by R. A. Sears
Moaning softly into his lips, I slid his shirt up as far as I could, wanting to feel all that solid flesh bare against my own. Jynxx reluctantly broke the kiss, thick muscles flexing deliciously as he sat back and peeled his red shirt off, flinging it aside carelessly. I leaned up and wrapped my arms around him, licking, sucking, and biting at the chiseled planes of his abs. He practically purred at the tender torture, running his fingers into my hair and lightly gripping a fistful of it.
I took some of his flesh into my mouth, sucking hard at it until he cried out. I drew back to blow lightly on the moisture and admire my handiwork, grinning as I saw the reddened skin already purpling. “Jesus...” Jynxx murmured.
A husky laugh bubbled from my lips, his next words drawing my gaze up the long line of his body to meet his heated gaze. “Has anyone ever called you a sin, Kaysh?”
I shook my head, my lust-fogged brain not quite following his logic. “Why?”
He smirked and pushed me gently onto my back. “Because I feel like doing something bad...”
I was almost at a loss as to how it happened, but somehow in between all the kisses and the sensation of his hot fingers against my bare skin, we both ended up stripped down to just our underwear. He lowered his hips, the feel of the hard weight of him pressing against me through the thin material of my panties tearing a soft moan from my throat.
Jynxx’s hand slid up the inside of my smooth thigh, teasingly brushing his fingers against me through the damp black silk. Soon, they too were gone. His fingers danced across that wet flesh, his touch electric. Without warning, he slipped two fingers inside, softly exploring as he inched them in deeper.
I arched my hips to meet the gentle thrusts of his now-slick digits, a heavy warmth starting to build low in my belly, and he kissed me deeply as he suddenly withdrew. A soft murmur of disappointment was torn from me, and Jynxx chuckled against my lips. “Patience, kitten.” His words were soft and he leaned in to lightly suck on my lower lip, sitting back and stripping himself of the last barrier between us.
Gazing down at the hard, gleaming length of him, I reached out to tentatively touch him with my fingers. My hands traveled over him in soft exploration, feeling the already stiffened flesh grow harder beneath that gentle touch. I lightly flicked my fingertips against the sensitive ridge of skin on the underside of his shaft, drawing a soft gasp from the Wolf King above me. Curling my fingers around him, I lightly rolled my thumb around on the impossibly smooth head, feeling the slight moisture there.
He slowly untangled my fingers, giving my hand a soft squeeze as he reached back to get something. I watched as he took the condom from the wrapper and unrolled it onto himself. He leaned forward then, his body covering mine almost protectively as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked softly, his breathing heavy as his eyes held mine.
I chuckled against his lips, looking up into his eyes with a small smile. “I don’t just want this, I want you. Don’t have a sudden attack of conscience now, Jynxx...” I returned the gentle kiss and cupped his face in my hand. “If I didn’t want this, I would have stopped you before now.”
“I just don’t want you to hate me, and yourself, for this later...” He murmured, gently brushing a lock of damp hair away from my face.
I gave him a smile at how careful he was being. “I know you don’t want to hurt me, but a little pain is worth it. Don’t you think?”
He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. “I don’t want to hurt you at all, but… If it starts to hurt too much, just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Mhmm. Scout’s honor. Let’s see if you’re as good as my dreams have been, Jynxxie,” I whispered with a little laugh.
Jynxx smiled and kissed me deeply, trying to distract me as he slowly slid all of that velvet wrapped marble inside of me. A sharp cry of pain rose in my throat at the sudden sensation of being parted and stretched. It wasn’t what I was expecting, and it actually brought tears to my eyes. After what seemed to be an eternity, his length was at last completely sheathed inside my virgin flesh. He stilled his hips for a few moments, allowing my body to adjust to the sheer size of him.
As the hurt began to fade away, a tingling pleasure swelled to the surface, promising to take over if I could tough it out. The dissipating pain made me realize how big he actually was, and he was just the perfect size, so our bodies were perfectly melded together.
He softly said my name again and I opened my eyes, not realizing they’d been squeezed shut. “You still alright?” he asked, his dark eyes soft with concern.
I nodded and he kissed the tears from my cheeks, gently withdrawing and starting to slowly slide in and out of my heated tunnel. The whole world dissolved into the feeling of his body pressed to mine, and his soft and easy thrusts. He shifted his hips a bit and a sharp spasm of pleasure momentarily blinded me, his hardened flesh grinding against my sensitive pearl with each movement. He increased the speed and friction of the piston-like motions, his arms holding his body just above mine as he seized my lips in a slow and tender kiss.
I came in a riot of spasms and soft, muffled cries. The random and uncontrollable clenching of my muscles around his thickness brought him over with me, his moans rising to meet my own.
When it was over, he slowly pulled himself out of me, discreetly disposing of the used protection while I struggled to relearn how to breathe. He pulled me close into his arms, spooning against my back and pressing soft kisses to my neck and what he could reach of my face. Sighing softly, I leaned back into his warm embrace, feeling sated and exhausted all at once.
“So?” he murmured after a few moments of quiet repose.
“Way better than any dream ever could have been,” I whispered, my mouth feeling dry. He laughed a little at that, the feel of his heartbeat strong and steady against my back making me sleepy.
I closed my eyes and everything started to drift away, his lips against my cheek only lulling me further. “You have no idea, Kacea.” He said something else, but I was too tired to even grasp at it, letting the feel of his solid arms around me and his body curved so perfectly against mine send me off into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 20
I woke up chilly, but not terribly surprised that my bed was empty. Jynxx didn’t really strike me as the hit it and quit it type, but I was ninety-nine percent certain that last night must have been awful for him. I let it get me down for about two seconds and shrugged it off, deciding not to wallow in self-pity. I rolled over, determined to go make myself a decent breakfast.
Confusion fogged my sleepy brain further as I saw Jynxx’s shirt, socks, and shoes still taking up residence on my floor. Confusion quickly morphed into terror. “Oh, god…” I fumbled into a pair of shorts and tossed on Jynxx’s discarded shirt, scrambling down the stairs and running towards the kitchen. It was Saturday, so that could only mean that my parents…
I skidded into the kitchen, almost losing my footing on the linoleum. My mother’s laughter at my near disaster sent a dagger of fear into my heart. Dad was at his usual place, paper in one hand and coffee in the other. My mother was seated at the table, eating a plate of scrambled egg whites with whole wheat toast. My eyes flicked back and forth between my parents before I finally let my gaze settle on the back of the deliciously shirtless stud slaving over our stove. Jynxx hadn’t left; he was cooking breakfast, and somehow still alive.
“You’ve always been such a late sleeper, Kacea,” my mother said teasingly. Dad lowered the paper slightly to peek over it at me, a smirk curving his lips and one eyebrow lifting before he went back to what he was doing.
Everyone was acting normal, and that was making me panic even more. I was near hyperventilation when I closed my eyes and shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Alright… Did I just step into the Twilight Zone? Who are you two, and what have you done with my parents?”
Mom and Dad laughed again. “Hang on, hang on.” Mom barely managed to breathe through her laugh
ter, clearing her throat and putting on an overly dramatic expression of shock. “Kacea, how could you? My little girl!” She made mock weeping noises into her hands for a few seconds, finally looking between her fingers at me and rolling her eyes, eyes the same green color as mine. “Please, dear. You’re eighteen years old, even if that only happened in August. I’m honestly surprised it took you this long, with those boobs of yours. You certainly didn’t get that from my side of the family.” She cast a sideways glance in my father’s direction.
“Mom!” I started to protest.
“Did you use protection, honey?” Dad chimed right in.
My whole face felt like it was on fire. “DAD!” I half shrieked in embarrassment. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, not able to meet his gaze as I mumbled, “Yes…”
“That’s all that matters to me, then.” His voice was a bit more firm as he spoke to the young man at the stove. “Jynxx, you hurt my daughter and I’ll kill you. Understand?”
Jynxx smiled over his shoulder at the older man, then at me. “Sure thing, Mr. Meade.” His dark eyes held mine for a moment, my heart nearly stopping from the intensity in them. My first assessment of his behavior this morning was apparently nowhere near correct. The look in his eyes almost made me feel that the L word was the only accurate description for it, but I wasn’t about to jump to any conclusions.
“At least now we know for sure you aren’t into girls. Not that it’s a big thing, but I’d like grandbabies someday.” My mother seemed pleased at the thought, and I was mortified.
“Jesus, Ma… We’re both freshly eighteen. You mind giving us a while to work on that?”
“I certainly wouldn’t mind working on it,” I heard Jynxx mumble under his breath, quiet enough that only my freak ears could hear him. Somehow I managed to fight the heat that threatened to rise all the way up to my ears.
“You’ve been after the boy since you were thirteen, Kacea. If those short skirts you kept wearing to school were what did the trick, then maybe I shouldn’t have tried to get you to change them for so long.” I was speechless, unable to form words as my mother continued. “I mean, if you could see the things I wore to draw in your father...”
Dad wiggled his eyebrows at her over the paper and I thought I was going to lose the breakfast I hadn’t even eaten yet. I rubbed the bridge of my nose and took a few calming breaths. “Can we not discuss these things right now? I could use a—“ Jynxx’s warm hand on my shoulder cut my words short and I looked up to see him holding out a steaming cup of coffee before me. It smelled like heaven, perfectly sweetened with just the right amount of creamer. I almost professed my undying love for him on the spot. Thinking better of it, I took the mug from him gratefully and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
As he walked back to the stove to plate the rest of whatever he’d cooked for us, I saw my mother tilt her head appreciatively as she watched his ass all the way to the counter. Eyebrows furrowing, I lightly bopped her on the back of the head. “Whaaat?” she whined. “Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I can’t look.”
I narrowed my eyes and pointed warningly at her. “As long as looking is all that you do…”
Jynxx’s laughter was music to my ears, his voice making me feel like I’d discovered something I hadn’t even known was missing. “Sit down so we can have breakfast, wouldja?” After a sip of the most perfect coffee I’d ever tasted, I couldn’t argue with that logic.
As I took a seat, Jynxx came over with two plates. Each of them was full nearly to overflowing with scrambled eggs and cheese, pancakes, and most importantly: bacon. There was something about the meal placed before me that seemed strangely familiar. Like I’d only had it a few days ago, but it hadn’t been me who cooked it. A dull ache began to pulse in the front of my skull and I pushed the thought aside, beginning to become worried about what this repressed memory could be that my brain had some sort of block about. Jynxx saw my brief pained expression and I just shook my head at him. It was gone now, so I planned to focus on enjoying breakfast.
He shrugged and sat next to me, my parents getting to their feet almost on cue. Dad glanced down at his wrist, which bore no watch, and he nudged Mom toward the door. “Looks like it’s time to head to work! Have a good day, you two!”
“Were you still going to that party tonight, Kacea?” Mom called as she grabbed her coat.
“Sure am! I’ll probably stay at Jynxx’s tonight, since he’s closer to the place.” My cover for the samling was saying that there was a huge bonfire tonight, one that a lot of my friends were going to. It wasn’t totally a lie, at least.
“No problem. Just drop me a text once you’re settled in and safe for the night, alright?”
“Will do!” And they were gone, leaving me alone with an amazing breakfast and my equally amazing boyfriend.
We ate in comfortable silence, our plates mostly empty before I sipped my orange juice to clear my throat. I caught his gaze across the table and almost lost my nerve, not knowing if I could voice my insecurities aloud. “I thought… I thought that you’d left this morning.” A small, nervous laugh escaped me. “I mean, after last night, it really wouldn’t surprise me and all, considering that I’m—“
He cut me off by pressing a very warm fingertip to my lips, his dark eyes looking slightly down into mine. “Considering that you’re something I’ve been after for quite some time, I wouldn’t have even thought of leaving this morning. Unless there was some emergency, then I would have texted you to let you know where I ran off to.” I opened my mouth to protest further and he hushed me, brushing a lock of hair back behind my ear. “Look, Kacea, I… I like you a lot, and I love that you don’t hide behind some false front. Just be your quirky, dorky self and I’m not going anywhere.” Jynxx leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to my lips, the light contact speeding my pulse.
When he sat back, there was a grin on his face. “What’s that look for?”
“Your mom was right, though. The short skirts and boobs don’t hurt,” he answered, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I punched his arm and rolled my eyes. “You’re a putz.”
“Psh. You love it.”
We finished up breakfast and did all the dishes together, having a pretty good system down for it. It was about ten thirty when we were done and I was about to run upstairs to dress when the doorbell rang. “What the hell?” I murmured, padding to the door and peering through the peephole. It was Aya and the girls from her band on the other side.
“Rise and shine, Frankenstein!” Her bubbly voice greeted me through the door.
I let them all in and found myself wondering what they were doing here. At my confused stare, Aya shook her finger at Jynxx and tutted. “Bad dog! You never told the girl we’re part of the club, too?” He just shook his head sheepishly. She rolled her eyes and tossed her head back with a sigh. “No biggie. We’re gonna steal your girlyfriend for most of the day, so you can just take your tasty self upstairs and get dressed.” Before Jynxx could even get a word in, the incorrigible blond clucked her tongue at him again. “Girl stuff, bud. Make tracks.” Jynxx threw his hands up in the air with a sigh and gave me a parting kiss on the lips before doing as Aya had commanded.
“Girl stuff?” I questioned as I was led to the couch and pushed to sit. “What do you mean?”
Aya took a seat beside me, the other girls filling in the chairs and the rest of the couch. “Jynxx is a guy, so he’s not thinking about the fact that you need to be dressed to impress for this whole samling shindig. Elomina’s given us a bit of insight into this whole Skadhi thing, but it doesn’t help you much. Everything boils down to you essentially still being human. That means that you don’t need to wear your thrift store best to shift out of, like most of us. You need to be dressed to the nines, and be intimidating, so some bitch doesn’t think she can just whack you and take your position as Dròttning.”
“Position as what?”
“Dròttning. Queen, essentially. Gavin may be beta to Jynxx
, but since you’re mated to him, you’re slightly higher up the ladder than Curlylocks is.”
I was dumbstruck and my voice was a squeak as I managed to ask, “How in the hell can you possibly know?!”
She smirked and leaned in close, her voice lowering. “I can smell him all over you, chica. Even if you’d taken a shower, there are still pheromones left behind that Ulven noses can pick up on.” She tapped the side of her nose with a fingertip.
I grimaced. “Having olfactory senses that strong has to suck,” I replied, trying to hide the fact that I was horribly embarrassed.
Sherry laughed at that one, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “It can be pretty gross, believe me.” She turned slightly to Aya. “We’re killing daylight. Should we get on with it?”
With a nod, Aya clapped her hands together, the sound making Kerry and I jump. “You’re right, Sher. We need to take you shopping, Miss Beloved of the Wolf.”
I groaned. I hated to shop. My parents had money, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed the endless process of hours and hours in fitting rooms and the empty wallet that followed. “Before we do that, why don’t you see what I already have in my closet? There could be something useful in there?” I asked hopefully, not relishing the thought of a day at the mall.
Aya tapped her chin thoughtfully with her fingers. “Maybe we can get an idea of your style from it, but the outfit for tonight should really be new. No residual scents on the clothes from anything that may have occurred in or around them previously.”
That was fair enough. I led them all upstairs and Jynxx headed down past us, brushing his fingertips across my shoulders as we passed, the light contact making me shiver. “Catch ya later, babe.”
“Drive safe!” was the lame response I managed.
Once he was gone, Aya grinned at me. “You two are so cute, I could be sick!”
I rolled my eyes as I took the four girls to my room. “Whatever, Aya.” I laughed, unable to be grumpy in the face of her good mood.