What in the hell had she been thinking? She’d only had two lovers in her entire life. One in college when she was slightly smaller and the other just a few years ago. Both experiences had been major disappointments. For her and for them. They had been very vocal in their disappointment.
She turned over, intent on crawling off the side of the bed.
“Not again, my love.” She wasn’t sure how, but he stood on her side of the bed, blocking her escape. “There will be no more running away from me. You wouldn’t like the end of the chase. Up you go.”
He lifted her from the bed, standing her upright before him. Sophie didn’t know whether to cry, get mad or sink into him. He pushed the torn shirt from her shoulders, caressing her arms as it slid down her back. “So, so beautiful.”
Sophie grabbed his biceps. “I’m not, Jake. Please don’t say that. I’d be a fool not to take what you’re offering, but I want to be realistic about this. I know you’re not attracted to me.”
Jake gave a bark of laughter. He took her hand and placed it over his cock, forcing her to stroke him as she had done at the restaurant. “If this doesn’t say attraction, I don’t know what does, baby.”
“It says you want to fuck.”
“Oh, what a dirty little mouth you have on you. I love it.” He swooped down, taking said mouth in a kiss that could melt the panties off a fifty year old virgin.
“I want you, Sophie. Please let me have you.” He thrust his hands beneath the waist of her sweats, pushing them down her legs. Sophie closed her eyes and gave into the inevitable. She was about to get fucked by her boss.
Her pussy swelled and moistened even more. Oh great, just one more thing to be embarrassed about. At least he hadn’t turn on the light.
“No, but next time I will.”
She hadn’t realized she’d spoken out loud. Her eyes popped open, his voice had come from below her waist. He sat on his haunches before her, his eyes level with her hated belly. He pushed her pants off her feet one at a time. When they were off, he didn’t move, just sat gazing at her. His hands stroked back up her legs, squeezing as he went. When he came to the cheeks of her buttocks, his grip became tighter.
“Open for me, Sophie.” He tugged her legs apart, throwing her off balance. She grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling. Her breasts swayed forward and he took one in his mouth, biting the nipple.
“That’s a good girl.” He pressed a kiss right below her belly button. “This is beautiful Sophie. Your soft belly and thighs. You don’t know what it does to me thinking about how you’ll feel beneath me, taking me deep inside. Knowing you can take me. That I won’t hurt you if I’m a little rough.”
He placed kisses down the outside of her leg, making his way back up the inside. He nipped where her leg met her body. “Do you like it rough, baby?”
Sophie couldn’t help the little shiver that raced through her. Lord only knew her experience was limited. She hadn’t had a chance to figure out what she liked and what she didn’t. Instinctively she knew anything Jake liked, she’d like too.
“But first, I need to make you come. I need you so wet and slick you take me with the first thrust.”
Without warning he lifted her legs and threw her back on the bed. Somehow he managed to break her fall and support her head while still keeping her legs apart.
Jake growled when he saw his woman spread out before him. Her mousy brown hair was alive with color, her breasts heaved with excitement and her pussy. Well, poets couldn’t describe her pussy, much less a wolf like himself. The hair was a darker brown than that on her head, but even lovelier. It was wet with her juices. Juices he couldn’t wait to taste. He sank to his knees, spreading her legs further apart.
“Jake.” Her hands came down to cover herself.
He snapped at her knuckles. “You don’t get to say my name again until your coming, Sophie. Which should be in about two minutes. Now move your hands.”
When she didn’t he took them and placed them on either side of her. “Now stay.”
He leaned down, inhaling her wonderful scent. He knew a lot of men, stupid human bastards, didn’t like to go down on a woman, but it was one of his most favorite things to do in bed. There was nothing like tasting the essence of a woman you had aroused. He nuzzled her thigh, drawing out the moment when he would taste his mate.
He placed his hands under her hips and lifted her to his mouth. It was heaven. She tasted of desire and lust and love. The tangy flavor of life. He stroked his tongue down her slit, a long slow caress. She jerked at the first touch trying to close her legs. He growled, the wolf rising to the surface.
“Don’t,” he warned.
She stilled, but didn’t relax.
There was only one way to deal with a stubborn woman, wear down her will. He applied more pressure as he stroked, forcing her to feel the rough ridges of his tongue. He would tease her later, right now he needed to make her come just a fast as he could. He licked upward, finding her clit.
Oh yeah, he thought as she jerked, right there. He reached up with one hand to squeeze her breast. Again and again he tongued her. In seconds her juices flowed steadily. He tasted them with every stroke. He grinned against the lips of her cunt when her hands came down to grip his head.
He stroked faster. Sensing she was nearing her climax, he took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezed. He new the nub was turning white from the pressure he was applying. Wolf that he was, he wanted her to remember her first orgasm with her mate as a thing of dominance and control. He wanted her to remember that he, and only he, would be the one to give her pleasure for the rest of her life.
His efforts were rewarded when she screamed his name.
* * * * *
Sophie struggled to breath. Her body shook and her mind swirled with colors. If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn someone had drugged her. She felt that good.
“Open your eyes, Sophie.”
She did, looking down her body. She couldn’t believe she’d just allowed him to perform oral sex on her. Without protesting. How much more revealing could it get than that?
She didn’t see much over the swell of her breasts until a dark head rose from between her thighs. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were glowing and his skin was stretched taunt across his check bones.
Whoa, back up the train, girl. His eyes were glowing?
She looked back quickly. Yep, his eyes were glowing. There was no mistaking it this time.
He bowed his head and continued to move up her body, placing kisses on the top of her thigh, the swell of her belly, the underside of her breast.
“Uh, Jake.”
“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice was muffled. He was sucking her nipple. Again.
“Your, ah, your eyes are glowing?” It came out as a question.
“I know.” He continued to lick and suck.
“You know?”
“Yep.”
Sophie frowned. So what did that mean?
“Oww!” She yelped when he bit down hard on her nipple.
“You’re not paying attention to me,” Jake growled, looking at her. His eyes were once again the dark rich color she had come to love, but there was a look in them she had never seen before. The look of a predator hunting its prey.
Now why had that thought popped into her head?
All of the sudden she was just a tad frightened, much as she’d been in his office just a few short days ago. Jake Anderson was a very dominate man. The way he had manipulated her just now, well she had to be honest here, seduced her, was proof he was a man who went after what he wanted. He appeared to want her. According to Mary Ann, if you found a man who gave good head you should hang on to him. Jake Anderson gave good head. But what was with the glowing eyes?
She weighed her options. She could stop this now, wallow in her self-deprecating
doubts and die an old maid. Or, she could reach out and grab life with both hands. Having felt the thrust of his cock on her backside she knew it would definitely take both hands to hold Jake Anderson.
Jake eventually worked his way up her body. He rested his elbows on either side of here body, caging her in. He kept his weight from crushing her. “Are you afraid of me, Sophie?”
“No,” she answered truthfully.
“Good. I don’t want you to be afraid of me ever. No matter what.”
Sophie reached up and ran her hands through his hair. The long locks fell forward giving him an almost boyish look.
“Are you about to confess you have a wife and three kids tucked away somewhere in Europe?”
Jake gave a short bark of laughter. “No.”
“But?”
He rolled off her to sit on the edge of the bed. Dare he tell her now, before he made love with her? He didn’t want to, afraid she would run, but his conscience was eating away at him. Before he marked her, and he knew he would mark her if he ever got his dick inside her sweet pussy, she deserved to know exactly what he was.
Sophie scooted to the top of the bed and grabbed the corner of the comforter. She threw the cover over her naked body. Oh hell. She might have known it was too good to be true. What was he about to confess to her? He was a cross dresser, a closet gamer? Surely if he had any really disgusting habits, Mary Ann would have known? More than likely he had just come to his sense and decided he didn’t want to have sex with an above average sized woman.
“It’s okay,” she sighed. “I understand if you’ve changed your mind.”
He turned to glare at her. “I have not changed my damn mind, woman. I’m trying to tell you something here.”
“Well tell me already,” she snapped. “I need to get some sleep.”
“I’m going to have to do something about that smart mouth of yours.”
“Try it.” She bared her teeth at him, once again reminding him of a female wolf. Suddenly he knew it was going to be alright. She wasn’t going to allow him to get away with shit. Yes, she might submit to him, sexually, but only when she chose to do so.
He turned on the bed seeing her huddled beneath the cover. He’d have to break her of her need to hide her beautiful body from him. He could think of several ways of accomplishing that, ways that would leave them both exhausted and spent.
“I’m a wolf, Sophie.”
She blinked. “Come again?”
“Not possible, since I’ve not had that opportunity yet.”
She continued to look at him.
“Bad joke, I know.”
He crawled toward her, flicking the cover off before pulling her down flat on the bed. “I’m a wolf. I’m very, very old. My pack has been in Roanoke since before the first settlers landed.”
“A werewolf?” He was surprised at the lack of shock in her voice.
“That’s what Hollywood calls us. We’re more magic than myth. My people were gifted with the ability take human form many millennium ago.”
Seeing the questions swirling in her eyes he sighed. There would be no sex until she had her answers. He wrapped his arms around her, turning them on their sides facing each other.
“I don’t understand.”
“All you need to understand is that I want you Sophie. I want to mark you as mine. Do you trust me?”
Sophie lay stunned. She didn’t know whether to laugh at the joke the universe was playing on her or scream for Mary Ann to come rescue her.
“You’re a wolf?” How could this living, breathing most gorgeous specimen of a man be a wolf? “I don’t believe you.”
“You do. What did you see when you came into my office? What did you see just now?”
“Your eyes glowed.”
“Yes, and if you had looked closer you would have seen my claws were extended. It took all I had to control my animal when I licked you. He loved the taste of you and wanted to claim you.”
His hands wondered over her body, stroking her from hip and thigh, running up her back to cup her neck then start all over again. She shivered, barely resisting the urge to press her body against him. How she loved to be touched.
Feeling her shiver, Jake decided to cut through all the crap and claim her. After he marked her he’d answer all her questions.
He thrust against her letting her feel his engorged dick. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he swore to God his balls were going to fall off. He moved her leg, placing if over his hip. The move opened her to him. Like a magnet his cock found the warm slickness. He groaned and started to thrust.
“Let me see your wolf.”
Jake shook his head. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”
“But I want to see,” she protested.
Jake tightened his hand on her thigh. The first time he had her naked beneath him, captive to his whims, the woman wanted him to let lose his beast? Not bloody likely. “I’m hanging on by a thread here. I need to fuck you.”
“So?”
A black eyebrow arched. “Is there something you want to tell me, Sophie?”
It took a moment for her to understand. Her face turned that delightful shade of red and he grinned.
“No! I don’t, I wouldn’t.” She trailed off then looked at him with a serious expression. “Do you, you know have to in order to, uh.”
Jake threw back his head and laughed. He’d known being with Sophie would be the greatest experience of his life, but he hadn’t realized he’d feel like this. Light-hearted, free almost. In the past, sex had been sex. No necessarily wham bam thank you ma’am, after all he was a wolf of some repute when it came to the ladies, but he didn’t indulge in the wooing or courting of a woman like some of his pack mates. No, when he decided he wanted a woman, he approached her, propositioned her, and then fucked her. He couldn’t remember when he’d last been turned down.
He looked own at the face of his mate and thanked the powers that be that she was his. “No, darling, I don’t have to be in wolf form to make love with you.”
“Oh,” her mouth made a motion as if pouting.
He kissed her throat. “But if you want to try it, I’m game.”
“Jake!”
She pushed at his shoulders, as if to move him away. Not gonna happen, he thought as he took one large nipple in his mouth. Her hands relaxed, massaging his traps.
“Oh,” she said again when he took the other breast in his hand and squeezed. This time it was a much different sounding word.
“I need to love you, Sophie.”
And love her he did.
Rolling them over until he rose above her, he nudged her legs completely apart. Her mound was soft and padded, covered in lush hair. He was glad she didn’t shave or cream or wax or whatever the hell women used these days to take away the soft covering of their treasures. Sappy sounding, but true. A woman’s body was a gift to man. And no one knew that better than a wolf. They knew the continuance of their race rested in the fertile depths of a woman’s body, in the graciousness of their love.
They also knew how damn good it felt to sink into said depths.
His hand trembled as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head along her cunt. The juices he’d had a hand, or tongue, in creating, coated him. He hoped like hell he’d made her wet and pliable enough to take him.
He looked up her body at the roundness of her thighs, the depth of hips. Her belly, one of his favorite parts of her body, formed a swell of flesh. He imagined the day when it swelled even more as she protected and nurtured their children growing within the depths of her body.
Cum threatened to pump from his body, eager to start that process.
Her breasts were too large to flatten against her chest, instead they rolled to the sides. He reached up and cupped them together, squeezing and massaging. Her nipples stood at attention. He ben
t down to taste them. He’d never get tired of tasting them.
Placing his arm under her shoulder, he brought them to his mouth. His other hand slid across her slit, rubbing her flesh. “Do you want me, Sophie?” he murmured. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Sophie whimpered and arched against his
“That’s a good girl,” he encouraged. “I need you wet, Sophie. Real wet.”
His palm cupped her mound and pushed one finger inside her. He continued to suck and lick her breasts, delighted when her areoles crinkled. Slowly he pushed in another finger. “You are so damn tight. You’re gonna make me come just putting my head inside.”
He pushed his fingers in and out, kissing her neck, her breast, whispering the raw sexy things he was going to do with her and to her. He felt her resistance slipping away. She was still tense, but now with excitement, not trepidation that he might find her wanting or defective in some way. He was going to show her in a hundred and one, no a million and one, different ways how much he loved her body. How much he loved her.
He now had three fingers inside her, the walls of her cunt stretched. “How long as it been, baby? How long has it been since you felt a cock deep inside you?”
His wolf snarled. He didn’t want to know how many men had loved Sophie before, but that’s were the man outsmarted the animal. Jake knew that no matter how many there had been before him, and he knew just by feeling of her, it hadn’t been many, that his cock was going to be last one she ever had. That gave him the security he needed to make this as perfect as he could. That’s not to say he wasn’t about to fuck her brains out so she forgot about those other losers entirely.
He took his hand and guided himself to her warmth. Pushing, he drove steadily inside. First his head. Oh, the feel of the tip sinking into the wetness – there was no other sensation like it. Then his length. Inch by inch she took him. There would be no slow going now. Again, the animal wanted to dominate and Jake had no problem with that.
“Jake.”
Beauty and the Wolf Page 6