by Eden Robins
This was a lesson, only a lesson. Only a lesson.
He repeated that mantra over and over again as he tried to calm his body down. Rebecca needed to know who was in charge. Who was in control. Once she surrendered completely to that, to him, he could keep her safe. That was the only way. He wouldn’t accept anything less.
Jason held himself back, barely.
But he couldn’t just walk away. His willpower suddenly failed him. He needed more from her. As her nipple puckered he imagined how it would feel in his mouth, how it would taste. His mouth watered as he thought of fresh, ripe berries.
The need to taste her took over every other thought in his mind. Sliding his hands down to her waist, he walked her backward. Rebecca lifted her head, a confused look on her face, and stumbled back in the direction he led her, until she pressed back against the wall behind her.
Sliding his leg between her slightly parted ones, he lifted her slightly with his knee and held her up while his fingers skipped over her satiny soft skin. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the wall as he reached around her and unclasped her bra. Just knowing she was his to explore sent his lust spiraling and he impatiently pushed her shirt and bra up. Her breasts sprang free.
She gasped and arched her back, thrusting her breasts up for him to worship.
The growl came out without thought. It was low and dangerous. It was the gargoyle in him sending a primal warning to every other male in the world. One word screamed in his mind over and over again as he looked at the beautiful bounty before him. He wanted to roar it loud and clear so every other male knew whom this magnificent female belonged to.
Mine!
Jason imagined taking her. His body screamed for it. The man in him needed it. Then and there against the wall. Rough and wild so that Rebecca had no doubt who she belonged to.
Him.
She was his light and laughter. Only his. He would never share her. Both the gargoyle and man in him vowed that no other would ever touch her again.
His hands moved over her possessively. He cupped her fullness in each palm. Damn she was beautiful. Her voluptuous, creamy white breasts tipped with light pink berries were like a siren call. Hungry for her, he took one swollen nipple into his mouth. It was like ambrosia. He opened wider and sucked harder, still not getting enough of her.
Chapter Eleven
Rebecca couldn’t breathe.
She couldn’t catch her breath.
The tug of Jason’s mouth on her breast was almost too much to bear.
Too hard.
Too hot.
Too good.
She pushed herself closer, deeper. It still wasn’t enough. She wanted, she wanted—something. What did she want?
More.
He switched to her other breast, devouring it like a starving man. His free hand played with the nipple he had just left, pulling, squeezing and teasing. She moaned with pleasure. An ache so strong it rocked her hips forward began at the center of her. Her pussy pulsated endlessly, needing, begging to be touched. She became so wet she felt it soak her panties. Fast and hard her body spiraled out of control. Desire like she had never felt before took over.
Her moans of pleasure turned into pants of need.
“More, Jason. Please, I need more,” she gasped.
As if to emphasize exactly what she wanted, she tilted her hips forward and grabbed his head, pulling him more tightly against her.
He groaned and sucked even harder.
She felt herself hurtling toward the edge of something. She wanted that feeling to continue.
“Please,” Rebecca begged. “Now.”
She needed all of him. This minute. It couldn’t wait.
Jason slid his hands lower. He unbuttoned then unzipped her pants before she knew what was happening. As he slipped his fingers into the V of her jeans, she held her breath. Her panties were little barrier as his fingers slid into her wet curls.
She felt herself flush with embarrassment at exactly how wet she was.
She lifted up slightly, wanting his fingers to delve deeper, to reach her hot center. Her jeans got in the way. He couldn’t go on. She moaned.
Jason tore his mouth from her with a gasp, removed his knee from between her thighs and yanked at the waistband of her jeans. They slid down over her hips, taking her silk panties with them. She heard him groan and glanced at his face. He stared at her womanhood like he’d never get enough of it. His gaze narrowed and focused on her center as he ran his finger down along the crease of her pussy. She wanted him to dip inside but he didn’t. He skimmed along her outer lips until she thought she would go insane.
Rebecca curled her hips forward with a moan, unable to stop herself. She needed his touch inside her now. She needed to feel his fingers first then his hot, hard cock slip between her lips and plunge inside her core. Pressing against his finger, she told him without words what she wanted.
Jason knelt in front of her. On his knees, he clenched his fists by his sides and brought his face close to her center. Rebecca could tell he was holding back, struggling to maintain his self-control. She didn’t want that. She wanted him to crave her the way she now craved him.
She wanted him to go crazy like she was going crazy.
She moved her hips forward, brushing against his face. He groaned and looked up to meet her gaze. She gasped in shock. His irises were like liquid silver, moving and flowing along the edges of his pupils.
“Do you know what you do to me, M’Tali? Do you know how much I want you?” His voice was harsh and low, a rough whisper.
Then he did something that almost drove her over the edge. He pressed his face to her womanhood and inhaled deeply. Her legs buckled beneath her. Jason grasped her waist, holding her up as he continued to nuzzle her curls and inhale her scent.
“I smell your desire, Rebecca. I smell your need for me. Your scent tells me just how much you want me.”
Then, before she knew what he was about, Jason swiped his tongue along her slit. Her pelvis surged forward automatically, straining for more. This time he obliged. He parted her lips and ran his tongue up and down along her soft nub. Her body jerked from the contact. Tingles of desire shot up and down her body and she quivered with pleasure as his tongue continued its exploration. She realized that the soft, needy sounds she heard were coming from her, and they were getting louder as Jason continued to lap at her pussy.
Jason lost himself in his woman.
He loved her scent, spicy and intoxicating. It made him want to dive into her hot, wet depths. And her sweet taste made his cock twitch with need. He couldn’t get enough. When Rebecca slanted her hips forward so he could taste more deeply of her, and parted her legs for him, it almost drove him over the edge. He pressed his tongue harder against her clit. He played with her nub then sucked on it until her lips grew pink and swollen. Her button was so hard and stiff he knew she was close to climaxing.
He wanted that. He wanted to feel her hips jerk helplessly as she came into his mouth. Then he would climb up her body and push inside her. She would be wet and ready. His cock would go so deep he’d lift her off the ground with each thrust. Then he’d fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until she came again. Only then, only after he made sure his woman was satisfied, then he’d let go.
Jason would turn her around, bend her over and take her from behind. He’d savor the press of her lushly rounded ass against him as he plunged into her hot core. He’d hold her hips, guiding her to him as he fucked her sweet pussy. He’d feel her tighten around him as she came again and then he’d lose it. His hips would buck against her as he spilled his seed inside her. And she’d take it. She’d take every bit of him.
Jason tore himself back to the here and now as Rebecca lifted her hips in a faster rhythm. She wanted it quicker and more intense. He sucked on her harder, his tongue whipping over her clit faster and faster until she lost it. Her hips bucked and she cried out. The sound of his woman losing it for him, letting go and coming into his mouth
, drove him crazy. He kept licking her as she came, sucking on and savoring her swollen lips and sweet taste until the very last vibration rocked her.
Only after she was done did he move up her body, raining kisses along the way. He pressed against her as she sagged from the force of her release.
“Was that good, baby? Did you like my mouth tasting you, licking you, eating you?”
Rebecca’s eyes fluttered open and she looked at him through sexy, sleepy eyes.
“Yes, that felt so good, Jason. I didn’t know it could be like that. So strong, so intense. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“I’m glad, baby,” he said, kissing her neck. “I want you to feel good. Now let me show you something else.”
Jason started to unbutton his pants. He wanted Rebecca so bad it hurt. Looking at her, still lost in the aftershocks of her passion, shook him. He wanted, no, needed to be inside her. His cock screamed for release.
But something stopped him.
He couldn’t do it.
He froze, fighting the urge to take her then and there, then slowly, painfully, managed to button his pants up again.
Not now, not here.
Not like this.
He could give her pleasure, make her come, watch her body writhe and sing. But he couldn’t join with her like this. Their mating had to be special. It had to be different. Not rushed and hushed. He wanted to hear Rebecca’s screams of passion just as he wanted to be able to roar his lust and possession to the world.
Jason was gargoyle.
Their lovemaking would not be tame.
This is a lesson. It’s only a lesson.
His mantra once more sang through his mind, strengthening his determination. Leaning Rebecca back against the wall for support, he slowly disengaged.
He took a step back, giving himself the space he needed to calm his body and his mind.
It took her a moment but eventually Rebecca’s lashes fluttered and she opened her eyes. They looked dazed and unfocused, as if the wave of passion hadn’t fully left her body. That stirred him. He wanted to pull her against him again and feel her quiver from his touch. He wanted to lose himself in her light and laughter.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
Not here, not now.
A soft knock on the door brought his focus back to the situation at hand.
He cleared his throat, trying to remove the lump of need that was still stuck there. “Yes?” he asked loudly.
“I was told to bring refreshments, sir. May I come in?”
Rebecca made a small sound and his gaze returned to her.
She looked embarrassed and panicked and she grew frenzied trying to right her clothing.
“Thank you. Just leave it out there by the door. We’ll get it in a minute,” he called over his shoulder while keeping his stare focused on Rebecca. She was so beautiful. Her skin was flushed and she was making little sounds of distress as she desperately tried to pull herself together.
His words made her glance at him. Appreciation showed in her gaze. She calmed down as she finished dressing.
He waited silently as she adjusted her clothing.
She held her head down for a minute, as if not sure what to do.
“Rebecca?”
Slowly raising her gaze to his, she searched his eyes as if waiting for something.
“Are you all right, M’Tali?”
She shook her head, frowning. “That never should have happened, Jason.”
He should have been relieved, and if it had been any other woman saying that, any other woman trying to let him off the hook after what they had shared, he would have been glad to agree and leave the scene, a single male, once more free to roam.
But this wasn’t just any woman. This was Rebecca. His woman. His heart. He would not let her off the hook so easily.
Anger filled him.
She would not deny what they shared.
She would not deny their connection.
It was too strong.
Narrowing his eyes, he closed the distance between them once more. Rebecca started to take a step back but realized as she bumped into the wall behind her that she had no place to go. Jason gently placed one finger under her chin and tilted it up so that she and he were eye to eye.
“You will not deny what we share, M’Tali. You will not act as if there is not a strong connection between us. You and I both know there is.”
Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment, squeezing them tight, then exhaled loudly as she opened them again.
“Who are you, Jason. Who are you really?”
He shook his head, released her chin and began pacing the floor in front of her.
“No, this isn’t about me, Rebecca. This is about you. I’m going to ask you this once, and only once, and I expect an answer. How do you know Xander Davis and why were you going to see him?”
Jealousy and rage filled him as a thought hit him.
Maybe Xander and Rebecca were lovers. But he couldn’t imagine Rebecca, his light and laughter, being with a dark wizard, especially since he’d learned just how insane and evil Xander was. The guy was darkness and despair. Rebecca couldn’t love a guy like that.
Could she?
“Xander Davis and I have been acquainted for a very long time.”
Her words gave him no comfort. In fact they only flamed the fire of jealousy that engulfed him. He struggled for control. He needed to know exactly how well Rebecca knew Xander. He told himself that he needed to know this so desperately not for personal reasons, but professional ones. How closely she was tied to Xander would affect her case.
“What’s the nature of your relationship with Xander?”
Rebecca hesitated.
That wasn’t a good sign.
Jason felt his gut tighten.
“Um, that’s kind of hard to explain.”
“Try,” he said, folding his arms over his chest and waiting silently.
He wasn’t giving her an inch. Not now. Not with this. Not when it came to Xander Davis.
Rebecca took a deep breath then exhaled loudly. “Okay. But this may take a while.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Rebecca.”
Jason kept his remarks short and then remained silent. He found that technique to work well when he needed to find out information. People generally liked to talk. They just needed the urging or the right forum to do so. Once they had that it was only a matter of time. He had given Rebecca both. And he wasn’t letting her out of it.
“Fine. I’ll tell you. But only on one condition.”
Jason raised one eyebrow.
She was really in no position to negotiate. He would find out what he needed to know one way or another. Not that he would ever hurt her. But there were other ways. Ways that would coax the answers out of her as she screamed in pleasure. He knew her body better now, knew what she liked.
Yet he was reluctant to do that to Rebecca. That would take something from her. Take away her dignity and take away from the respect that he hoped she had for him. No, he didn’t want it to come to that. He would find out what her condition was then go from there.
“What condition is that?” he asked.
“After I share my information with you, I want you to tell me who you really are,” she said, folding her arms across her chest and giving him a look that said she expected his agreement.
He nodded his head. “Deal.”
His answer came easily. He wanted her to know him, know who he was, what he was about, why he lived the way he did. Of course, he would only tell her what she needed to know. The rest would take time.
“Good,” Rebecca said, returning his nod with her own.
She walked over to the couch and sat down. Like she told Jason, this was going to take a while. Jason sat down in the chair across from her. He said nothing, waiting with an expectant look on his face.
Here goes.
She took a deep breath and began her tale.
“Xander and I met in college, while
attending Arizona State University.”
As she told the story to Jason, her thoughts flew back to the past. Back to her college days, back to the time she began to blossom not only as a woman but also a witch, and back to that fateful time when she met Xander Davis…
Chapter Twelve
Back in Rebecca’s college days…
Arizona State was a big campus, and meeting people with the same interests as yours was difficult unless one joined a club. Rebecca wanted to enjoy the full college experience while she was getting her communication degree and so she did just that. She joined clubs, went to school rallies and even tried a sorority party or two. It was at one of those sorority soirées that she met Xander. He was everything she thought she wanted. Smart, handsome, witty and confident.
At the time he’d gone by the name Alex Davis, and the two of them fell for each other, hard. Although she never joined the sorority she continued to socialize with that crowd while dating Alex. He was a tried and true fraternity boy and he enjoyed spending time with his brothers. However it wasn’t the parties and college life that made he and Rebecca click. It was something more.
It was magic.
And not the magic of chemistry between them, although that had been strong from the beginning. It was the magic of their craft.
Witchcraft.
Rebecca discovered Alex’s powers by accident one day while they were out walking the streets of Tempe during the city’s springtime festival. Mill Avenue was closed off between the bridge and Arizona State University as people strolled up and down, checking out the canopied stalls the vendors had set up for the weekend. She strolled arm in arm with Alex, enjoying a great day, and the next thing she knew Alex stopped abruptly and tensed up. She felt his arm tighten on hers as he pulled her behind him.
“Hey, Alex, what’s up?”