed her other thigh. His hands left her before she felt him spread her wide open with his thumbs. She tensed a little, and then relaxed. She wanted Jason one more time. She wanted him to touch her again. He was unlike any man she’d ever met—in so many ways. He turned into a wolf. That should terrify her, but when it was Jason, it was somehow okay. A sigh escaped her lips, and then a moan followed as Jason swiped his tongue over the full length of her pussy.
“So good,” he growled softly. And reminded her, “Keep nice and quiet for me.”
He came back at her fiercely. His mouth was hot and dominating as he licked her. His lips closed over her. He entered her with his tongue, pushing inside. The sudden and unexpected entry made her moan and throw her head back. Then he licked upwards, finding her clit. He used his strong tongue there, holding her open with his thumbs for maximum sensation.
Brandi thrashed her head and bit her lip to keep from crying out as Jason teased and tormented her. His teeth brushed her and she whimpered from the overwhelming pleasure. It didn’t hurt. It felt incredible.
His mouth suddenly closed over her clit again and he sucked, using his tongue to flick her fast and strong. Broccoli
Brandi gritted her teeth. Her stomach clenched. She couldn’t take it. Her body bowed and she released her knees. She slapped her hand over her mouth and cried out into her hand as she climaxed hard. The bliss tore through her as her body jerked violently and her legs wanted to clamp together. She couldn’t close them though because Jason had suddenly gripped the insides of her thighs, holding them wide open as she climaxed. He forced her to stay completely exposed to him and she loved it more than she wanted to admit.
He tore his mouth away from her and growled softly, making him seem every bit the predator. In seconds he climbed over her, using his hips to force her thighs wider, and pinned her under him with his broad, muscular body. He grabbed her hand that was still locked over her mouth and yanked it away before he captured her lips with his.
She moaned loudly into his mouth as he entered her. He was so thick it made every nerve ending inside her come alive with ecstasy. Steel-hard, he slowly pushed in while spasms still gripped Brandi from her first orgasm.
She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in because Jason felt so large in her as he pushed deeper and deeper, until it was hard to know where she ended and he began. He groaned into her mouth and held still, locked deep and tight in Brandi as her muscles clenched and unclenched.
He was shaking too, making it obvious he was overwhelmed with her. Then Jason withdrew and drove back into her. The sensation mad
e her gasp against his lips. She tried to tear her mouth from his, but Jason’s hands were suddenly tight in her hair, holding her head immobile as he claimed her mouth with his tongue. He swallowed every moan as he moved on her, in her, riding Brandi fast and hard. She wasn’t sure she could survive; it felt so good that it almost hurt.
All she could do was lock her legs around his driving hips and hold on. She could feel every hard inch of him as he pounded into her. Then her body tensed again and she screamed into his mouth as she climaxed once more. Pleasure ripped through her as Jason went taut over her. He growled and she felt his chest vibrate with the low, primitive sound. His hips jerked against hers in tight thrusts. Then she could feel the warmth of his cum as he started swelling inside her, dragging out the gratification of her orgasm for what felt like forever just as he had the night before.
Jason used his arms to keep his upper body weight from crushing her. His mouth left hers. They were both panting. Little pulses of pleasure continued to ricochet through her body, and Brandi realized her nails were still digging into his back. She released him but kept her eyes shut. She wasn’t sure she had the strength or the will to open them anyway. Jason kissed her neck and turned his head, nuzzling her face with his.
“Damn, darlin’,” he rasped. “I will never get sick of that.”
She stayed wrapped around his large, powerful body, both of them sweaty and sticky as they lay there skin against skin. Brandi wasn’t cold anymore, instead she felt warm, cozy and content. She smiled, thinking Jason had turned her into melted goo under him.
Jason brushed another kiss on her neck. “You okay?”
“Way better than okay.”
He chuckled. “I think my nuts turned inside out.”
Brandi grinned. “Inside out, huh? Is that a compliment?”
“I never came so damn hard in my life. It only feels like this with you, and that’s not bullshit.”
“I know. Me either. Something about you makes it really good. Straight sex never did it for me before this happened between us.”
“Straight sex? You sleep with girls?” Jason sounded shocked.