Mate With Me

by BJ Wane

“Damien has a lot on his mind right now, we all do. He’ll check Micah over carefully, mostly to reassure himself he’s okay then they’ll both return and feast on their kill tonight. It will be fine, Grace.” The feel of her small, soft hand clasped against his right palm had his blood pooling in his cock, his senses fired up and demanding release. He hadn’t gone more than a week without sex since he was turned and not only was he craving the heightened sexual release he could only get with his mate; he could feel the slow depletion of his strength and powers with each day he abstained.

  Jacob remembered berating Damien for not claiming Abby, for letting himself get so weak he had trouble defending himself against puny humans he should have been able to snap as easily as a twig. He now knew how difficult it had been for Damien to hold back even though he still didn’t know the reason why. Before finding Grace, he could not have imagined any catalyst that would keep him from taking what was his. Unfortunately, now he knew, but he wondered if he should take a page out of Abby’s book and attempt to go after what he wanted instead of waiting until Grace came to terms with their connection. There was only one way to find out.

  Chapter Eleven

  When they emerged from the bayou just a few minutes later, Damien’s brightly lit back yard a welcoming beacon, Grace realized she hadn’t been that far from the manor after all. Relieved to be out of the dark interior of the dense trees, she found herself reluctant to let go of Jacob’s hand, in no hurry to spend the evening alone in her room again. It was only natural to want companionship, she thought defensively when she realized it was Jacob’s company specifically she wanted, not just anyone. She refused to believe it was because her body was once again clamoring for something she had no experience with, refused to admit to the fiery craving to succumb to the lust induced fantasies that were constantly invading her thoughts uninvited.

  But when Jacob turned and brought her body flush with his instead of releasing her, ensnaring her with his intense green gaze, her body’s urges overrode her mind’s misgivings for the first time. “Jacob…” She would never know what she was going to say, whether she was going to encourage him or not, because he stopped her with his mouth. He frightened her, but when his mouth came down on hers, hard and hungry as expected, her fear took a back seat to the instant searing pleasure.

  To hell with it, Jacob swore as those soft, plump lips moved shyly under the onslaught of his. She was his and he wanted her more than he had wanted anything or anyone. He didn’t know whether it was the compatibility of their bodies that drew him so strongly or the woman herself he craved so much, and right at this moment, he didn’t care. She had followed him quietly, docilely out of the swamp. The whole time her palm was burning like a fiery brand against his throbbing mark his mind was picturing her round body naked and spread upon his bed, a succulent feast for him to devour.

  He forced his way past her lips with his tongue, taking command of her mouth with an assault of intimate exploration. Stroking his tongue over hers, moving along her teeth, the inside of her cheeks then back to her tongue, he learned every inch of her mouth, his mind picturing what it would look like, feel like wrapped around his cock. Her soft moan and the feel of her plush breasts pressing into his chest, tiny erect nipples stabbing him, had his hands slipping under her top, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra before he came around and molded the soft, pliant flesh of her right breast, his mouth never letting up on hers. The relentless tension of his unfulfilled arousal built to an aching crescendo as he rubbed his palm over her turgid nipple and cradled her soft body against his hard length.

  Grace was lost in the midst of mindless sensation, already at a higher peak of arousal than any she had achieved before, and all from Jacob’s mouth possessing hers and his hand on her breast. She arched into that hand, gasped into his mouth when his calloused thumb rasped over her nipple, making it tighten almost to the point of discomfort, leaving her aching for more.

  Her mind was awash with the new sensations, the need for more temporarily outweighing her misgivings. She shuddered as her damp pussy clenched and her hips automatically thrust forward in search of fulfillment. Coming into direct contact with the huge bulge of his straining cock worked as effectively as a douse of ice water in returning her to reality. The last time she had such close contact with a man had ended in excruciating pain.

  With a cry of dismay, she wrenched herself out of his arms and glared up at him accusingly, snapping out without thought, “You’re no better than Mason!”

  Jacob quickly tamped down the surge of anger that threatened his control at her accusation before clamping his hands around her upper arms and hauling her back up against him. “Don’t you ever compare me to him again, Grace. Do you understand?”

  The softly spoken words couldn’t have been more forceful if he had shouted them at her. The look of pure fury on his face was only tempered by the despair he couldn’t hide in his eyes as he stared down at her, but it was enough to make her realize how unjust her accusation had been. Opening her mouth, she started to apologize when he ruthlessly cut her off.

  “Don’t.” Jacob released her as fast as he had grabbed her and stepped back. “I don’t want to hear another apology. Go inside before I do something I will regret.”

  Blindly, her body still humming with unfulfilled need, Grace rushed into the house through the great room’s French doors. Seated inside were Luc and Jon who looked at her passively as she fled past them in humiliation. She didn’t stop until she was leaning against the bedroom door, her breath coming in gasps as her traitorous body not only still screamed for more, but was responding heatedly to learning the brothers had a clear view of her and Jacob out on the veranda, could clearly see where his hand had disappeared to and her response. Feeling like a teenager who got caught necking in a car, her face flamed with embarrassment even as her pussy once again betrayed her by swelling with moisture.

  She felt bad for the way she had left things with Jacob, for treating him that way after he had come to her rescue yet again. In all honesty, he had never done anything to make her think she couldn’t trust him; it was just her fear that was keeping her from giving in to her body’s urges and his promises. Tentatively, she reached out mentally to him, having no idea how to open up whatever channel it was that allowed her to connect with him telepathically. After a few minutes of trying to mentally search him out to no avail, she gave up in disappointment.

  Throwing herself on the bed, she tried to still her rapidly beating heart, tried to think of something, anything that would take her mind off the demands of her body. But not even reliving the horrors and fear of her time with Mason was enough to cool her built up lust, and with a sigh of resignation she slipped off her clothes and made herself comfortable, determined to relieve herself of this ache that refused to be ignored.

  “And you were doing so well,” Jon drawled when Jacob came inside shortly after watching Grace race out of the room.

  “Shut up, Preston.” Sinking into a chair, he winced as his still throbbing cock protested the cramped move.

  “If you’re going to keep letting her run away, you better pay a visit to Daisy and Mandy. You’re looking a little peaked, old man.”

  Jacob turned his glare on Luc. “I can’t wait until you two find your mates. It’ll be my turn to throw out the advice then.”

  The twins smiled identical grins, unperturbed by his threat. “I haven’t met a woman yet who hasn’t come at the snap of my fingers,” Jon bragged.

  “Our fingers,” Luc corrected since they rarely fucked a woman alone.

  Jacob couldn’t help but envy them their single status. He wasn’t sure what was worse, never finding his mate or finding her and being unable to claim her. As he adjusted his cock, he thought, no, finding her and not having her was infinitely worse because now he knew what he was missing.

  “Seriously,” Luc said when Jacob’s pained look encompassed more than sporting a painful, unrelieved hard-on, “don’t give up. It hasn’t been all that lo
ng since we got her away from Mason and she learned more than she ever wanted to know about us.”

  “Yeah,” Jon added. “A few more make out sessions like that one and you’ll have her begging for it. There was more arousal on her face than fear or embarrassment, even if she’s not ready to admit it yet.”

  “Thanks, guys. I’m not ready to give up on her. Who’s on patrol tonight?”

  “We are, unless you want to join us and relieve some tension by kicking some ass. There’s never a shortage of doped up chemi-heads or gang members that need an attitude adjustment.” The only thing Luc liked as much as sex was a good fight and teaching some punk bent on causing someone else pain a much needed lesson.

  “Thanks, but I think I’ll stay here tonight.”

  As good as a brawling fight sounded right about now, Jacob didn’t want to leave with a rift between him and Grace. He had made headway with her, and he wanted to look in on her and assure her he wasn’t pissed, just disappointed. The truth never hurt, he told himself as he watched Jon and Luc dematerialize, their looks anxious to see what the night had in store for them.

  Afraid she would ignore him if he knocked politely on his bedroom door, Jacob simply appeared on the other side, never imagining he would be greeted with the sight of her naked, lush body splayed in the middle of his bed, her hips pumping furiously against her invading fingers. Small white teeth bit into her lower lip in an effort to stifle her cries and her full breasts, shining with perspiration, jiggled from her undulations as the fingers from her other hand plucked at a nipple.

  Jacob couldn’t have moved if the room suddenly filled with blood draining rogues. Her response was everything he had dreamed she was capable of, everything he wanted to be responsible for giving her. That she’d rather escape his company to get herself off both hurt and made him angry, yet he quickly shoved aside both emotions in favor of enjoying the sight of her nudity displayed so erotically. Her thighs were softly rounded, as was her waist, and her breasts were incredible. High and firm, they lay softly on her chest as she reclined back against two propped pillows, her eyes scrunched tightly shut as if she couldn’t face the pleasure she was experiencing.

  With no thought in mind but relief, Jacob released his cock into his hand just as she opened those bright blue eyes and looked right at him, her pink, flushed face turning crimson as, with a startled cry, she reached for the cover.

  “No, don’t,” he rasped, his tone harder than he had intended.

  The soft growl of his command sent a shiver through Grace, and it wasn’t one of fear. Even though she had just experienced a mind blowing climax as intense and startling as the one she had driven herself unexpectedly to on the back of Jacob’s motorcycle, her body reacted to Jacob’s unexpected presence as if it was starved for sexual relief. Not even the sight of his large, extremely hard cock scared her. On the contrary, her eyes were riveted on the erotic sight of him slowly caressing his rigid length as he moved toward her until he was standing next to the bed, close enough she could detect every vein in his shaft and see the small drop of moisture seeping from his slit.

  With belated concern, she moved away from him, intending to slip off the other side of the bed, away from him and the temptation to ignore the misgivings pushing their way through her numbed state.

  “Wait.” Jacob grabbed her hand, the one she had buried between her legs only moments ago, and brought her still damp fingers to his mouth. His eyes holding hers captive, he inhaled her heady scent before slowly licking the two digits clean.

  Grace melted back against the pillows, all urges to flee disappearing with each sensuous stroke of his tongue. Her nipples went from post orgasm softness to instant, aroused stiffness with heart palpitating speed and the urge to spread her now tightly clamped legs was nearly overwhelming.

  “Jacob,” she whispered shakily, having absolutely no idea what she wanted to say or do. Suddenly she felt lost on a sea of confusion, the fear of what he could do still strong enough to keep her from giving in to what her body was continually demanding, demands that were growing more insistent every day.

  Jacob read her confusion clearly, saw the lingering fear she couldn’t hide even though she was now trying to do just that. The fact that she was trying gave him encouragement and hope for the future, but it didn’t help ease his frustration knowing he was going to have to wait a little longer before he could claim her. Releasing her fingers, he said softly, “Show me what you like, that’s all.” Taking her hand, he placed it on top of her bare mound then slowly pushed her knees apart before moving her palm down to cover her exposed pussy.

  “You want me to….masturbate in front of you?” she asked incredulously even though the idea of doing just that had her juices dampening her palm with her growing excitement. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when he sat at the end of the bed, putting a few feet between them yet remaining close enough that he had a clear, unobstructed view of her spread folds.

  “Yes, I want to know what you like so I’ll know how to please you when you’re ready for me. I promise I won’t touch you, Grace.”

  He was so different from Mason, yet so much about him reminded Grace of her kidnapper. Both men were tall, strong and beyond good looking, men who, if it wasn’t for this cursed mark on her neck, she knew would never have given her a second look. But how could she refuse the look of stark desire and need etched on Jacob’s face? How could she be so drawn to this Harley riding vampire with his piercings, tattoo and long hair who represented everything she not only feared, but had never been attracted to even before her abduction?

  “You’re thinking too hard, sweetheart. Listen to your body, not your mind, just for a few minutes. I swear you’re safe with me.” It took every ounce of Jacob’s considerable control not to shove her hand aside and take what he so desperately craved. His brief glimpse of her denuded, damp folds and glistening pink slit before he moved her hand down had him salivating, aching to bury his face between her legs and lap up all that cream his presence was responsible for. “Does your clit hurt? Is it as red and hard as your pretty nipples?” he asked seductively.

  “Do you talk that way to all your lovers?” she returned, feeling her face flame as the soft, warm erotic pulse from her mark increased. Without conscious thought, she moved her hand so she could slip two fingers inside her sheath and it wasn’t until her slick walls tightened around them that she realized she was obeying him.

  “Do you really want to know what I’ve said and done with previous bedmates?” he questioned her with a lift of his brow, his eyes drifting from her flushed face down to where her fingers were embedded in her vagina. Swallowing dryly, he stroked his cock as slowly as she stroked her pussy, wished it was her juices coating his girth instead of his own pre-come spread by his own hand.

  The reference to past tense wasn’t lost on Grace, and the pleasure she felt at that declaration had her more confused than ever. But right now, her confusion and insecurities were going to have to take a back seat to the excitement coursing through her. She was discovering having an audience added a heady rush to masturbating and the hot, intense look in Jacob’s emerald eyes seared her with pleasure. “No, no I don’t,” she whispered before sucking in a deep breath when she pulled back and grazed her clit again with both damp fingers.

  “Touch your breast again. Take your nipple between two fingers and roll it. I loved the way your breast felt, loved the way your nipple stabbed against my palm, how hot and hard it was, how hot and hard it made me.”

  No one had ever spoken to her the way he was doing, so open and carnally explicit. She found she liked it, liked him telling her what to do, what he liked and how her actions made him feel. How many times had she lay wondering what her boyfriend wanted, what he liked and didn’t, what she had done wrong when their encounters ended in disappointment? As she felt the small tremors that heralded another climax, she kept her eyes on him, gauging his reaction.

  Rolling her nipple like he instructed, she foun
d the maneuver slightly uncomfortable, yet even more pleasurable than simply touching herself. Another deep thrust of her fingers followed by another slow, tantalizing caress over her clit had her hips arching up, her fingers tightening on her nipple and her soft, startled cry echoing in the room. Looking down, she stared unabashedly as Jacob gripped his cock tighter, his strokes coming faster as he pumped his fist up, over the mushroom cap then back down before cupping his balls.

  “Does that feel good?” she couldn’t help but ask. She had never touched a man’s sac, never gave that part of their anatomy much thought, but from the look on Jacob’s face, she thought she had been very naïve.

  “Oh, yeah.” Jacob grinned at her, pleased that she was asking questions even though he could tell she was embarrassed by her innocence, an innocence he would have found more endearing if he wasn’t so desperate to bury himself inside her. “It would feel even better if it was your hand touching me, or your mouth.”

  Sheesh, Grace moaned as her pussy gushed at that suggestion, he was turning her world upside down, and she was beginning to think that it might not be such a bad thing. Then his jaw tightened as well as his hand, and with a few hard yanks, his cock was spewing his semen on the bed between them, his groan deep and long, the pleasure on his face the tipping point for her own climatic release.

  The look on her face as she watched him climax followed so swiftly by her own, uncontrollable release was nearly Jacob’s undoing. Watching his mate come apart under her own hands instead of by his body had him suddenly seeing red, souring his mood. He had managed to keep his incisors hidden until now, managed to suppress the nearly overpowering need to stake his claim by sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of her breast and slake his ever increasing thirst and lust on her body. He would never know if it was the return of fear in her eyes and the way she cowered back that reined him in. Standing, he tucked his still hard cock back into his pants before stating coldly, “Be very careful, Grace, that your constant denial of the truth doesn’t create the very monster you fear.”