by Hazel Gower
His sister’s voice had him pulling away from Jezebel reluctantly. “Later, we’ll finish this at home later, I promise.” He muttered against Jezebel’s lips. Jezebel nodded, and he eased away from her. “Get dressed. Pass me what you are getting.” He smiled when she didn’t protest and took off the garments she wore and handed him three others.
“I want those. Keep a hold of them so I can pay for them.” She put on a white bra and shoved her school uniform on.
Brandon eased out of the changing room with the garments Jezebel wanted as she did up her buttons. He knew in her school uniform if he stayed in there with her he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Jezebel looked so goddamn sexy.
Britney rolled her eyes as he came out. “You couldn’t wait for Mac and me? You’re lucky we were close behind you.”
Brandon walked by his sister and to the check out. “Where is he?”
Britney knew who he was talking about. “I told Travis if he wanted to live he’d better go. He gave me Jezebel’s bags and hightailed it out of here. He knows what we are. His sister is mated to one of us.”
He grunted at his sister. The sales assistant that had been talking to Mac came to the counter. “We’re taking these, and if you have any of this red one in other colors we’ll take one of each of those, too.” The woman called over a girl stocking the shelves and told her to grab the red one in blue, pink, green, and black in the same size. The sales woman put the garments through as Jezebel come out of the changing room. The other sales girl came rushing over with the extra ones he’d asked for and added them to the pile.
Jezebel came and stood next to him, and he gathered her to him so she stood in front of him and his scent surrounded her. Her uniform stank of Travis. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck.
Britney groaned behind him. “Great, another friend with my brother that I will have to see being mushy together.”
The sales woman told him the total, and he stopped Jezebel as she passed over a card. He gave the sales assistant his own.
“Brandon, you can’t pay for my underwear.”
“Yes, I can. And I just did. Anyway I bought some extra things for you. I liked you in the one I saw you in.”
The woman handed Jezebel the bag with a huge grin on her face. Brandon took it instead. He smiled when he heard the woman mutter, “Lucky girl.”
Jess turned pink and snuggled into his side. He held out his spare hand, and she intertwined it with his. Together they walked out of the store. Jezebel paused a couple of stores down. “Did Travis take my stuff?”
Britney held up the bags in her hand. “No. I’ve got it.”
“Thanks, Britney.”
“No problem. We are doing my favorite thing, shopping. While we are here I have to pick up some Chrissy pressies. What do you need?”
“I came here to get some nice going out clothes, plus a few extra casual clothes. I thought today was the best day to go. Mondays aren’t as busy as the other days and the further into the week the closer to Christmas.”
“I know just the right place to take you to get what you want. But first let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.”
Brandon smiled at his sister as she dragged Jezebel towards the food court. He followed with Mac beside him. “Thanks for coming.” Feeling relaxed now he was close to his mate he smirked at Mac. “You ever going to claim Britney?”
“Hell no. My brother would kill me. He said watch, not tou—”
“What the fuck?”
Mac stopped as he realized what he’d said.
Brandon glared at Mac, and he wanted to know which brother. He had two older brother and two little sisters. Owen was five years older than Mac. He was a nice guy, and he seemed to be the go-between with Mac and the oldest brother, Carter, who was almost ten years older than Mac’s eighteen. Carter was brutal. He was next in line to lead the wolf pack, and he was lethal. Where no one crossed the Prides because of their power, money, and influence no one crossed the Fierces because of their strength and determination. The Fierces’ section bordered theirs. They were good at keeping the bad creatures under control. “Whose mate is she?”
“Whose would you like me to say?”
Brandon didn’t like the game Mac was playing. “You know as well as I do she will not accept Carter. Britney is too independent. She doesn’t want to be a leader’s mate. Carter is too old for her anyway.”
Mac didn’t say anything but raised his eyebrow.
“What? There aren’t ten years between Jezebel and me. There are only eight.”
“There are ten between Sasha and Savron, and I know in late January you turn twenty-seven. Look, we don’t have time to discuss this now. The girls have ordered food, and it looks like Britney ordered for us. All you need to know is that Britney doesn’t know. He’s not going to see her again until she’s eighteen. He promised me he would woo her and restrain his wolf.”
Brandon sighed because he knew Mac was right. Right now wasn’t the time to talk about it, and he couldn’t really say much with how he was acting with his own mate. “Let’s go to the girls. I’ll talk about this later.”
They walked to the girls in silence. Brandon knew he would be talking to his dad and brothers tonight.
****
Britney could shop. Jess didn’t think her feet had ever hurt more than they did now. And if she didn’t try on another item of clothing for the rest of her life Jess would be happy.
She moaned as Brandon parked the car in the garage of his house. He opened his side and got out. Jess didn’t want to move. She couldn’t stand on her feet. Damned late night trading hours, thanks to Christmas. They had stayed until the mall closed. Jess was surprised that neither Brandon nor Mac complained. They followed them around happily.
They did become odd as they left. Britney did, too. She became alert, and as they walked to Brandon’s car they kept looking around them. Britney’s eyes turned golden, and Mac’s turned an amazing bright blue.
Once she was in the car they talked on their mobiles, and Brandon seemed to stall for as long as he could before he got in the car and very slowly drove away.
Her car door opened, and Brandon undid her seat belt and picked her up and carried her through the open door and shut it with his foot.
“Thanks. My feet are so sore. Your sister sure can shop. She is just full of energy.”
“Mmm.” He walked her straight to his bedroom and gently placed her before the bed where he proceeded to undo her uniform. “I have been waiting hours to do this to you. You don’t know how many times I almost took you in a changing room.”
Jess blushed, because she knew he’d come in to her a couple of times, and every other time she’d fantasized about him doing it. She’d messaged her parents about a half an hour ago and told them she would be home late.
Her jacket and shirt fell to the ground along with her skirt. He yanked her stockings off, and she moaned as she heard the tear.
“Mine. My mate.” Brandon flung his own clothes off until they both stood naked before each other. He gathered her to him, and his mouth took hers devouring her.
She went willingly, eager for what she knew Brandon could give her. Jess ran her hands up and down his muscular chest, enjoying the feel of the hard lines and curves.
Brandon surprised her when he tore his mouth from hers, placed her on the bed, sat beside her, and put her feet onto his lap.
“First, let’s make you feel better.”
She grinned at him. “I was feeling better.”
He growled but stayed where he was. Brandon’s fingers rubbed her feet massaging the sore soles. Her head fell back as pleasure ran through her body at his magic touch. Brandon was spoiling her. No one had ever massaged her feet. He didn’t rush the job either, so he could get his own satisfaction. He took her time making each of her feet feel like they were in heaven.
The heat from this touch alone was bringing her body alive. The fact that he was doing this to make her feel better and wasn’t rush
ing it turned her on even more.
“Mmm, this feels so good. Thank you. Would you like me to do you next?”
“No. My feet aren’t sore. But other body parts of me are.”
Jess chuckled and moved her feet from his hold. She knelt on the bed and moved so she was a breath away from him. She was nervous because what she was about to do to Brandon, she’d never done to anyone, and she hadn’t thought she ever would. But she wanted to do this for Brandon. “Please don’t move. Let me explore.”
His groan was deep as he nodded. Jess leaned down and swiped the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock, experimentally at first, before she licked him from base to tip. A drop of pre-cum seeped from his head, and, curious, she swiped at it. It had a salty, tangy taste, not what she’d expected. Pushing him back on the bed Jess hovered over him. Her hands wrapped around his length to feel the velvet smooth skin. His dick was rock hard, but the skin was soft. Jess pumped his cock up and down before she let go and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Slowly Jess took more of him with each suck in. Brandon was true to his word and didn’t move to hold her in one spot or force her to take more.
Jess was enjoying herself. She felt more powerful with every moan and groan that slipped from his lips. She was so turned on at his pleasure.
Brandon’s pants grew deeper. “Gorgeous, you’re going to have to stop. Your innocent explorations have me ready to burst.” He sat up and pulled her to straddle him. “Swap positions with me. I want to give you pleasure.”
Jess liked the position she was in. She shook her head and rose up over his cock so her entrance rubbed the tip of his dick. “I want to ride you. I want to be the one who gives you pleasure.”
Brandon tilted her head and kissed her. His tongue sought entry, and she gave it, tangling her tongue with his. Easing herself down on his stiff cock she delighted in the sensations she’d started building growing them higher. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she bounced up and down on his dick. Needing to take in a deep breath, she ripped her mouth from his and panted for air as the position seemed to fill her and bring him deeper in.
Jess looked to Brandon to see his golden gaze focused solely on her face. One of his hands was at her waist helping her rise and fall. The other now came around and stroked her clit.
“What do I need to do to help you come? I’m holding on by a thin thread. Your play before has me so wound up. You are so beautiful. I’m so lucky.”
The intensity of his eyes, the strumming of her clit, and his sweet words had her letting herself go. Jess picked up her pace, wrapped her legs around him, and anchored her hands to his shoulders. She wanted to watch Brandon come. Lifting up she drove herself down over and over. Brandon thrust his hips up to meet her, and when she was close to the edge Brandon roared and pushed up into her letting himself go. She watched as his eyes glowed, and with lightning speed he struck her shoulder and bit the same spot he had the first time. The bite didn’t hurt. It brought her over the edge into a screaming orgasm. Wave after wave of bliss settled over her.
Euphoria had her lying on Brandon not caring about her sweaty, sticky self. She felt his dick slowly slip out of her. Jess listened to his racing heart as his arms came around her. Jess closed her eyes telling herself she would rest just for moment or two before she showered and got Brandon to take her home.
****
Brandon stroked his mate’s back. He knew the exact moment she let sleep take her. The weight she’d been subconsciously holding off him came down on him. Jezebel wasn’t heavy. He liked her where she was. Since seeing her in the lingerie shop he’d been hard and ready for her. He’d wanted to leave and take her home, but he knew she wanted things from the mall. Brandon would rather her go with him than with her human friends and get stuck like they had when trolls had come out ready to attack them as they left the mall. He’d hung around until back up was close by, and Mac and Britney could protect themselves until help came to kill the creatures.
Glancing at the clock he sighed. As much as he wanted Jezebel to stay he needed to build trust with her, and to do that he had to take her back to her parents’ place. Reaching for the clock he set it to go off in a little over an hour. If he could get at least an hour’s sleep with her, he might be able to hold off telling her everything and begging her to move in with him. Christmas was just over a week away. He hoped to last that long, but with the way he’d acted today he very much doubted he could. Closing his eyes he let himself sleep.
The alarm woke him, and he fought to come to the surface of his sleep-clouded mind. Jess mumbled that she didn’t want to wake, as she lay still on top of him.
“Sweetheart, you have to go back to your parents. As much as I want you to stay, I know you’d be upset if I let you sleep, especially when you have school in the morning.” He leaned down and kissed her head. “I’ll pick you up from school tomorrow.”
Slowly she sat up and stretched, and her breasts bounced temptingly in his direction. “You don’t have to worry about that. I stay late for a bit over an hour tomorrow for drama.”
Not able to help himself he reached up and sucked one pointed nipple into his mouth then repeated the process with the other. “That’s okay. I’ll be waiting.”
She moaned. “We don’t have time for this. It’s late.”
“There is always time for this.” He rolled them over so he caged her in and took her mouth to his. His cock found her core and slid home. He was determined to show her there was time.
Chapter Six
Brandon picked Jess up after she’d had an early dinner with her parents. Tonight was games night at the Pride house. Jess felt like she’d entered the Twilight Zone. She gripped Brandon’s hand as he led her into his parents’ house. My God. She’d forgotten how utterly gorgeous all the Prides were. She and Brandon walked into the family room, and they all turned to smile at her, with their beautiful blond hair, tanned skin, green eyes, and perfect bodies. Together they looked like a magazine shoot or movie ready to happen. Even Sasha blended in somewhat, though she had different hair and wasn’t one hundred percent perfect compared to them.
Jess blushed as her gaze caught Tyler’s and Carl’s. Tyler winked at her, and she almost wished she could run and hide. The wink and the stare they gave her was like they knew every dream and every dirty thought she’d had about them.
Brandon was making a hissing noise behind her, and Jess backed up ready to make a run for freedom and a humiliation free night. Tyler and Carl both stood and strolled to her. The hissing from Brandon turned into a growl.
“Jezebel, it’s good to see you. Welcome to the family.” Tyler pulled her in for a hug, and she whimpered as the many daydreams she’d had of him doing this came to the surface. Pull it together, Jess. You don’t like him like that anymore. He is the brother of the man you’re sleeping with. You are very happy with Brandon. She berated herself and kept her body stiff. Brandon yanked her to him, and she sighed in relief. She darted her gaze up to see a huge smirk on Tyler’s face.
“Don’t stress, Brandon. Take a deep breath in. There was nothing there. It’s nothing with me anymore, see.”
Carl yanked her to him and hugged her tight. Getting annoyed with being pulled around she glared up at him and pushed against him to get away. Jess didn’t remember her brother’s friends ever being so friendly. “Nice to see you again, Carl.” She gave a push against his chest, and he let her go.
Jess stepped back next to Brandon noticing his dimpled smile as he looked down at her. He pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Jess felt like she’d just passed a test. A tension she hadn’t realized had filled the room seemed to lift, and Brandon’s mother came over.
“Hello, Jezebel. It’s great to see you again. I’m happy you could join us on games night. Come sit. You’ll find we are a very competitive family. I think we have converted Sasha. Are you competitive?”
Jess shook her head. She didn’t have a competitive bone in her body. Jess’s brothers w
ere the competitive ones. She’d learnt she never won against them, so after a while she stopped trying.
“I’m sure we will convert you, too. Your partner will be Brandon tonight. But first we’ll start with charades. This one should be easy. I hear you do drama.” Brandon’s mother smiled at her.
“Yes, I do drama, but I’m mostly behind the scenes.”
Brandon sat by her feet as she sat on the sofa. “Not tonight, sweetheart, tonight you’ll be on the stage with me. We’re going to kick some butt.”
Britney stood and rubbed her hands together. “Tonight I’m the referee and make sure you all play fair. Although I will say you can bribe me. Points will be added.” She winked.
Jess smiled as popcorn was thrown at Britney, and they all laughed as she opened her mouth and tried unsuccessfully to catch it.
****
Brandon watched as Jezebel glared at his brother smugly as she got another trivia question right. For the first time since he could remember someone was better than his parents. Jess was a whiz at trivia, and they had won charades. There were only a couple more questions left, and the night’s game would be finished.
Jezebel had said she didn’t have a competitive streak, but she did tonight. He chuckled as she stuck her tongue out to Tyler, who had answered a question wrong, and she answered it.
“We have created a monster. Either we did this to her or she doesn’t know what competitive means,” Tyler muttered as he came and sat next to him after leaving the annihilation round. “I always remember her as a quiet, shy girl who hid and didn’t speak whenever I was in the room. I’m sorry about earlier, bro, but I wanted to show you that now she has you she thinks nothing of me. It was just a little crush. Humans are attracted to my animal magnetism.” Tyler’s eyebrow rose and fell.
Brandon laughed. His brother was a dick, and Brandon couldn’t wait for karma to give him a mate. It would be so fun to watch.
“I won. Oh yeah, oh yeah.”