by Becca Van
He gave a mental snort. From what he’d read on the internet, Ambrose wasn’t much of a town. It was purported to be a ghost town, but he figured that couldn’t be exactly true since she’d had medical treatment for a broken wrist in that town.
The internet conglomerate probably hadn’t had a chance to update the information for the area. If there was a doctor in Ambrose, there had to be other places, as well. Nevertheless, he hypothesized that there had to people living in the backward hick town. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any need for the medical clinic.
Maybe he wouldn’t need a distraction at all. Maybe it would be as easy as walking up behind her, shoving the barrel of a gun in her back, and ordering her to move.
He hoped it was because he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself.
Needless to say, he wasn’t giving up until that bitch paid for what she’d done to his boy.
The cunt was going to die by his hand, and she was going to die hard.
Chapter Twelve
Crispin couldn’t take his eyes off of Jaimie. She was currently cuddling with Daire, still in the spa bath and intimately connected with his brother, but it was the dreamy satisfied smile on her face that took his breath away.
As soon as Daire had claimed Jaimie, Crispin had moved away to give them some space. After what felt like forever, Daire gave their woman a lingering kiss before lifting her from his lap to the molded seat beside him. When Jaimie grabbed the sponge and started washing herself, Crispin wanted to snatch it from her and bathe her sexy body himself, but he was so fucking hungry for her he was on edge. His tiger wasn’t helping either. The big shit was pacing, purring and growling. Several times his beast had almost gotten away from him. Luckily, he’d been expecting his animal to charge and had been able to stop him.
Daire got out of the bath after washing and wrapped a towel around his waist, striding away while whistling happily. He felt the smug bastard’s gaze on him but ignored his contented brother.
Jaimie glanced up when she’d finished washing and blushed. There was no way in hell she’d be able to miss the heat in his gaze. Sexual tension arced back and forth between them. He sucked in a breath when she stood, and he couldn’t help eying her body up and down as the water sluiced down her sexy frame. Her areolae puckered tightly, and her nipples hardened. If Crispin had been sure the reaction was because she wanted him, he would have pounced, but it could have been because of the cool air breezing over her wet skin.
His cock jerked as pre-cum leaked from the tip. If he hadn’t seen her teeter when she put weight on her injured ankle, he might have still been sitting in a trance as he stared at her gorgeous body. He moved lightning fast, shoving to his feet before sweeping her into his arms and up against his chest.
“Are you okay, honey?” Crispin gave a mental wince when his voice came out deeper and raspier than normal. While he wanted to make love to and claim her as his mate, he wasn’t about to pressure into something if she wasn’t ready.
“Yeah. You saved me. Thanks.”
“Anytime, mate.” Crispin stepped from the tub, snagged a towel from the rail, and sat on the rim. He removed the plastic from around her plaster cast and began to dry her off.
“I can do it,” she said as she tried to take the towel from him.
“I want to.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
He glanced down, meeting her eyes and couldn’t help smiling in return. The twinkle in her blue orbs told him she was teasing him. He liked that she was comfortable enough to joke around with him.
“Mostly.” He shrugged. After drying her off, he stood before carrying her to the bedroom, carefully placing her on the freshly made bed and clean sheets. “I’ll be back in a sec, honey.”
“Okay.”
Crispin drew the covers up over her so she wouldn’t get cold, leaned down, kissed her on the forehead and hurried back the bathroom. After giving his body a cursory wipe with the towel, he rushed back to his mate.
He stood beside the bed, staring down at her. She had her eyes closed and while her lips were curved up as if she was content, she looked tired. Jaimie must have felt him staring at her because she opened her eyes, gazing up at him.
“Are you coming to bed?” she asked as she lifted the covers.
Crispin wanted that more than anything but he was worried if he moved, he was going to attack her. He was that hungry for her. Instead of answering, he closed his eyes and started counting as he inhaled and exhaled. If he so much as touched her, he was scared he was going to flip her over, shove his cock deep inside her and pummel her. He couldn’t do that. She was injured for fuck’s sake. She had a sprained ankle and a cast on her arm. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to live with the guilt if he hurt her more.
When he heard the sheet rustle, he kept his eyes closed as he curled his hands into tight-knuckled fists, hoping against hope that he could combat the urge to grab her and fuck her until she was screaming his name.
He was also concerned that he’d shoot off as soon as he got inside of her. If that happened, he’d end up biting her way before she reached climax, and again, he’d end up hurting her. It was a catch twenty-two, a quandary either way. He was in danger of losing control and injuring his mate.
That was something he couldn’t bear to even contemplate, let alone do.
* * * *
When Crispin continued to stand by the bed with his eyes closed, at first, Jaimie thought she’d done something wrong. It took her a couple of moments to realize that wasn’t the case. The poor man looked like he was in hell, but his body spoke for him. His muscles were so pumped the veins and sinews were standing out, and she only just caught him closing his hands into tight fists. She licked her lips as her gaze wandered lower and watched with fascination as his cock twitched and bob. A bead of clear pre-cum glistened in the slit of his hard cock before rolling down the side of his shaft.
That was all the encouragement Jaimie needed. Being careful of her arm and swollen ankle, she flung the covers aside, got up onto her hand and knees before crawling toward him. If she was going to get what she wanted, she was going to have to be crafty.
She wouldn’t be able to wrap her hand around his cock before she took him into her mouth because she had a feeling Crispin would stop her before she could get started.
As soon as she was close enough to touch him, she turned her head to the side, drew in a deep breath, opened her mouth, turned back toward him and sucked the head of his dick into her mouth. He made a garbled groaning sound deep in his chest as his hand combed into her hair before grasping the strands in his fist. Worried he was about to pull her off, she took him in deeper, shifted on her knees and finally fisted the base of his cock.
“Fuck!” Crispin rasped out, his fingers tightening around her tresses, making her scalp prickle with the slight pain.
Jaimie began to bob her head up and down, loving and savoring the spicy sweetness of his essence on her tongue. She suctioned in her cheeks, drew back up to the head, and swirled her tongue around the tip before lashing the underside as she pumped her hand up and down.
“Fuck, honey. So fucking good,” Crispin groaned.
She bobbed a few more times, lapping at him as she stroked him with her hand.
All too soon he was pulling her away from his dick. When she gazed up at him again, her pussy clenched, forcing cream out onto her already soaked folds. He had his head thrown back, and his eyes were closed. He looked as if he was in pain, but she knew better. Or maybe she didn’t. Her womb spasmed and juices leaked out of her hungry, empty pussy. Jaimie felt as if her insides were on fire and knew the only way to appease the deep-seated ache was to make love with Crispin.
“Are you sure you want me, honey? If you’re too tender—”
“I don’t just want you, Crispin. I need you.”
“You’re so fucking amazing.”
Before she could reply, he lifted her from the bed before gently lowering her to the mattress again. He
She was able to take another breath just before he lifted her pelvis from the mattress and dove in.
Jaimie cried out as he shoved his head between her legs. He rimmed her soaked entrance with the tip of his tongue before thrusting it in as deeply as he could, curling the tip up to tickle the top wall of her pussy. She whimpered, reaching down toward him, threading her fingers into his hair and holding on tight. He lapped, licked, and sucked up one side and back down the other. He swirled his tongue around her clit, purposely avoiding touching where she needed him most.
Molten lava gathered low in her belly as her insides heated. Her internal walls clamped reflexively as if begging to be filled.
Jaimie was so hot, achy, and needy, she couldn’t wait another second for him to fill her. She tugged on his hair, and while he looked up at her from beneath his lowered lashes, he didn’t stop his teasing caresses.
“Crispin! Please? I need you inside me, now!”
He raised his head, meeting her gaze directly. “I want to make you come first, honey. Once I get inside of you I’m going to take you hard and fast.”
“Yes! I want you to.”
“Fuck.” Crispin shoved to his feet, grasped her upper arms and helped her to sit on the edge of the mattress.
She was about to scoot back on the bed to give him room to get on with her, but before she could, he lifted her up into his arms. Jaimie rested her cast on his shoulder while looping her other arm around his neck as she hooked her legs around his hips. He groaned, and she moaned when his hard cock pressed against her wetness. She could feel the length of his shaft throbbing against her aching pussy.
Jaimie needed his taste in her mouth again, but the only way that was going to happen was if she licked his skin or kissed him. She pressed her nose against his throat, inhaling his delectable citrusy, musky scent before licking and sucking on his flesh. When he started purring, she giggled and smiled before suckling on the skin beneath his ear. He arched his neck, giving her better access and she obliged. For some unknown reason, Jaimie had the weirdest urge to mark him. She sucked hard before drawing away to gaze at his flesh, satisfaction filling her when she saw the hickey starting to form. As she scraped the edge of her teeth down the side of his neck, Crispin pressed her back against the wall.
She’d been so intent on marking him she hadn’t even noticed he was moving.
“Look at me, honey,” Crispin ordered.
She raised her gaze to his, her breath catching in her throat when she saw the haze of passion over his hazel eyes. There was more green than brown right at this moment, but she figured it was because he was so horny.
Jaimie was about to ask what he was waiting for, actually opened her mouth to do so, but Crispin covered her lips before she could speak. There was no slow build up. He devoured her, and she ravished him right back.
Their tongues danced and twirled before gliding along each other’s and curling again. Her nipples were pressed up against his chest and every time his pecs flexed, his skin caressed against the sensitive peaks, sending sparks of pleasure straight down to her clit.
Tightening her legs around his hips, she lifted up until the head of his cock kissed against her entrance, but before she could sink down on him, he grasped her ass cheeks, holding her in place and released her lips.
“Keep your eyes on mine, mate,” he demanded breathlessly.
She nodded in acknowledgment just before he began to press up into her as he pulled her down over him. It was difficult to keep her passion-heavy lids up, but she wanted to please him so badly, wanted him filling her so urgently, she’d do anything he asked right now.
She moaned as his long, thick, hard cock stretched her wet tissues, gliding along her sensitive walls. He filled her and filled her some more. By the time he was embedded deep inside of her, Jaimie felt full to overflowing.
When Crispin groaned and buried his face against her neck, his warm, moist breath gusting over her skin, she realized he was right on the edge of losing control. The fingers he was gripping her ass with were twitching and flexing as if he was worried about hurting her, but Jaimie knew deep in her heart that he and his brothers would never, ever, physically harm her. She wanted him losing control. She wanted him pounding in and out of her, but most of all, she wanted him claiming her.
“Crispin?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me!”
He lifted his head so slowly it was as if he was moving in slow motion. He stared intently into her eyes, withdrew his cock to the tip, bared his teeth—his fangs had already lengthened to sharp points which caused her to shudder with arousal—and he growled as he surged back in.
He was like a man possessed, pistoning his hot, hard dick in and out of her pussy, and she loved every second of it.
The fast, wet, frictional caress of his cock in and out of her needy pussy was like nothing she’d felt thus far. Cream dripped from her cunt as the pressure inside grew and grew and grew some more.
Each time he drove his dick into her pussy, the head of his cock bumped up against her cervix, and while it was slightly painful, it was more of a turn-on. He twisted his hips when he bottomed out, causing his pubis to press and rub against her engorged clit, making her sob with pleasure each time.
He licked and nipped his way down to her chest, swirling his tongue over first one nipple and then the other before drawing the tip into his mouth and suckling on it hard. He switched back and forth, giving each nipple the same attention, driving her mindless with need.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, he slanted his mouth over hers kissing her profoundly, wildly, carnally.
All the while he shuttled his cock in and out of her pussy.
Jaimie’s legs began to tremble as the coil began to gather. The walls of her pussy drew closer and closer together. She tried to catch Crispin’s hard, fast rhythm, rocking her hips to meet his every stroke, but he was moving way too fast. When his fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks as he broke the kiss, she gasped air into her oxygen-depleted lungs. He pressed her harder against the wall just as he opened his mouth over her shoulder right next to where Beckett had bitten her to claim her. She tensed in expectation of the pain, but it never came.
It took her a few moments to realize that he was using animal instincts and trying to keep her from moving by holding her with his teeth.
Jaimie rolled her head back and forth on the wall, her breaths coming out in noisy sobs as the pleasure building inside her ramped up even higher until she was hovering right on the edge of release.
She cried out as Crispin shoved his dick into her so hard, she felt the urge to pee. Instinctively, she squeezed her internal muscles, cutting off the sensation. And then something strange happened. Crispin stopped moving. Her internal muscles rippled and the impending climax began to dissipate.
“Do you trust me, honey?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered immediately.
“Then trust me to know what I’m doing. You’re not going to wet yourself. Don’t try and stave off your orgasm again. Okay? I want you letting go and covering me with all those delicious juices. I want your cream gushing out and dripping from my balls.”
Jaimie licked her lips and nodded. She’d already had cum dripping out of her, not so much gushing, and while she was a little disconcerted, she trusted Crispin that he knew what he was talking about.
“Okay.”
His heated expression softened as his lips curved up. A shudder ripped up her spine when she saw the tips of his fangs pressing into his bottom lip. She had no idea why she found that a turn-on. Maybe because it was a part of him and she was deeply in love with him and his brothers.
“Thank you for your trust, honey.”
Before she could reply, he lowered his head and ravished her mouth. Her pussy clenched around his cock when it twitched inside of her, and that seemed to be the signal he was waiting for.
Instead of starting off fast and hard, Crispin slowly stroked his thick, hard cock in and out of her at an almost lazy, leisurely pace. While she didn’t understand it since neither of them had come yet, the frenetic fervor had simmered to a low boil. However, she had a feeling it wouldn’t be too long before they were both clawing at each other while reaching for their pleasure.
When she came, she wanted to take Crispin with her. She wanted him shouting her name.
* * * *
Crispin was glad their desperation had eased off. He had no clue as to why, but now that it had, he savored every thrust, every sensation of her pussy caressing along his shaft. He shifted her a little higher in his arms so on his next stroke the head of his cock rubbed over her G-spot. He’d been getting it with every other glide when she’d been in a frenzy. He wanted his dick rubbing over it every time from now on. She’d already been close to coming and ejaculating and while he was disappointed she’d fought her pleasure off, he understood it.
What woman wouldn’t try to stop herself from peeing and embarrassing herself, but she hadn’t been about to empty her bladder.
Humbleness pushed his disappointment aside, and his heart warmed. She trusted him. The truth had rung in her tone when she’d answered him without any hesitation.
It was his job as her man, as one of her mates, to show her how much pleasure she was capable of, and he aimed to do just that.
He lifted his mouth from hers, watching her with hooded eyes as he made love with her. When he felt her walls getting tauter, he knew she was on the way back up the slope and increased the pace of his thrusting hips.
He ground his teeth down in an effort to diminish some of his own pleasure when the warning tingles started at the base of his spine.
“Oh!” Jaimie sobbed as the head of his cock slid along the distended, spongy spot inside of her. So he did it again and again, and again.
Liquid desire warmed his lower belly and the tingles moved around toward his groin. Crispin realized he was seconds away from coming and while he wanted to slow his fast, thrusting hips, he was too far gone.
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