“Little liar.”
He bent his head and nuzzled her ear. “Tell me, Sophie, I’ll give you anything you want.”
Even as naive as Mary Ann was always accusing her of being, Sophie knew he was referring to more than food. She felt her pussy flood.
Sophie’s scent of arousal filled the air. Jake took her mouth without mercy, grinding his cock against her soft belly. His hands slipped between her ass and the wall, and cupped the generous curves. If it wouldn’t scare her to death, he’d turn her around and take her. Hard and fast, fucking her until she was raw, just like he’d warned her he wanted to do earlier.
The woman was going to be the death of him. He hadn’t had sex since he’d smelled her scent four months ago and he couldn’t have sex until he convinced her she was his. Forever.
Yeah, he was so totally screwed.
He broke off the kiss and moved his hands to her waist, a safer location. His thumbs stroked the lower curve of her breasts. Soon he’d be feasting on that flesh. Apparently there was no safe place on Sophie’s body he could touch without going up in flames. Everything, every curve, enticed him and made his imagination run wild.
The woman was going to be the death of him. He jerked away and scrubbed his hands across his face, trying to stay in control. “Stay here. I’ll be back with some food.”
Before Sophie could say anything, he had opened the door and disappeared down the hallway.
* * * * *
Jake came back thirty minutes latter laden with take out bags. Unfortunately for Sophie they were from her favorite Chinese restaurant. She’d told herself she was going to be strong and not eat anything, but the smell wafting from the white bags weakened her resolve. She was hungry, damn it.
“What did you do, mug a delivery boy on his way to a frat party?”
Jake grinned. “I didn’t know what you liked so I got a little bit of everything. Next time I’ll know. Let’s eat in here.” He motioned with the bags to the small room that served as the girls’ living room. Inside sat a three cushion sofa, a beat up recliner, and a big assed television with all the latest electronic gadgets. They did love to watch movies on a big screen.
He whistled when he caught sight of their set-up. “I am impressed with you Sophie.”
She followed him to the sofa, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You need to thank Mary Ann. She’s the electronic guru.”
Hooking a foot beneath the coffee table he pulled it closer, depositing his bounty. He took off his suit jacket and tie and unbuttoned his shirt, yanking it from his trousers.
When he saw Sophie watching him with wide eyes he laughed. “Didn’t you say to make myself more comfortable? I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to change into something more comfortable too.”
Sophie stiffened. “I don’t even remember inviting you in.”
Which was a damn good thing he wasn’t a vampire. He’d been determined to get to his mate and nothing would have stopped him.
He sat down and leaned back against the cushions. She looked like she wanted to turn tail and run again. Which would have suited his wolf just fine. There was nothing like a little hunting before a night of fucking.
“If you don’t like what I’m wearing, Mr. Anderson, you can leave.” Her voice trembled and if he wasn’t mistaken, tears were forming in her eyes.
Damn it. His father had warned him. He knew he had to pull out all the stops and pour on the charm.
“Come here, Sophie.” His voice was gentle. He held out his hand willing her to obey.
He was rewarded seconds later when she placed her hand in his.
Gotcha.
Jake jerked her forward, twisting her when she would have landed face first in his lap. Not that that would have been a bad thing. He planned on convincing her to bring his shower fantasy to life quite soon.
“Jake!”
Her ass landed on his lap. Landed on his semi-erect cock. He grimaced. Maybe that hadn’t been such a smooth move after all. He pulled her forward taking her weight off him and adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. The move pushed her breasts into his chest. Another win, win for him.
He cupped the back of her neck with his hand and forced her head up so he could steal a hard, sweet kiss.
“Now who said anything about what you were wearing?” His gaze racked over her. The jostling had twisted her shirt bunching it around her waist. It exposed the soft folds of her stomach and the swell of her hips. He thought of her belly swollen with his child and his dick hardened to the point of pain. The rigid flesh dug into the flesh of her ass.
“Jake.” She whimpered now, feeling the ridge, feeling his need.
God, she was beautiful. He’d always thought the dissatisfaction he’d felt in the arms of the women over the years was because the women in his life weren’t his mate. Now he knew. Curvy women with love in their eyes were just so much better than skinny bitches with money bags for hearts.
He pushed the hair back from her face. She’d removed what little makeup she’d worn on their date and her face was as freshly scrubbed as a child’s.
He bent to kiss her. His mouth touched her lips softly then retreated. Again and again he kissed her, playing with her, absorbed in the feel of her in his arms and the sweetness of her mouth.
His patience was rewarded when he felt her relax, her softness sinking into his hardness. And boy was he hard. His cock ached to arch up into her. Just as he was starting to turn her and place her legs on either side of his body, Mary Ann walked in.
“Is that food I smell?” She was dressed much the same way Sophie was, but it didn’t look nearly as good on her.
Jake sighed. So much for that thought.
Sophie went to move and his arms tightened around her. “No.”
She tensed for a moment than relaxed back against him.
“Mary Ann, why don’t you get us something to drink?”
“Do you see my notepad in my hand, boss? This is not Anderson Trading Company.”
Jake laughed. His secretary was spunky. “No, but since this was all your idea, help the moment along would you?”
She huffed, but left to get the drinks.
Sophie frowned up at him. “What did she have to do with the takeout?”
He threw back his head and laughed again. God, he felt good.
Mary Ann returned with the drinks and placed them on the coffee table. She tore into the white bags, opening each cardboard box before distributing it. She placed the orange and cashew chicken within his reach along with a soda, fork, and napkins with the usual efficiency she exhibited at the office.
She took three cardboard cartons for herself and settled into the recliner, a napkin tucked into her t-shirt. At the first bit, she sighed in bliss. Taking another mouthful, she mumbled and pointed at him with her chopsticks. “Aren’t you going to feed her, she’s hungry.”
“Damn straight.” Jake shifted Sophie to his other arm, making her squeal and cling to him in fear as if he was about to dump her to floor. He grinned at her and reached for the chicken. Since he loved cashew chicken, the orange must be Sophie’s favorite. The fork was forgone as he feed her with his fingers.
She hesitated at first then opened her mouth like a baby bird taking sustenance from its mother. He sure as hell didn’t feel like her parent. And he sure could think of other things he’d like to feed into her mouth. His dick, which had settled down when Mary Ann appeared, perked back up.
“Jake.”
He grinned and held the glass to her lips for her to drink. He also ground her ass against his dick, making himself ache, but so worth the look on her face.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You do so like to say my name, darling. I can’t wait for you to scream it when I make you come.”
Sophie tried not to strangle on the sip of soda she’d just taken.
She had no idea what on earth was happening. She’d started the day wondering how she was going to get Jake’s attention, got his attention, walked out on him, and now sat draped across his lap while he hand fed her orange chicken.
Jake must have seen the confusion in her eyes. He tapped her nose and said, “Don’t worry about it. It will all make sense soon enough.”
Instead of reassuring her, it confused her even more. Understand what? That her boss had lost his everlasting mind?
“Have some more chicken.”
She ate while Jake and Mary Ann talked about things they needed to do next week. All the while he continued to feed her, tempting her with the rest of the food spread out on the coffee table. Soon, she found herself growing sleepy, soothed by the rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his embrace. She placed her hand inside his shirt and fell asleep.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Mary Ann voice was quiet in the early morning silence.
Jake stroked Sophie’s head, loving the feel of her soft brown hair.
“What I’m doing? I thought this was a group effort?”
“Excuse me?” Mary Ann’s voice held a note of shock.
Jake’s eyebrows rose. “What a dirty little mind you have. The group I was referring to was you and my father and your efforts to throw Sophie and me together at every opportunity you’ve had. My father hates coffee.”
She had the grace to blush. “I just hope you know how special she is.”
“You’ve no idea exactly how special.”
Mary Ann rose to her feet and gathered the remains of their dinner. “Her bedroom is on the left hand side. Try not to make too much noise, would you?”
“And deprive you of an apparent sexual fantasy?”
She threw an egg roll at his head. Naturally he caught it before it made its mark.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jake waited until he heard Mary Ann’s bedroom door close before he woke Sophie. He knew he should let her sleep; she’d had a very trying day. She looked so innocent and pure that he almost had second thoughts about claiming her. His wolf growled.
Alright boy, we’ll claim her, he reassured his animal. His dick twitched in agreement.
She sighed in her sleep, snuggling deeper against him. He bent his head to kiss her mouth. It was as soft and sweet as he remembered. He moved to her jaw, pressing quick kisses along its curve. At her ear he stopped, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting softly. “It’s time to wake up Sophie.”
She stirred, arching her neck. He continued his kisses down the side of her throat, his tongue coming out to lick the skin between her shoulder and neck. She tasted like ambrosia.
He still hesitated though. He knew once he made love to Sophie it would be hard to let her go, if not down right impossible. He knew she wanted him, he’d smelled her desire on more than one occasion. He thought she might love him.
He knew she was his mate, but was he ready for a mate? He’d just taken on the responsibility of the pack and the company. Did he have the time to devote to a woman, a mate? Damn straight he did. The company and pack meant little when compared to Sophie. But there was still the little matter of telling her what he was.
How did you tell the woman you loved, a human woman, that you were a thing of myths and magic? He stroked his tongue down her throat, nibbling on her collar bone.
His conscience wrestled with his libido.
His libido won.
He was going to claim his mate.
He nipped her ear again, this time not so gently. “Wake up Sophie. It’s time to get fucked by a wolf.”
Sophie woke with a start. She didn’t remember falling asleep. She remembered being in Jake’s arms and then nothing. Holy crap, she was still in Jake’s arms.
He was leaning down, his mouth curved in a wolfish grin.
“Time to wake up little red riding hood and pay for your supper.”
“What?” She was still out of it.
Well not so out of it she didn’t feel the rigid length of his cock pressing against her backside. She twisted, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat.
“That’s it baby. Feel me want you.”
Of course, Sophie immediately went a still as a mouse. “I don’t understand.”
Jake arched his hips. “What’s not to understand?”
This time he made her moan.
He rose from the couch, lifting her in his arms with seemingly no effort at all.
“Put me down, I’m too heavy.”
She was way too heavy for a man to carry, even one as strong and well built as Jake. She sighed. There was so much she wanted to do and experience, but she was realistic enough to know her weight prohibited some of those activities. Activities like getting fuck by a . . . wolf? What a minute, is that what Jake had said?
“What did you say to me?” she asked. He’d reached her bedroom door and kicked it open with his foot. She didn’t know how he saw in the darkness, but he walked directly to the bed avoiding all the obstacles that would have had her tripping – a pair of shoes, a small footstool, her coat from yesterday. Sophie never anticipated having a man in her bedroom so she didn’t exhibit good housekeeping skills where no one could see them. At least she had made up her bed this morning.
“I’m sorry it’s so messy. I never expected to uh, you know.”
He laid her on the bed, following her down. “You didn’t expect me to be in your bed tonight?”
“No, I thought maybe, well hoped anyway.” She paused. “I thought that if any thing happened, it would be in your bed.”
She didn’t know what good deed she might have performed in a former life, but she was glad she was being rewarded in this one. Jake lay beside her stretched out in all his masculine glory.
“We’ll go to my place later. I just needed to get you to the nearest flat surface.”
“You didn’t like the sofa?”
“Hell no, I’ve got to have room to move around.” He arched over her, taking her wrists in one of his big hands. His other tunneled its way up her t-shirt, skirting her belly.
Sophie shifted instinctively trying to dislodge his hand. She never liked anyone to touch her there. Even though all of her was big – her legs, her arms, her butt, her boobs, it was the extra padding around her stomach that bothered her the most. The others could be camouflaged with clothing. But not the belly.
Oh hell, she thought, panicking, none of it could be camouflaged when you were naked.
She jerked at her wrists. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
Jake’s hand stopped its upward movement, coming to a halt just beneath her right breast. His huge palm lay there like a brand of fire, his thumb lazily stroking her ribcage.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Umm, is that a nothing like the I’m not hungry crap you gave me at the restaurant?”
She wiggled, trying to escape from beneath him. He merely rested more of his weight against her holding her in place.
“Look at me Sophie.”
She started to tremble. She was so not ready for this. She’d thought she was, but she wasn’t. “Let me go.”
“No.”
Her eyes flew open. “No?”
“No.” He grinned.
“Now listen here.”
Her face was flushed, her eyes glittered with temper. If she’d been a wolf her fur would have bristled. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should tell her exactly what she was getting herself into. She was about to become the mate of an alpha wolf.
“No, you listen, and listen well, Sophie. I am going to fuck you.” She was beautiful and he wanted her more than he wanted his next breath. His gaze bore into hers.
Her breathing increased and she shifted on the bed.
“Oh
, you like the thought of that don’t you sweetheart? You like the thought of my dick sliding into that tight little pussy of yours.”
“No, I don’t want this anymore.” She wanted it more than her next breath.
“Little liar.”
Before she could say anything, he took one hand and ripped her t-shirt from top to bottom, exposing her heaving breasts. She didn’t wear a bra to bed, no matter that some experts said it helped with sagging issues later in life. Bras were just too damn uncomfortable.
“Damn.”
Sophie’s eyes filled with tears. She knew she was fat and ugly. Why was he tormenting her like this? Teasing her then rejecting her? She bucked against him, determined to get away. “Let me up.”
Jake realized his mistake almost immediately; she thought he hated the sight of her. Nothing could be further from the truth. The sight of her bare breasts had floored him. They were perfect. The huge mounds of flesh sat on her chest like ripe melons, ready to be picked. The centers were dark, almost brown. Her nipples were engorged, turgid points of pleasure.
“Dear God, Sophie, you are perfect.” He bent his head and took her in his mouth. He groaned as he suckled her, tasted her.
He was so screwed.
Sophie arched her back as Jake took her in his mouth. His tongue flicked her nipple causing it to swell even more. To swell until it hurt. His switched to the other side, making that nipple as sore as the first one.
God, it felt so good.
He pushed her breast up, opening his mouth wider as if trying to get the whole of it inside.
“You are so damn sweet, baby,” he mumbled around a mouthful of her flesh. “God I’ve got to fuck you.”
Sophie blinked as he moved away, tearing at his clothes. Within seconds he stood before her naked, his chest heaving as if he’d run a long way. His chest was as lovely as she’d remembered. His waist was thick but sleek. He was just a big man. Her eyes lowered. He was a big, big man. His cock hung down his left thigh, heavy and distended. She’d never seen a man that big. She was fairly certain few women ever had.
“Sit up,” he commanded.
His words broke through her trance. At once she realized she was sprawled across her bed, her shirt ripped from collar to hem, a pair of very unattractive sweats hiding the lower half of her body from his gaze.
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