Jackson's Rise

by Tielle St Clare

She opened her mouth to ask Jackson if he wanted this to continue. He shook his head, stopping her question.

  “It’s okay, baby,” he said, the gravelly voice barely audible. “Let him have you.”

  Reign looked over his shoulder, glancing at Jackson before turning back to her. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” He slid his fingers between her knees and pressed them outward, opening her thighs. Pulling her gaze away from Jackson, she stared at Reign and found herself locked in his eyes. His hands stroked the insides of her thighs, soothing and seducing with each caress. He pushed closer, never touching her pussy but teasing her upper thighs. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Chapter Nine

  Dani couldn’t resist one more glance at Jackson. His eyes glowed but he nodded, giving her permission.

  She took a deep breath and relaxed back, letting her knees fall open and her head drop back on the bed.

  Reign murmured nonsense words as he lowered himself to the side of the bed, leaning and spreading her pussy lips with his hot fingers, baring her for his tongue. A kitten’s purr rumbled from his throat as he lapped at her cunt, like a cat tasting the sweetest cream. She didn’t know how he made that sound but every time he did, she felt it, on her pussy lips, in her core. It made her want more, need more.

  “Come for me again,” he whispered, barely taking his lips from her skin. “Let me taste your sweet cream, kitten.”

  She wanted to tell him she couldn’t, that it was too soon for her to come again, but the hot swirl of his tongue on her clit, teasing the sensitive flesh sent a shot of renewed need into her pussy. Maybe she could…

  He kissed her clit, rewarding her for her reaction, then returned to the luscious long strokes of his tongue. He took his time, not driving her toward some hard orgasm, as if he was tasting her to please himself. His purrs and whispers tantalized her flesh and she couldn’t hold still. She rocked her hips up, seeking more, needing him…but this time he held back, tasting her as his pleasure, until she was begging, pleading for him to let her come.

  “Please, Reign, let me…” Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, low and sexual.

  He lifted his eyes, watching her as he floated another caress across her clit. She cried out. So close. She wanted to beg him to do it again but her voice was gone.

  “I’m going to lick this pretty cunt, kitten, until you scream and cream in my mouth.”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Then I’m going to come on those beautiful tits. Mark you so every male knows that I belong between your thighs.”

  Her nipples tightened as he growled.

  “That’s it, kitten. I know you want this.”

  “Please!”

  He dipped his head and gave one long wicked stroke of his tongue, as if he wanted one last taste. His lips slipped over her clit, rhythmic sucking that compelled her hips to move, to rock with him. God, it was so good but she needed more. She needed…

  As if he heard her thoughts, two fingers pushed hard into her passage. She groaned and punched her hips up, meeting his thrusts. He fucked her with his fingers, timing each stroke with the sweet suction of his lips until she couldn’t fight it any longer, until the need to come overtook her senses. He tickled her clit with his tongue and sent her flying.

  Her scream caught in her throat as another shocking wave flowed from her pussy and washed into her limbs draining them of strength, energy.

  An animalistic roar, like a giant jungle cat, echoed through her sensation-clouded mind. Pressure compressed her chest and she opened her eyes. Reign knelt over her, his knees straddling her ribs, his cock, hard and deep purple, cupped in his hand.

  “You taste so good, kitten, I’m ready to come just from licking you.” He stroked he fist up and down his shaft.

  Yes. She reached up and placed her hand on his cock, curling her fingers around the part he couldn’t reach.

  “Oh, Dani, that’s too sweet. Damn, kitten, I need to fuck you.”

  “Yes.” Her moaned agreement ignited his climax. Hot streams of cum splattered across her breasts. He pumped his hand hard, drawing out the last traces.

  He reached out, placing his palm on her chest and rubbing his cum into her skin. The slow sensual caress was like nothing she’d ever felt before. He was right…she was marked. Claimed.

  Reign shifted, sliding down her body, bending until his mouth hovered over hers. The scent of her pussy surrounded him and she smiled knowing that she’d marked him as well.

  “Thank you,” he whispered against her lips.

  A low, dangerous growl shattered the seductive energy of the room. Dani felt her eyes pop open and she looked up at Reign. Tension ripped through his body, the warning inherent in the animal sound.

  Slowly, as if Reign didn’t want to startle whatever was making the noise, he rolled off her. His scent still clung to her skin but there was nothing to be done about that.

  Blinking, she looked toward the door, knowing that Jackson was somehow making that foreign noise. She gasped as she saw him. The low light in the room made his eyes glow red. His lips were peeled back from his teeth—teeth that looked strange, almost like an animal’s. His fingers gripped the drywall as if he held himself still by the sheer strength of his fingertips.

  His glowing eyes zeroed in on her pussy. Protective instincts came to life and she closed her legs. The growling grew louder and she thought she heard the tear of wallpaper.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Reign whispered. “He probably won’t hurt you but hiding from him is just going to piss the animal off.”

  She wanted to ask what Reign meant but knew now was not the time. Taking his advice, she spread her thighs, opening herself.

  Still Jackson didn’t move, didn’t release the violence that gripped his body. He licked his lips, as if imagining the taste of her flesh but somehow she didn’t think he was interested in a slow tongue fuck.

  “Jackson?”

  His head snapped up and canted to the side, staring at her as if he didn’t recognize his own name. Something had a hold of her lover.

  Moving with a sexual instinct she didn’t understand, she rolled away from Reign, not going far, but just enough, turning onto her stomach. She raised her hips and separated her knees, offering herself to Jackson.

  She glanced over her shoulder. He didn’t move, frozen, his chest rising and falling in tight breaths. She arched back and lowered her head into her arms.

  “Fuck me, Jackson,” she whispered. “Please, fuck me.” Hunger poured from him but still he didn’t move. Not sure if she was tempting the beast or soothing it, she slipped one hand between legs, spreading her pussy lips, opening her cunt to him. “Please. I need you. Come inside me.”

  His growl vibrated the pictures on the wall and she heard the sound of material tearing—not a zipper opening but actual cloth ripping. Hot strong fingers gripped her hips and she had only a moment warning before he thrust into her—hard, deep, his cock stretched long, almost too much. She cried out and buried her face in the blanket, biting the thick material to hold back her whimper. The heavy penetration shook her body but God, she didn’t want it to stop.

  He pulled out and slammed back in, each stroke claiming and marking her pussy. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her.

  “Dani, is he hurting you?” Reign’s question barely made it through the sensations surrounding her. She shook her head.

  “No. Good. Feels good.”

  It was such a weak word for what was happening to her body. He kept on, hard and deep, like her body was designed for his cock. Her cunt fluttered, tightening as he filled her again. The shock turned her groan to a gasp and she heard Jackson scream, the wicked pulses of her climax massaging his shaft.

  He moved, leaning over her, his hips still pistoning into hers, as if he couldn’t stop the motion. His teeth scraped her shoulder, sharp, almost painful. She waited, somehow knowing what would follow.

  “No!”

  Reign
’s sharp cry snapped Jackson’s head back and he growled, fury lancing his chest that someone, something would dare interfere.

  A hard brisk smack on his cheek followed.

  “No biting. Not tonight.”

  The command in Reign’s voice reached into Jackson and yanked his conscious to the surface. He looked down. Dani was bent before him, his cock buried deep in her cunt. The hot compelling scent of her pussy filled his nose. He blinked, coming back to himself. His teeth were stretched long, taking the wolf form.

  With a deep breath, he willed his incisors to retract. As his heart calmed, his memory returned. He’d been fucking Dani—hard, pounding into her.

  He groaned and started to pull out, horrified that he might have hurt her. All he could remember was the need to claim her, to blend his scent with Reign’s on her skin. To spill inside her pussy. Fuck, he wasn’t wearing a condom. He’d never fucked a woman without a condom before. It was too dangerous.

  His cock slipped out of her passage until only the head was still inside. He ground his front teeth together and willed himself to pull out, but fuck, the heat was incredible, the sleek grip of her walls, soft against his cock. His hips rocked forward, his body fighting the mental commands to withdraw. Clamping down on the wolf that howled in his brain and the furious demands of his cock, he placed his hand on her hip and eased back.

  “No.” Her moan was soft and low. “Don’t leave me.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

  “Not hurt. Good. So good.” She dug her fingers into the blankets and lifted her ass, pressing back, sliding him into her. Her cunt eased for him, practically begging him to push inside while honor demanded that he pull back. “Fuck me, Jackson. Please, I need you.”

  Her plea was too much to resist and the sweet sound clouded his mind. He thrust forward, controlling the power just a little more. She moaned and pushed back, sending him deeper. Damn, she wanted to be fucked. Hard.

  He looked up. Reign watched, the tension in him melting away, his hand wrapped around his cock, long, lazy strokes that called to Jackson to match.

  “Ride her, Jax. She wants that cock of yours.”

  The words curled around Jackson’s dick and he sank into her pussy, groaning as the slick heat fully penetrated his senses. Damn, he was naked inside her. He had to pull out. He couldn’t come inside her. The dangers were too high. They’d be bound together if he came inside her. It would be painful for her if he didn’t fuck her again, and again.

  But as he eased his dick back along the soft sexual path of her passage, he couldn’t remember why that was a bad idea.

  Natural instincts won and he thrust back into her, groaning as she gripped him so sweetly.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Reign encouraged. “Let her feel it.”

  Dani moaned and pressed back, taking him hard and deep. Her cunt eased for him, slick and wet. Damn, she was perfect. Every time he penetrated her, she met him, slamming her ass back against him.

  A long high feminine cry filled the room as her pussy contracted, massaging his cock. More, he wanted more. Needed to feel that again.

  His hips pounded against her ass. He was about to climax but he wanted her to come one more time, feel the delicate squeeze to his cock before he pulled out.

  “Help me,” he said to Reign, half command, half plea. He gritted his teeth together, fighting the urge to spill inside her. “Help me make her come.”

  Reign’s eyes flashed and he rolled over, stretching out beside Dani. He slid his arm beneath her body, his fingers sliding between her legs. Her whimper wove through his chest, wrapping around his heart and drawing him closer as Reign stroked her, his fingers brushing Jackson’s cock as he plowed through the tight flesh of Dani’s cunt. The blankets muffled her cry as wicked contractions of her pussy rippled down Jackson’s cock, squeezing and pulsing.

  Years of self-preservation and lectures from his father and older brother had ingrained themselves into his muscles and he yanked back, pulling his cock from the warmth of her cunt. The wolf in his head screamed its displeasure but it was too late. He came, his cum splattering across her ass. His shout tore through room.

  He looked down and saw his seed on her back. His wolf didn’t like that he’d been denied coming inside her but seeing his cum marking her…the wolf howled. Jackson smoothed his hand across her back, smearing his semen into her skin, adding his scent to Reign’s.

  The three scents blended perfectly, a mixture of sweet and spice. Jackson closed his eyes and licked his lips, wanting their tastes on his tongue.

  * * * * *

  Dani slid off the end of the bed and stood. Her legs wobbled and the world swooped and spun for a moment. Instantly, two male bodies surrounded her, caging her, supporting her. She blinked and looked up into Reign’s concerned eyes. “Are you okay?”

  She flashed a weak smile. “A little dizzy. Lightheaded I guess.” He didn’t smile back so she did the next best thing. She kissed him. “I’m fine.” With Jackson behind her, she slipped between their bodies but the need to taste him, to offer what she’d given to Reign was strong. She placed a lingering kiss on his lips then forced herself to walk away.

  The room smelled like sex, the scent surrounding her.

  “You can jump in the shower,” Reign said.

  A shower sounded good. She was a little sticky. “Won’t that kind of defeat the purpose?”

  “You can rinse off.” Reign winked. “Just no soap.”

  She nodded. The two men stood side by side, watching her. Jackson shifted, dragging his shirt down to cover his still hard cock. His gaze jumped from her to Reign and back. Reign’s jaw tensed and he folded his arms over his bare chest. The sexual atmosphere in the room took on a masculine flavor. This wasn’t lust directed at her.

  “Are you two okay?”

  Reign nodded. “Fine. We just need to do a couple more things before we’re ready to go.” He looked at Jackson, his lips compressing at the edges. Jackson nodded as well but he looked away before Dani could read his eyes. “Go take your shower. This won’t take long.”

  Felling a little like she was throwing Jackson to the wolves, she turned and walked into the bathroom. This whole evening verged on the completely weird and she needed a few minutes on her own.

  Closing the door behind her, she looked into the mirror and tried to catch her breath. The image before her did nothing to calm her pounding heart. Her cheeks were flushed red and her lips swollen. She looked like a woman who’d been fucked—long and hard. She locked her elbows and leaned on the bathroom counter, giving her trembling knees extra support. Despite the blatantly sexual aspect of her job, she’d never lived the wild exotic life people associated with Vegas showgirls.

  Until tonight. Two men. She rubbed her hand across her stomach. The dried traces of Reign’s cum lingered. Despite the fact that she was going rinse off, she felt as if she’d been well and truly marked by him. And by Jackson. Even once the traces of semen were washed away, she’d feel the imprint on her soul.

  Low voices rumbled through the door and spurred her to action. She didn’t know how long she had and she wanted this shower, needed a few moments to herself. She started the water and climbed under the stinging spray, letting the water cascade across her skin. Her nipples—rarely sensitive—puckered as the sharp droplets fell across her breasts.

  She didn’t linger—something inside her didn’t want to erase the traces of these men from her body. She killed the water and let the air swirl around her. Even that shadowy caress made her body ache for more.

  A crash followed by a grunt and a series of heavy thuds which Dani recognized as her books hitting the floor stopped her thoughts cold.

  Dani wrapped a short robe around her and hurried from the bathroom.

  Reign and Jackson faced off in her bedroom, practically growling at each other. A bottle of lube lay on floor between them, an obvious casualty of their battle. Her neatly stacked hardcovers were mangled in a huge pile.

 
; “What’s going on?”

  For a long time, neither man moved. The strain in his body didn’t change but finally Reign straightened.

  “Wolf-boy has changed his mind.”

  “You said you’d mark me,” Jackson snarled.

  “I said you had to become my lover. That means I fuck you.” He folded his arms across his massive chest—a look that could have been described as casual if Dani hadn’t seen each muscle pulled tight. “So if you want in on this, bend over and spread—”

  He never got a chance to finish his sentence. Jackson’s growl filled the room seconds before he launched himself across the small space separating them. He hit Reign hard in the chest and both men went down. Dani screamed and jumped out of the way as they rolled toward her. They crashed into the foot of the bed but neither man seemed to even notice.

  “Stop it.” Feeling like a schoolteacher, she clapped her hands together. Neither man reacted. “If either of you ever wants to fuck me again, you’ll stop this now.”

  That the boys heard.

  They both froze. Looked at her. Then back at each other.

  Great, they had a unifying desire—fucking her. It might have thrilled her if she hadn’t had to use the threat to stop them from killing each other.

  “Get up and let’s figure this out.”

  Reign—currently on top—jumped up as if he’d suddenly realized he was on top of another naked man. Jackson was a little slower but he finally got to his feet.

  “Now, what’s the problem?”

  “The agreement was,” Reign began, “that if Jackson wants to attend tonight’s party, he has to become my lover. That’s a condition of going.” He glared at Jackson. “It’s nonnegotiable.”

  “If I don’t go, she doesn’t go,” Jackson replied, stepping forward.

  The electricity crackled between the two men and Dani knew she had to diffuse it before they ended up at each other’s throats.

  “Stop.” She stepped between them. “I don’t quite understand—hell, I don’t understand at all—why all of this is necessary but you two assured me that it was.” Reign nodded, Jackson glared at him.