Wicked Cravings tpp-2

by Suzanne Wright

  He gave her throat another squeeze. “Jaime.”

  “You know, if it feels too weird, you could just put the head in.”

  “Jaime.”

  “Don’t worry, I understand if you’re a little out of practice when it comes to real women, so

  —” She cried out as he suddenly slammed into her—a punishing thrust. He didn’t start pumping away inside her to prove his virility, though. Damn wolf.

  “Playing little games isn’t going to work with me, baby.”

  Yeah, she’d gathered that. The truth was that she was in totally unfamiliar territory with Dante.

  She was used to getting her own way when it came to guys, even those who were overbearingly dominant. She had always been able to control them in her own subtle way. A little reverse psychology, or simply feeding their egos, often went a long way in getting what she wanted. She wasn’t above using a little provocation either, and if she had said those things to another guy, he would have fucked her to prove his masculinity. But not Dante. He wasn’t a guy she could have dancing to her tune or who would fall for her little tricks. Awkward fucker. “I don’t need this gentle bullshit! I told you, I can take it!”

  “Are you sure?” he taunted, loving to see her riled.

  “I’m sure,” she bit out. A gasp burst out of her as he suddenly began hammering into her. Each of his branding strokes was a stab of complete and utter bliss. The only problem was that she knew he was keeping himself in check. She wanted all of him. Beating his back with her legs and clawing at him, she growled, “Stop holding back from me!” The next thing she knew, he’d withdrawn from her and she’d been roughly flipped onto her stomach. Then Dante was draped over her, nibbling on the mark he’d made on her neck. “Look, I know you live in caves, but this prehistoric man behavior is totally unacceptable.”

  “I love these tattoos.” She had an angel on the back of her left shoulder and a devil on the back of her right shoulder. The angel, however, was holding a bottle of booze, covered in tattoos, and puckering her lips flirtatiously.

  “Are you even listening to me?”

  “You want it as hard as I can give it, right?” He looped an arm around her and pulled her to her hands and knees. “You should be careful what you ask for.” He drove a hand into her hair, snatched her head back, bit into the crook of her neck, and slammed home. Dante groaned as her muscles tightened around him. He gave the fresh bite on her neck a soothing lick, liking the look of it there. His wolf growled his approval, wanting Dante to mark her again. Oh, he planned to.

  Dante swirled his tongue around the shell of her ear and then sucked the lobe into his mouth.

  “Feel me, Jaime. Has anyone ever been this deep inside you?” She shook her head, and he was male enough to feel smug about that. “Does it feel good?” At her nod, he gave her a rewarding thrust.

  “Does it feel good when I fuck you?” She nodded vigorously, so he gave her another rewarding thrust.

  “Better than when Pretty Boy fucked you?”

  Guys and their egos! She thought about telling him to grow up, but she liked his version of rewards. “Yes.” That got her the forceful thrust she wanted.

  “Did you let him have your ass?”

  “No.” Another fierce, rewarding thrust.

  “Have you let anyone else have it?”

  “No.” Two fierce thrusts were her reward this time.

  “You’ll let me have it, won’t you, baby? You’ll let me fuck every hole in your body, won’t you?”

  At that moment, she was pretty sure she’d let him do anything if he just made her come. She nodded. His weight suddenly left her upper body, and then, growling, he began violently pounding into her just like she wanted. A fierce climax was creeping up on her as he relentlessly drove into her faster, harder, and deeper than anyone ever had.

  “You’re mine, Jaime. And you won’t let anyone else near my pussy, will you, baby?” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. When she didn’t contradict him, he rewarded her by pounding into her impossibly harder.

  “Dante…I need to come.”

  “Good, because I want to feel you come all over me.” He snaked his hand around her body and found her clit with his finger and thumb. “Come, Jaime. Do it now.” He bit into her shoulder and pinched her clit simultaneously, and Jaime’s entire body stiffened as a bolt of pleasure shot through her that was so perfect it was also bad. As he’d promised, she came so hard she screamed.

  Her inner muscles closed and fluttered around him. “Fuck, Jaime.” Three fierce thrusts later Dante exploded inside her, shuddering and filling her with his come. The only thought he had when his brain recovered from the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life was “Again.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The incessant ringing of Dante’s cell phone pulled Jaime from dreamland. She nudged him, urging him to wake and answer the damn thing. Or maybe sling it at the wall, whatever, as long as the noise came to a stop. The response from him was a grunt. A grunt that sent vibrations through the nipple that his mouth had been latched onto for most of the night. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d also kept two fingers buried inside her. So yeah, she was horny to the point of crankiness.

  She lightly slapped his shoulder. “Phone.” Another grunt. Followed by his mouth suckling on her nipple. “Phone,” she repeated a little breathlessly. She wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that he could play her body like it was an instrument. After so many years of wondering, finally she knew just how good he would feel inside her—too good. She gasped as his fingers swirled inside her.

  “So wet,” he murmured before drawing the taut bud back into his mouth.

  “Well, duh. I was hardly going to have a dry spell after having your fingers jammed inside me all night.”

  Hearing the irritation in her voice, Dante smiled around her nipple. At that moment, the phone gave up and he felt her body relax a little. Clearly, Jaime wasn’t a morning person. “Want me to take care of that frustration before your training session, baby?” Jaime snickered. “You’d better.”

  “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

  “I’m not sure I care.”

  He nipped the curve of her breast but then licked it soothingly. He was just about to mold himself around her and spread her legs when his phone started ringing again.

  “Answer the freaking thing before I smash it. Hey!” she whined when he slapped her ass before going to retrieve his phone from the pocket of his pants.

  Dante was too sexually frustrated to bother with a hello. “Dom, this better be good.”

  “I just wanted to let you know that Nick called Trey with the same offer he made to you last night,” Dominic informed him, sounding pretty pissed about it. “Clearly, he wasn’t happy with your answer. I can’t understand why he’s so interested in keeping our females and mated pairs safe.” Dante had an idea about why, but it wasn’t something he intended to mention until he was sure.

  “So what did Trey say?”

  “Told him to mind his own business and stop questioning his decisions or the alliance is over.”

  “I thought he might.”

  Jaime growled, “Tell Dominic to go jump up his ass. It’s too early for phone calls!” Though she supposed she should probably get used to waking up earlier each morning if she was still going to make it for breakfast after training.

  Dominic chuckled. “So she’s not a morning person?”

  “Ignore her, she’s just horny.” He grunted when she flung her hairbrush at him.

  “I take it her training session will be delayed by you having to take care of her condition.” Dante grinned. “I wouldn’t be much of a protector if I didn’t take care of all her needs, now, would I?”

  “Oh the sacrifices we make.”

  “You two are dicks,” snapped Jaime.

  “I’ll show you a dick,” growled Dante as he ended the call and leaped on her. There was nothing gentle about their union; it was hard, fast,
and wild, and he came so hard he’d been close to passing out—something that had been a reoccurrence throughout the night. It seemed that Jaime was an aphrodisiac to him.

  He had expected to her to give him plenty of grief throughout the training session, but although she struggled and was nearing unconsciousness, she only rarely snapped at him. Apparently, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Her wolf, on the other hand, reacted plenty of times. Her wolf tried several times to surface and attack him, clearly viewing him as a threat.

  Although it pained Jaime, she managed to keep control of her wolf. He was so proud of her, and he ensured she knew it by fucking her with his tongue during their shower afterward.

  Entering the kitchen fifteen minutes later, Jaime’s good, just-had-an-extremely-satisfying-orgasm mood dampened as she saw Greta at the long dining table. Jaime had thought that as they were a little late for breakfast, most people would be gone by now. She’d kind of hoped that Greta would be included in that number, because she had no doubt in her mind that the old woman would torment her about her wolf’s state.

  “Good morning,” drawled Grace from the stove of the modern kitchen. The twinkle in her eye said she knew about Dante and Jaime, and she approved. Yet she lacked her usual enthusiasm, and Jaime knew it was because the woman was now wary of her.

  “Thanks,” said Jaime, inhaling the coffee. She decided to ignore the fact that Lydia, Cam, and Rhett wouldn’t even look at her. Gabe, Hope, Shaya, and Dominic gave her genuine smiles and gestured for her to sit with them—like she would have sat anywhere else. It didn’t take a genius to work out why the others had been sure to sit at the opposite end of the table.

  Jaime’s ass had barely touched her seat before Greta started speaking.

  “Fornicating all night, were you?” spat the old woman, to which Shaya rolled her eyes. For whatever reason, Greta never used the word sex.

  Taking some toast from the selection on the table, Jaime gasped at Greta in mock outrage. “We were simply bouncing on the bed to test the endurance of the springs. Is your mind always in the gutter?” Dante snorted a laugh, but said nothing. She was thankful for that. She liked to fight her own battles.

  “In my day, we didn’t share a room with a male unless we were mated.”

  “Oh, here we go,” grumbled Shaya.

  “There was none of this sleeping around,” continued Greta. “We saved ourselves for our true mate. Anyone who didn’t was branded a jezebel.” She huffed. “As if it’s not bad enough that you’re a jezebel, you’re unstable. A ticking bomb is what you are.”

  Her wolf growled, but Jaime just cocked her head as she said, “I suppose I’d find you kind of interesting if I was a psychologist, huh.”

  “There’s that bad attitude again.”

  Jaime gave her a sympathetic look. “Aw, Greta, haven’t you figured out yet that I’m bad with or without the attitude?”

  “That’s another problem: you’ve no respect.”

  “It doesn’t feel like a problem.” Hunk suddenly jumped onto her lap and snuggled against her, making Jaime smile even in spite of the drivel she was listening to.

  “You think you can behave however you want because my Dante’s protecting you, don’t you?

  Humph. I’ve got news for you. He can’t protect you against Trey, and I know my grandson doesn’t want you here. The last thing he needs when Taryn’s nearing the end of her pregnancy is any danger or trouble, and that’s exactly what you are. Dante’s mad to keep you around.”

  “Greta,” murmured Dante, cautioning her with his eyes to stop.

  “It’s true,” she insisted. “She could turn on any one of us at any time. How can you let her fool you like this? She’s only fornicating with you to make you keep her around. And she’s constantly disrespectful to me—you’ve heard how she talks to me.” She sneered at Jaime. “You’re jealous of the relationship I have with Dante.”

  Jaime cocked her head, looking at Greta curiously. “You know, I used to think you were snarling at me, but now I see that…it’s actually just your face.” Dante’s coffee sprayed out of his mouth and over the table. Jaime patted his back as he coughed and laughed at the same time.

  “Dante, son, can’t you see the danger she brings to the pack? She’s unstable, for God’s sake!

  Crazy!”

  Jaime turned to Shaya. “Ever played that game, ‘hit Granny with the polo mallet’?”

  “Forget it!” Greta jumped to her feet. “If you’re not willing to listen, Dante, there’s no point in me continuing. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  Now that he’d recovered from his coughing fit, Dante drained the last of his coffee and ran a hand over Jaime’s hair. “You okay, baby?”

  She smiled. “Fine.”

  “I’ll drive you to work. Don’t argue, I hate the thought of you in that tin can.” Of course she argued. It was what she did best. Eventually, though, she caved and let him drive her—mostly because she liked being around him, even when he was subjecting her to that gruesome training that she was aching from. He kept his hand on her thigh throughout most of the journey and gave her a deep, drugging kiss when he finally arrived at the sanctuary.

  “I’ll pick you up at the end of your shift.”

  “You have enough things you need to be doing.”

  “I’m still picking you up. Deal with it.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, by the way, the Toyota SUV is parked outside Ivy’s house. I drove it there last night before we went clubbing, but I had to leave it there. No way would I drive when I had every intention of drinking.”

  “I’ll have one of the guys pick it up later.”

  She told him Ivy’s address and was just about to hop out of the vehicle when he suddenly gripped her neck and tugged her to him, bringing his mouth down hard on hers. It was a devastating kiss with an edge of possessiveness to it. The second he released her, she understood why. Shawn was watching from the door of the main building. “One night of fucking doesn’t give you a right to mark me as your territory,” she told him, growling.

  He collared her throat with his hand again. “I told you at the club, you’re mine. I want more than one night, and I want more than just fucking. We’ll discuss it later. Go on.” Unsure whether to be happy or doubtful, Jaime got out of the SUV and headed to the main building to change into her work clothes. Shawn never said a word to her, and she hadn’t expected him to. Ivy and Riley, on the other hand, grilled her for information. Was he good in bed? How many times did he make her come? When did he bite her neck?

  “He said he wants more than one night.”

  “More?” Ivy’s brows shot up. “You don’t believe him,” she surmised by Jaime’s expression.

  “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t think Dante would lie about something like that, but he never does relationships. I know there must be some kind of story behind it, but I’ve no idea what.”

  “Why are you finding it so difficult to believe that he’ll make an exception for you?”

  “Look at me, Ivy. I’m not saying I think I’m ugly, but I’m plain and I know it. If it wasn’t for the big breasts, I doubt I’d get much attention at all. Dante’s own words were that I’m not his type. Plus, it’s worth noting that it wasn’t until he thought I was with Shawn that he showed any interest in me at all. Maybe it’s one of those guy things.”

  Ivy went to object, but then sighed. “I get what you mean. It would make sense that his ego got stepped on and so he wanted it stroked. But it would also make sense that he’d make an exception for you. Jaime, I’ve told you, like, a million times, you are not plain. I know you think of yourself as a bad catch because of your situation with your wolf, but that doesn’t mean that guys will think so.” Jaime snorted. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “I know better than to keep up the compliments. Your low self-esteem stops them getting through to you. But what I will say is that I saw the way Dante looked at you last night. He looked at you like he tho
ught you belonged to him. I honestly thought he was going to tear the falcon apart limb by limb.”

  “Yep,” agreed Riley. “He’s kind of scary. So what are you going to do?” Jaime blew out a breath. “Talk to him, I guess. He said we’d discuss it later.”

  “Good idea,” said Ivy with a nod. “Right, we need to get to work. I just want to say one thing.

  Last night was the first time I’ve ever actually been up close to Dante, the first time he and I have ever made eye contact. He wasn’t drawn to me, Jaime. The magick didn’t work on him. The only guys who can resist it are those who are totally hung up on another person. You might want to think on that.” With those words, Ivy turned and walked away.

  Not knowing what to do with that information—her thoughts were jumbled enough—Jaime simply put it to the back of her mind and got to work. But apparently she and those jumbled thoughts didn’t quite have an understanding, because soon enough they were tormenting her again. In all fairness, though, how could she not be feeling confused right now? The guy she wanted with every ounce of her being had gone from being aloof to suddenly wanting some kind of relationship with her.

  What made it even more confusing was that he was fully aware of just how broken she was—a broken female wouldn’t be attractive to a dominant male. None of it made any sense. Of course a relationship with Dante was what she wanted, but not if that relationship didn’t mean anywhere near as much to him as it did her. And it wouldn’t mean as much to him. It would eat at her to be with him, care about him, and want to mean something to him, when he only saw her as a convenient body.

  When her shift was almost over, she took out some garbage bags as usual. It was as she threw them into the huge garbage container that several unfamiliar scents surrounded her. Spinning, she found seven male wolf shifters, smirking and chuckling. All were clearly related, and all closely resembled Glory.