Jackson's Rise

by Tielle St Clare

  “It’s okay, baby,” Jackson whispered. “You’re going to be fine.”

  Dani nodded but her eyes kept snapping to the crowd. Time to take action.

  Reign wrapped his hand around her neck and turned her head, forcing her eyes to focus on him. “When we’re done tonight, I’m going to take you home, spread those pretty legs and fuck you blind.” His cock twitched as Reign said the words. He lifted his chin. “And the wolf’s going to drill that tight ass of yours.”

  Dani’s eyes widened and he knew the instant she was listening to him. Fear forgotten and lust taking control.

  “I’ve never…” She glanced over her shoulder to Jax.

  He could almost see Jax’s assurances, ready to soothe her nerves with promises of never doing more than she wanted. But she was living in the Cat world now and he needed her aroused, not frightened.

  “You’ll like it when he fucks you, kitten.” Jackson’s eyes flashed red but the light was immediately crushed. “I’ll be inside your cunt and you’ll love the slow fuck to your ass.”

  The sweet scent of her pussy juices burst into the air and Jackson growled. Reign leaned forward, his cock throbbing against the tight pants. God he hoped Winston appeared early in the evening or he was going to be permanently damaged.

  Their drinks arrived and with a silent toast they all took a sip. Reign was pleased to see neither of his companions took big gulps. They were taking it slow. Just had to look like normal patrons. Until their killer appeared.

  Dani put her glass back on the table, her fingers trembling just a little. Jackson must have seen the nervous twitch as well. He reached up and curled his hand over hers, picking it up and raising her fingers to his mouth. With a smug smile toward Reign, Jackson kissed the backs of Dani’s fingers. Some of the tension slipped from her body as she watched Jackson’s mouth on her skin.

  Reign licked his lips. Wanting the same taste. His cock pressed against the line of his zipper, just a bit too painful to be fun. He pressed the heel of his hand against his erection, trying to ease it down in some way. Nothing seemed to work. Except fucking. Yeah, that’s what he needed. He glanced around the room. There had to be some kind of private rooms here. Or they could slip downstairs and use the back of the limo. Yeah, the three of them would fit nicely.

  He groaned knowing he couldn’t leave just to have sex but damn his body wanted it.

  He reached under the table and slid his fingers over the smooth skin of Dani’s thigh. The short skirt didn’t cover much, left long lovely inches of flesh bare before he had to lift her skirt. Her knees were squeezed together. Very ladylike but not what he wanted.

  “Spread your legs,” he said, his voice low but strong enough so that both his lovers heard the command. Dani gasped and hesitated, glancing at Jackson as if seeking permission. That wasn’t going to work. “Just a little, kitten. No one can see.”

  The tight press of her thighs relaxed enough that he could slip his fingers between her legs. The heat was incredible, almost burning him. Moments later, another set of fingers joined his—Jackson. The backs of his fingers brushed against Reign’s and somehow that translated into a squeeze around his cock. Damn, they needed to go somewhere where they could fuck.

  Intent now, he flipped through his memory. He’d looked at building plans earlier in the day and mentally laid the plans over the room. The door on the far side of the dance floor led to their storage room and loading bay. That might work. At worse there was a wall he could lean Dani up against and fuck her—or have Jackson on his knees, his cock sliding between those lips. Fuck, he’d take them both.

  His eyes tracked the crowd as he looked back, opening his mouth to suggest they disappear for a few minutes. It wouldn’t take long. He’d save the leisurely fuck for later. When he wasn’t ready to pound nails with his dick.

  The top of his thigh tingled, jolting him from his thoughts, close enough to his cock to feel the vibrations through his groin. He shifted over and dragged the cell phone out of his pocket.

  He didn’t recognize the number but there was something familiar about the area code. He flipped the phone open and held it to his ear, music pounding in the background.

  “Reign,” he answered. “Who’s this?”

  “Uh, this is Detective David Banner with the Anchorage Police Department. Who’s this?”

  A cop. From Alaska? Reign turned his head and dropped his voice. “Detective Alastair Reign, Las Vegas PD. What’s up?”

  “I’m calling about Max Haverstam. He says he’s worked with you before.”

  Max? Reign glanced over at Jackson. Even with the stronger werewolf senses there was no way he could hear, not with all the music and people.

  “He in some kind of trouble?”

  “There’s been an incident. He’s involved.” Reign laughed. Of course there was an incident. It was Max they were talking about. “He used you as a reference,” the cop said.

  Reign laughed again. Max must really be in a bind.

  “As much as I’d like to put his ass in a sling, he’s a good guy. I’m guessing he’s telling you the truth.”

  “So I can trust him?”

  There was just enough amusement in the cop’s voice to push away any remaining stress. Jackson wasn’t going to have to take off to bail his brother out of jail.

  “Is there a hot brunette with long legs involved?” Reign asked, not wanting Max completely off the hook.

  “No.”

  “Then you’re good. He’s had my back on a couple of jobs. I’d believe him.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  Reign looked up. His spine tingled with awareness. If the other cop had anything else to say, Reign didn’t hear it. He flipped the phone shut and placed on the table. He turned his head and looked at Jackson.

  “We are about to have a visitor.”

  Dani tensed but took a slow breath, calming almost as quickly. She flipped her hair back, a nervous gesture that looked sexy as hell. Jackson nodded and sat back, looking cool and calm and dangerous. Good enough to eat.

  “Reign, haven’t seen you here in a while.”

  Reign dragged his gazed across Dani and Jackson before turning to face the tall Cat standing at the edge of the table.

  “James.” He nodded but didn’t get up. Most Cats weren’t that formal. And despite the phone call and his best intentions, the hard-on in his jeans hadn’t abated. At all. Dani’s knee pressed against his didn’t help. He leaned back in his chair, letting his muscles relax, draping one arm around Dani’s back. He noticed Jackson shift as well, subtly blocking her from his side. Two predators protecting their prey. “This is an honor. You don’t usually pop out of your cage this early in the evening,” Reign said, keeping his tone light.

  The corner of James’ mouth kicked up in a cynical smile.

  “I like to know who’s in my club.” He looked deliberately at Jackson, barely glancing at Dani. “Particularly when they seem a little out of place.”

  Jackson smirked and turned his eyes to Reign, clearly letting Reign lead.

  “He’s a friend of mine.” Heat echoed between them. “A good friend.”

  “Well, there are some who aren’t going to be happy that he’s here.” James leaned a little closer. “I don’t want my club torn up.” There was a plea to his voice that he was sure Jackson recognized.

  Reign smiled. “We’ll be good. Just want a few drinks and show the puppy how the real half lives.”

  James straightened and nodded. “Think about calling it an early night, huh?”

  “I’ll think about it.” That was all Reign was willing to give. James sighed and walked away.

  “And that was…?” Jackson asked in a low voice.

  “James Blayat. Manages the club.”

  “Friend?”

  “Friendly enough.”

  “Do you trust him?”

  Reign scoffed. “I don’t trust anyone.” He glanced around the room. He recognized dozens of Cats, wouldn’t call any of them frien
ds. Sure as hell wouldn’t let one of them guard his back—not like he was Jackson. Reign didn’t try to explain it. He could trust Jackson, knew it, believed it. Any male who’d let himself be fucked just to protect his woman was loyal beyond measure.

  He tapped his fingers on the table, wondering what it would be like to have that kind of devotion directed toward him. He shook off the thoughts. The main goal tonight was catching Winston. Then Reign could worry about the fact that he wanted to fuck a werewolf’s mate—and the werewolf himself.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jackson scanned the crowd, surreptitiously searching for Dani. She’d run to the restroom. Or that had been her excuse. He didn’t doubt she was searching the crowd for this guy. They’d been at the club for almost an hour and a half and her nerves had stretched tighter with each passing minute.

  He leaned against the wall and monitored the room. They’d abandoned the table about an hour ago when Reign had decided they couldn’t see enough of the room. He’d positioned them near the wall, able to see the dance floor and the entrance.

  Jackson hoped Dani appeared soon. He wasn’t too worried about her in this crowd—not with his and Reign’s scents on her. She was so well marked she could have been wearing a neon sign that flickered with their names, but he liked having her close.

  He did a slow sweep of the room and noticed a few glances directed back at him. Cautious, very clearly trying to appear not to be looking.

  He took a sip of his G&T and turned, easing closer to Reign, his chest brushing Reign’s arm. His free hand he slid around the other male’s back.

  Reign looked over, his curiosity silent but visible in his stare.

  “People are watching,” Jackson said under his breath as he leaned in, brushing his lips across Reign’s.

  “Then let’s give them something to see.” As he finished speaking, he opened his mouth. The growl of the wolf in Jackson’s head overcame any lingering phobias he had and Jackson met Reign’s kiss, driving his tongue into the other man’s mouth. The foreign sensation of kissing a man the same height with hard muscles instead of soft breasts pressing against his chest was countered by the seductive taste and power. Reign met him, stroke for stroke, battling for control, each man letting the other lead for moments at a time before nature demanded they command.

  Sexual instinct took over and Jackson turned, easing their bodies face-to-face, pressing close. Reign planted his hand on Jackson’s hip and held him in place as he rocked his hips, cock rubbing against cock. Reign’s purr dragged a groan from deep inside Jackson. The lights started to sparkle behind his closed eyes and he yanked his mouth away, gasping in a desperate breath.

  “Think they’re still watching?” he asked, fighting the urge to rip open his jeans and free his cock, grind it against Reign’s.

  “Who the fuck cares?” Reign responded, biting Jackson’s neck, just a shade too hard. Reign’s sharp teeth were going to mark his skin but damn, the thought only made him harder. Heat enveloped his cock and he realized Reign had slid his hand between them and was cupping his erection, rubbing it. Oh God, just a few more strokes and he was going to come. Right here, in this crowded room.

  Reign didn’t seem to care. He covered Jackson’s mouth with his, his tongue going deep.

  The intensity alerted the lust-crazed portion of Jackson’s brain. This wasn’t right. Something was off. The change had been subtle, shifting over the last hour. The clearheaded cop faded and left behind a creature consumed with sex. Not that Jackson minded having his dick massaged but it seemed out of character for Reign to be doing it public.

  Jackson snapped his head back, ripping his lips away. A warning snarl roared from Reign’s throat. The satisfied Cat who purred when he was stroked was gone. And another creature was fighting to take his place.

  “Reign?” The Cat didn’t respond. “Reign,” Jackson tried again. “Are you okay?” He kept his voice low, aware that they were still being observed.

  Reign blinked, shook his head as if to clear it, then blinked again.

  “Damn,” he whispered, inching back, his hand falling from Jackson’s groin. Despite the fact that he knew it was best, Jackson couldn’t help but miss the other man’s touch.

  “Are you okay?” he asked again.

  Reign swallowed and nodded. “I think so. Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He eased back but stayed close, well within the touch of an intimate friend. “All I can think about is fucking—you, Dani. Damn…” His grip tightened on Jackson’s shoulder. “I’ve got to focus. God, this isn’t normal.” He looked up, his stare communicating more than his words. As if he wanted to assure Jackson that he wasn’t normally a sex-crazed fiend. “I shouldn’t want to fuck you this badly.”

  Jackson raised his eyebrows, a tiny portion of him offended. After the last few hours, he was somehow more adaptable to the idea of fucking another man. Reign hadn’t quite gotten to that point, it appeared. Feeling…miffed, was the best word he could come up with, was insane but that didn’t stop the strange sensation.

  Reign shook his head. “Because really, all I want to do is walk out of here—” His voice dropped to an almost unrecognizable rumble. “Find the nearest flat surface, bend you over and slide back into your tight ass.”

  Jackson felt his cock twitch, reacting to the strong sexual words. The way his body reacted was one part shocking and two parts exciting. He’d never been this attracted to another male, but with Reign he wanted to fulfill the explicit image that Reign created. Then he wanted to take Reign in the same manner. To claim his lover in the most dominating, basic way.

  Reign grabbed Jackson’s hip and pulled him close, rubbing his cock hard against Jackson’s erection. “We need to fuck. Now.”

  Golden light flickered in Reign’s eyes, warning Jackson that the Cat was making its presence felt. That was dangerous. In any setting but particularly around other Cats. If he shifted, the others would follow suit and God, what a melee that would cause.

  Jackson gripped Reign’s shoulder and eased him away, trying to capture the human’s attention, giving him strength to beat back the Cat’s demand for air time.

  With a shake of his head, Reign’s eyes cleared. He took a shallow breath and Jackson could see the control return to his friend.

  “Fuck, I don’t understand this.” He dropped his gaze, embarrassment turning to anger.

  Jackson stared at him for long seconds and then swore.

  “What?” Reign asked, his eyes curious and hungry at the same time.

  “I think I know what’s causing this.”

  “Causing what?”

  “This.” He made a quick swipe with his hand down Reign’s groin. He told himself it had a dual purpose—giving their watchers something to see and passing along his message—but that didn’t explain the pleasure he got out of it. “This need to fuck.”

  “Well?”

  “You sucked me off.”

  Jackson glanced at Reign and even in the dark light of the club could see the male’s blush.

  “Yeah, so?”

  “There’s something…it’s some compound in our werewolf semen…”

  “Yes?” Reign prompted when Jackson didn’t continue.

  “From what we can tell, it’s designed to make human females better able to accept us. They heal faster and they get aroused. Or stay aroused.”

  Reign glared at him. “Why the fuck didn’t you warn me?”

  “Because when someone’s got his lips wrapped around your dick the last thing you want to do is stop them. Besides, I never thought it would affect a male. I’ve never had a male suck me off before.”

  “Well it was a new experience for me too.”

  An unexpected jolt surged through his chest. The thought that his was the only cock that had ever been inside Reign’s mouth made his dick twitch.

  “How long will this last?”

  “No idea.” Reign looked at him, irritated that Jackson didn’t know the answer. “You’re male and you�
�re a Cat. I don’t know how it’s going to affect you. For human females, it’s about twenty-four hours.”

  “Great, so I’m going to be ready to fuck anything that moves for twenty-four hours.” The corners of Jackson’s eyes got tight and he felt his lips tremble, like a snarl was begging to come out. The sound echoed through his head from his wolf. Neither of them liked the idea of Reign fucking someone else. Reign didn’t seem to notice. He turned his head away and scanned the bodies around them. When he finally turned back to Jackson, the irritation hadn’t abated.

  “Look at it this way,” Jackson said, leaning close and placing his lips against Reign’s ear. “When I fuck your ass later tonight, you’ll recover quickly…” He nipped Reign’s earlobe. “And then I can do it again.”

  “You can try.”

  Jackson took a deep breath.

  Dani.

  As if they both scented her at the same time, he and Reign looked up and turned. Jackson felt the groan that rumbled from deep in Reign’s chest.

  Dani strolled through the crowd, capturing the eyes of every male she passed. She walked with a slow, hip-swaying gait that made every cock hard. But her lust was for them alone.

  The crowd parted before her and she came forward, the short skirt flipping up with every step. The glittery top did nothing to restrain her breasts so they swayed and shimmied.

  Reign’s purr harmonized perfectly with Jackson’s growl—both animals coming alive at the sight of their mate.

  She walked forward and the heat enveloped them like a blast. Jackson grabbed her hand and pulled her between them. Her delicate gasp just added fuel to the fire. Needing her taste, needing to be inside her, Jackson tipped her head back and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She gasped but he knew it wasn’t for him alone. Vaguely he was aware of Reign pressed against her back. The slow subtle pulses as Reign rubbed his cock on her ass.

  Damn, to have her between us as we both fuck her.

  As if Reign was thinking the same thing, he whispered, “Will you take us, baby? One of us sliding in that sweet cunt, the other fucking your tight ass.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, tipping her head back, giving both males access to the sleek line of her throat.