Claiming Kristen
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Kristen should have known they weren’t that forgiving. While she’d lain there buzzing with pure joy, Jakob and Kort had ambushed her, explaining with all seriousness that they wouldn’t be touching her again until she was under their roof, in their bed, in their house. Arrogant bastards thought she wanted sex more than them.
The very idea had been so laughable that morning, Kristen had all but dismissed their ultimatum as a pathetic attempt to save their wounded male pride. It wouldn’t last because she could hold out. When it came to sex, Kristen might have been right, but that wasn’t all they’d started denying her.
They’d been so busy with their plan Kristen hadn’t actually seen either of her mates for more than maybe five minutes in the past two days. Two days that had started to feel like years, they’d ticked by so slowly. Every second of every minute of every hour dragged by, leaving her caught between anticipating the possibility of seeing them in the next one and the depression that they hadn’t shown for the current one.
Jakob and Kort might be annoying as hell, but they also made her world light up. Like they did now. Even knowing she was being led to the slaughter, Kristen couldn’t resist the temptation to follow Jakob out the door. Not that she went without complaint.
“I already told you it’s a surprise.” Jakob’s oversized hand kept her much smaller one protected in his grasp. The warm, callused palm rubbed against hers, causing little rivulets of pleasure to roll down her spine.
“We’re walking there?” It was the obvious conclusion when Jakob began escorting her down the long drive. Still, her surprise had the statement coming out like a question.
“We’re just going a few houses down.”
confident in her decision to go with him. “Haven’t you ever enjoyed waiting for the surprise?”
“Friends of yours?” Kristen eyed him doubtfully, sensing a trap. “You are impatient.” Jakob smirked, not making her any more “Not when you and Kort have been acting all secretive these past few days.” She added just enough annoyance to her tone to make sure he didn’t get any ideas.
Kristen suspected he just might be. His thumb had shifted to rest over her wrist, right against her beating pulse. He’d already started a small, mesmerizing rub over that sweet spot. The tiny little ripples of pleasure cascaded up her arm and through her body.
“You’ll enjoy it.” Jakob winked. “Trust me.”
“I’ll trust you when you swear that you will not be calling me cupcake at any point tonight.” “That’s insulting,” Jakob huffed. “I shouldn’t have to promise. I’m your mate, and you should trust me.”
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Kristen couldn’t help but smile at the tinge of indignation that colored his stiff response. Jakob could be so cute when he got huffy. Nor did she miss that he hadn’t promised, which probably did mean his plan ended with her tied up, chained up and begging while he cupcaked her ass.
Or maybe it would be her pussy. Her cunt volunteered that optimistic hope as it creamed in anticipation of whatever Jakob had planned. Certainly her pride wouldn’t object given she’d be clearly tricked into submission. Whatever Jakob’s surprise, Kristen really didn’t have anything to fear.
“I do trust you, Jakob,” Kristen assured him sweetly. “It’s that oversized bulge in your pants that I don’t trust.”
“That oversized bulge just wants to be your friend.”
“Does it?”
“It likes you,” Jakob promised her. “It means you no harm.”
“Just remember to keep it on its leash.” Kristen wouldn’t be charmed by his grin. “A leash you put on it.”
“Ah,” Jakob sighed. “But you’re the one keeping it on the leash.”
Kristen clenched her jaw, fighting the seductive charm of his voice going lower, deeper as he turned to whisper in her ear. “At some point, sweetheart, you’re going to have to come over and let it off to play.”
Kristen dug her heels in and came to a stop. She knew how to handle this, knew she had to handle it right up front. The problem was that was getting harder and harder. Jakob wasn’t the only one who wanted to play. For now, though, she still had enough resistance left to sound authentic when she snapped back at him.
“That is not being on your best behavior.”
“Give a man a break, Kristen. You’re not naked and moaning in the middle of the street. I consider that a hell of an accomplishment.”
“Accomplishment? You think I’d really let you strip me here in the middle of the—” Kristen stopped short. Jakob’s eyebrow had risen slightly, his lips kicking up into a smirk. Best not to turn this into a challenge. She didn’t have the defenses left to hold him off.
“We’re here.”
“What?” Kristen looked around the street before focusing in on the large, darkened house in front of her. “Here?”
“Come on.” Jakob began pulling her up the driveway.
“It doesn’t look like anybody is home.”
“That’s because we’re not inside.”
“What? Wait a minute. Is this your house?” Kristen gasped. “That’s not even creative, and I’m not going in there so you claim victory and ravish me.”
She said it. She meant it, but she didn’t put up any resistance as he prodded her up the front steps. “Just relax, Kristen. It’s not what you think.”
“It’s exactly what I think,” she argued. “You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I was under your roof, and now look, you’ve dragged me all the way here. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what for. Why don’t you just admit…it’s empty.”
Her indignation ran flat when he finally managed to open the front door. She could see straight through the massive great room and right out the towering windows on the other side of the house. It was a breathtaking view. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the pink and purple hues of the sunset over the marsh with such warmth and vibrancy that it almost drew her straight to them.
“You like?” Jakob asked from behind her as her hands smoothed over the glass.
Kristen looked back at him. Her eyes traveling across the distance, realizing just how easily he’d lured her into his den. Now he filled in the doorway, blocking her only exit. She could almost sense his anticipation.
“It’s an amazing view.”
She turned back to admire the rest of the room, all but dismissing him. Completely vacant, it appeared oversized with a kitchen made for feeding a small army off to the right. Granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, it looked as empty and void of all personality as the great room did.
“Is this really your house, or did you just buy it?”
“It’s where we live, but technically the pack owns the house.”
Kristen nodded her understanding. It was all part of their strange Lycan-like pack culture. At this point, she didn’t object because this place was gorgeous, like a dream home she hadn’t dared to fantasize about. Jakob’s deep voice encouraged her to dream.
“It has five bedrooms, four baths, and an extra two rooms that can be used as offices or game rooms or whatever you want to make them into.”
“Me?”
Jakob ignored her question and gestured down the hall. “You want me to give you the grand tour?”
“I don’t know.” Kristen glanced down the darkened hall. “Are there any more surprises waiting for me?”
“I just want to show you the house.”
Reluctantly, she gave him her hand and let him lead her into the shadow mysteries of the house. It didn’t remain a mystery any more than it did a dark suggestion. Flipping on the lights as he went, Jakob showed her one oversized bedroom after another, one opulent bathroom after another, until they finally came to the end of the hall and the stairs that led up to the two extra rooms.
Only one door remained unopened on this floor, and as Jakob turned the knob, Kristen held her breath. Just as she suspected, the last bedroom in the series was an even grander version of the rest. Here the ceiling soared up to a point.
“This is what you will wake up to every morning as our mate.” There could be no hiding the pride in Jakob. Whatever uncertainties that had kept him a little nervous had faded. He knew he’d scored with this room.
“Wait until you see the bathroom.”
She could imagine, but first she had to take her eyes off the bed. The only piece of furniture in the whole house, and it was already made.
“I don’t get it.”
“What?” Jakob hesitated on the other side of the room.
“Why the bed?”
“What do you mean? Why the bed?”
“There is no other furniture in this house, but I can smell Kort and your scents everywhere. This is your house, but where is everything?”
Jakob smiled gently as he closed in on her. “This was Kort’s and my house, but now it’s ours.”
Kristen shook her head, confused and softening beneath the look in his eyes. “I still don’t get it.”
“We’re going to make a new life together, Kristen. Not yours or mine, but ours.” His words warmed some part of her that had been stiff and cold for the past two weeks. She could offer no resistance, but melted into his touch as he cupped her cheeks.
“But the furniture?” Kristen whispered, not wanting to break the spell she could feel weaving its way around this moment.
“I had it packed up and sent to a storage unit. We can go through it together and figure out what we want to keep and what we want to change. There will be a lot of changes in the future, Kristen. For all of us.”
“You’re willing to change? For me?”
“For only you. Don’t you understand, Kristen? It’s important to me that you’re happy. If you’re not happy, then I’m not happy.”
“How do I know that isn’t just a line?”
“Well, you’re going to have to trust me.” He started this little hypnotic rubbing motion with his thumb over her lips. “Haven’t we earned a little trust?”
They had. They had earned a little bit of trust. She’d earned a release from all the tension staying away from them had caused her. Kristen couldn’t fight it anymore. Her defenses had been worn down not just by Jakob’s sweet words or grand gesture. Her own desires had been pecking away at her willpower for days.
There was simply nothing left to hold on to but Jakob. She wanted to hold on to him. He was solid and strong and so damn appealing to all her senses. When his head dipped, she couldn’t have been sure it hadn’t been her who had moved first.
It didn’t matter. When their lips met, Kristen knew she wanted this, needed it. Jakob brushed his lips over Kristen’s gently. Very gently, giving her time to withdraw. Instead of moving backward, she pressed herself inward. Curving her body in to his, her arms twined around his neck. All signals were a go, but still he held back.
He feared rushing her and scaring her off. His plan had come together so well, too easily. He just didn’t trust it. Slow and easy, that was the way to capture a wild mate. Slow and easy, it was the hardest thing he’d ever tried to do.
His muscles trembled under the strain as he traced the delicate curve of her mouth, teasingly sucking her lower lip. He captured the plump sweetness in his teeth, biting down ever so gently even as his fangs ached to be released, to be allowed to pierce and mark her once again as his.
Kristen whimpered under the restrained assault and pressed herself even closer against him, molding her curves perfectly into his angles. His cock jolted inside his jeans, his hips reflexively grinding against the softness of her stomach.
Another whimper preceded the tentative flick of a warm, wet tongue along his lips. The playful caress was an invitation he could no longer resist. He reached up to cup her face and hold her steady as his lips broke open over hers. The sweet exploration quickly flamed out of control.
Kristen matched his passion as he stroked deeper into her mouth. Their tongues tangled and danced until he felt like he was drowning in her taste. Just as it had been that first time, he couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t control the rampaging need for more.
He’d fuck her right now, standing right there, if he didn’t have his damn clothes on. The layers of fabric saved her from the savage screwing that his cock wanted to give her. The wolf howled, growling at the leash he held it back with. He couldn’t let the wildness break through. Not this time. This time was for Kristen.
That vow got lost in the static of pure lust that swamped him when her lips closed down over the tip of his tongue and sucked him straight into her moist depths. The sharp edge of her teeth scraped over his sensitive taste buds, firing each one with a tinge of pain and too much pleasure for him to remain focused on holding the wolf back.
Deep down in his balls he could feel the punch of desire flare almost painfully hot as if he’d been tapped with a red-hot poker. His muscles tightened, tingling with the need to transform as a primal growl fluttered out of his chest. He felt the snap as the wolf began to bust free of the silken strands his control had become.
God bless her, Kristen didn’t understand the danger she was in. If she had, she’d never have reached down to mold a hand over the hard length of his erection. With her hand encasing him, squeezing him, he could barely catch breath, much less think clearly. Thinking was a waste. Right now, all he wanted to do was to feel, to taste. His lips returned to hers again. A savage taking, he’d lost control of the beast. It reared its head, demanding its turn at plundering the sweet, moist depths of her mouth.
Delicious.
Her flavor only fueled the beast into more reckless behavior. There were still too many clothes in the way of the fucking he needed. The beast knew how to solve that problem, rip the damn fabric out of the way. He heard the tear of her shirt even as he recognized it was his hands curling over the edges of her collar. What control Jakob had disappeared in those moments.
The beast wouldn’t be denied any longer. It wanted, and it would have. The rest of Kristen’s clothes disappeared beneath his hands, shredded and forgotten the second smooth, silky skin teased his fingers. With a hard grip, he curled his fingers into the firm, wellrounded globe of her ass. He’d take her there again, but not now.
Now he would drown himself in a more rapturous heat. With a rough grip, his hands dipped and bit into her thigh. Dragging her upward, he lifted her until her soft heat pressed into his throbbing erection. Kristen returned the demand with one of her own. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she ground herself against him, igniting the wolf’s savage need to mate. Mate now.
Jakob had no mind left to worry about making it to the bed. Dragging her to the floor, he pinned her beneath him, reveling in the lush feel of her curves. She was such a beauty, his mate. The sweetest cupcake he’d ever eaten.
With long, sensual swipes of his elongating tongue, he discovered the addictive taste of his mate’s neck all the way down to the flushed, heaving globes of her breasts. A nip at the tip of one lush globe had her moaning, arching as her hips flexed upward over the band of his jeans to grind her pussy into his stomach. The damp heat of her desire burned through the thin fabric of his T-shirt to scald his flesh with the proof of just how wet she was for him.
With the scent of arousing cream flooding his head, the erotic motion of her hips had him growling, clamping his hands over her waist and lifting her ass straight up until he could taste the intoxicating proof of her arousal on his lips. The wolf had no tolerance for hesitation, no room for restraint. The beast plunged its oversized tongue deep into the delicious cunt that had offered itself up to his feasting.
His mate groaned, twisting as her back flexed and her neck strained under the extreme arch he’d dragged her into. He growled back a warning to the woman to be still, to not resist or fight the tongue fucking he gave her. He wouldn’t tolerate such defiance. This pussy was his. His to plunder, to savor
, to taste and take at his leisure.
Even if his mate doubted, her cunt knew it. The long, velvety walls of her cunt tightened down around his tongue, sucking him deeper and fighting to hold on to him when he withdrew. His cock swelled with angry demand at the seductive motions of her sheath. Swelling with blood, the angry tyrant demanded release, release from his jeans, release to plunder her sweet depths and find release buried deep inside her.
His own jeans suffered his annoyance when his fingers came to rip at the zipper blocking his path. The stiff denim was no match for his claws, and he shredded the material until the cool air breathed over his naked flesh. Cold wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to bathe himself in his mate’s liquid heat.
With a jerk, he forced her hips back down and plunged himself deep into his mate, eliciting a scream from her even as her cunt pulsed and wept over his invasion. Too absorbed in finally being able to touch heaven, he didn’t have the attention to notice her response.
In that moment, all he could feel was the strange mixture of emotions buffeting him. The beast had never felt these things before—a sense of closeness, of perfect completeness as though they had truly become one. She was his mate, as precious a gift as any beast could hope to have. In that moment the wolf felt a gentleness it had never known.
His eyes drank in everything, savoring the sight of his woman flushed and panting, twisting with the hard tips of her breasts pebbled and becoming, and the beautiful sight of the swollen pink folds of her pussy split wide around the darken length of his cock. He’d never seen such an amazing sight, never dreamed of feeling it.
In a move that he wasn’t expecting, his mate pushed herself off the floor. Her hands latched on to his shoulders as she used his solid strength to straighten up so that he no longer impaled her. Now she controlled the moment, sitting straight up on his lap with his cock filling her completely.