“I wasn’t running. I was walking. Until that man stopped me.”
He slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt letting it hang open to the waist.
“Away. From. Me.”
Her stubborn little chin came up again.
“So?”
“So you never run away from a wolf, sweetheart. It just makes us want to chase you.” He grinned, showing his even white teeth. And the canines that had lengthened. He would definitely be marking his mate again.
Last night they’d talked. He’d told her all he knew about his heritage. He’d explained his position in the pack and what being the alpha meant. He’d also told her about mates and mating. He hadn’t actually asked her to be his mate, just stated that she was.
“Easy baby, I’m not going to hurt you. Much.”
Another step, another slow sexy grin.
She wondered wildly if she could make it past him and out the door.
“Not gonna a happen. Just take your punishment like a good girl.”
Damn, could the man read her mind? She studied his face. He was angry, that was a given. She also sensed hurt and a great deal of worry.
“What the hell do you think you were doing, Sophie? If my man hadn’t stopped you, you could have gotten hurt.”
“So?”
“So you are never, ever to do that again. If you have a problem with me, talk to me. Don’t run away. Or I will come after you and I will punish you, just like now.”
He jerked her to him, gripping the back of her neck. His mouth slammed down on hers. The kiss was hard, savage. Definitely dominant and dominating. Damn, Sophie thought, this was hot.
Her hands reached up to grip the collar of his open shirt.
He reached behind her and swept the files and folders from his desk. “Down,” he growled. He gently turned her around and pushed her facedown on his desk.
“Jake!” she squeaked.
“Oh, I so love it when you say my name. I love it even more when you scream it as you come. And, baby, I’m about to make you come like never before.”
He held her by the neck preventing her from twisting away. With the other he raised her skirt. It was a made of gauzy material that was easily flipped up over her back. “Dear God woman, your ass is magnificent.”
Sophie cringed in embarrassment. No one had ever seen her butt this way. Never. She’d never allowed a man to take her from behind even though she’d always wanted to. Thank heavens she wasn’t wearing her granny panties. She’d dressed in a matching boy briefs and bra, anticipating the evening she hoped to have with Jake. They were a royal blue and she knew they looked good with her skin tone. She’d worn three inch heels and also knew they made her legs look sexy as hell. She’d spent a good portion of her morning examining herself in the mirror, trying to see what Jake had seen in her. She knew he’d liked what he saw, they’d made love deep into the morning hours. In fact, she was sore today and it felt good.
Wait, that had been a pack of lies. He’d told his father he didn’t want her as a mate.
Whack.
The palm of Jake’s hand landed on her left cheek.
Whack, whack, whack. He bent to whisper in her ear. “You look so goddamn hot right now all I want to do is shove my cock inside you and fuck you as hard as I can. Then feed my cock into that sassy little mouth and make you suck me dry. Did I ever tell you about the fantasy I had that first day in my office? It involved the shower and you on your knees.”
Again and again his hand made contact with her butt, alternating between the two halves.
Sophie bit her lip trying not to cry out. He wasn’t causing severe pain, but he was making himself known to her backside. He was also arousing her. That’s what kept her quiet.
Jake stopped the spanking. He still held her to the desk. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard the rustle of clothing. She felt cool air on her heated backside as he pulled down her underwear. “What are you doing Jake? Haven’t you done enough?” She let just a hint of pain enter her voice. She wanted sympathy damn it. “You were the one who said you didn’t want me as a mate.”
Jake stopped for a moment then went on with whatever it was he was doing.
The next thing Sophie felt was the warmth of his body covering hers. He’d been getting naked is what he’d been doing. The hair on his thighs brushed hers as he settled his dick in he cleft of her buttocks. His nipples scrapped her back and she felt them tighten in response. She thought only women loved rubbing their nipples against something. Apparently not. He surrounded her with his body, his folded arms embracing her.
“You heard me and my father, didn’t you?”
Sophie sighed and rested her check against the smooth finish of his desk. She closed her eyes. “Yes.”
“So far I’ve scared you, apparently rejected you and now spanked you in my office. I guess you don’t like this room right now do you?”
She tried to throw him a glare over her shoulder. No way was she telling him the spanking hadn’t been so bad. Who knew she’d like that?
“Let’s see if I can give you a better memory.” He pulled back slightly then pushed forward. His cock nudged the entrance of her pussy. He rocked back and forth, easing himself inside. Her legs were together, making his entrance difficult.
“Relax baby, let me in.” He nibbled on her ear, kissing the soft tender skin below. He licked her neck, blowing on the wetness. Shivers reached down here spine. Her pussy flooded and spasmed. He was about to take her from behind, about to make one of her greatest sexual fantasies come true.
He reached down and grabbed her where her ass and leg met. He forced her legs apart, making additional room for himself. He thrust hard and she took several more inches. The spanking had aroused her, and now they both knew it. Her juices coated the head of his cock. He laughed harshly in her ear biting the lobe. “You liked that didn’t you? You liked being spanked?”
He grounded himself inside her, pushing to the hilt. “How do you like being fucked by the big, bad wolf?”
His arm slid beneath her, forcing her body up slightly so the edge of the desk didn’t bite into her thighs. His other hand still held her open. He humped into her, sliding in and out with such force that if he hadn’t been holding her in place, she would have flew across the desk.
Jake clenched his teeth trying not to come. Her pussy was hot and wet, clinging to his cock each time he pulled out. He moved the hand he had beneath her, cupping her breast. He gave it a hard squeeze and was rewarded by the backward moment of her hips. He found the nipple and pinched.
“You are my woman. My mate. My heart.” With one last thrust he started coming. As his seed emptied into her body, he bent his head, finding the curve between her neck and shoulder. As those before him had done for hundred of years, he marked his mate.
Again.
* * * * *
Hours later, Jake held Sophie in his arms, reclining on his huge king-sized bed. After he’d “punished” his new mate, he’d taken her home. And fucked her again. And again. She was now draped over him like a living blanket, too tired to move. He stroked her back lazily. Every so often his hand wondered further down, cupping the cheek of her ass. He grinned into her hair when he felt the warmth that still lingered there. His mate had taken her punishment like a good girl.
“So help me, Jake Anderson, if you’re grinning, I swear I’ll cut your heart out and feed it to a, a –” She sputtered to a stop. “What’s a wolf’s most dangerous enemy, anyway?”
Jake barked his laughter. “We don’t have any, sweetheart. We are top of the food chain.”
Sophie propped herself up on her hands. “What about vampires? Do they exist?”
Jake shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.”
“Jake,” she growled. Lord, he loved her when she growled. He’d make a wolf out of her yet.
“Yes, they do exist, but wolves are still top of the food chain.” He bent his head and gave her a quick, hard kiss. “The only person I have to worry about shredding my heart is you. I love you Sophie.”
She was silent for a moment, studying him with her serious brown eyes. “I guess this is pretty serious then?”
“Yes, Sophie this is serious.”
She studied the man whose body she now knew almost an intimately as her own. A body, thanks to him she was coming to appreciate even more. He loved her curves, he loved her over sized butt and burgeoning breasts. He loved her.
But OMG, he was a wolf.
Really, when she and Mary Ann had concocted their plan, all she had hoped for was sex with him maybe once or twice.
Now. Now he had revealed his deepest secrets and claimed her as a mate. Her hand stroked the side of her neck. The place where he’d bit her, now twice, was still sore, but there was no wound, just the faint pink scar. It scared her how fast she had healed. They hadn’t talked about the effects of his bite, but somehow she knew it had changed her somehow.
“Sophie? Are you ignoring me, Sophie?” Jake’s question was laced with humor.
“What did you say?” She blinked as his words broke through her fog. When she saw the wicked grin spread across his sensuous lips she didn’t know what to say so said the first thing to come to her mind. “But I just wanted you to be my fuck buddy.”
“What!”
“That’s what Mary Ann thought I should do, just go up to you and ask you to be my fuck buddy.”
Jakes twisted and she landed on her back, crushed beneath his weight. “I see I’m going to have to limit the time you spend with her. A man with a less healthy ego may have felt betrayed by that remark. But I don’t have that problem.”
He cupped her head with his hands, holding her in a loving embrace. “I want more than that with you. I know you’re thinking of orange blossoms, white dresses and babies, Sophie.”
Sophie’s mouth widened in surprise.
He placed a lingering kiss on her opened mouth. “I really hope you’re thinking of babies.”
He bent to kiss her again. His tongue licked the seam of her mouth, asking permission to come inside. Without hesitation she opened to him.
Who was she to say no to the big, bag wolf?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lynn Richards is actually the writing team of two best friends. Having tried the traditional route to publish, we decided to jump on the indie express. We would love to hear from you at [email protected]. Please give us your comments, suggestions or criticism. (How can you improve if everyone is telling you how wonderful you are? LOL) Tell us what type of books you want to read and what type of characters you want to read about and we'll try and get the voices in our heads to cooperate.
If you liked Beauty and the Wolf, check out Leader of the Pack.
“You don’t have to do this, Emily,” Jared stroked her hair. “I am fine now.”
His words ended in a gasp of pure torment as she lowered her mouth to him. Her lips barely fit over the round, ridged head. Pulling back, she ran her tongue down his length again, savoring the musky scent at the nest of curls surrounding his cock. She licked the sides with her small, pink tongue, thoroughly wetting the surface
She reached inside his jeans and removed his balls. Using her thumb and index finger she squeezed between the two rocks, making him jump.
“Where the hell did you learn that?” he growled. A drop of pre-cum coated his reddened head. She licked it away. She didn’t answer him, instead she did again. Jared bucked his hips and squirted again.
She sat back on her heels, looking at his glistening flesh. Wrapping both hands around him, she gripped him hard, pumping up and down until a steady stream of pre-cum poured from the slit.
He growled and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her mouth to him. “You damn well better finish what you started you little witch.”
Slowly she willed her jaws to relax and took him, inch, by glorious inch. Jared’s hands fell away, both going behind him to grab the counter. He thrust his hips forward but allowed her to set the pace. Opening herself to him, she took him to the back of her throat and a little beyond. Again and again she bobbed her head up and down, her hands stroking the part left untouched by her mouth. To build the pleasure she would stop suddenly, releasing him completely to run her tongue over the mushroom head, only to take him as far as she could down her throat. Within minutes Jared’s hands were back, holding her still as he rammed himself down her throat in short squat thrusts. Sensing he was about to climax, Emily’s hand went to his sac once again, pressing down hard. Jared howled as he exploded down her throat.
Before Emily could think of a graceful way to rise to her feet – and wipe the liquid from her lips – Jared reached down and pulled her to her feet, his hands gentle beneath her arms.
“Thank you, baby.” He put her arms around his neck and bent to kiss her mouth.
“No,” Emily protested turning her face around. “You can’t kiss me now.”
“Oh, yes, I can,” he grinned. “I want to taste me inside you.” He thrust his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted himself and her. Always her.
“And you’ll kiss me after I’ve licked every inch of you. And you’ll love it,” he said.
He picked her up and headed for the loft. Once there, he tossed her to the middle of the bed. For several moments he just stood and stared down at her, remembering their passion of just a few hours before in the woods. He had taken her shamelessly, using her body and its natural responses to bind her to him. Just the memory of her wet, warm sheath surrounding him had him hard and ready again. She had been hot and tight. Warm and welcoming. Looking down at her he knew he couldn’t take her again. It was too soon. While Emily had not been a virgin, her body had revealed to him that she had not had many lovers. Maybe one or two, quite some time ago. But just thinking about the men in Emily’s past had a red haze clouding his eyes.
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