Wolf's Touch

by Ambrielle Kirk

  What was Jayson thinking?

  A high speed chase down on a busy street was a bad idea.

  They swerved in and out between cars and the jerky motions made her feel as though she’d vomit crab cakes, lobster, vodka medley at any moment. She looked behind her to confirm that Zeldano’s maniacs were still following them closely.

  A horn blasted and every blood vessel in her body seemed to freeze.

  An eighteen wheeler propelled toward them in the opposite lane. Fate was not on their side tonight, as another large freight truck came into view.

  She swallowed. “Jayson…”

  This time, no response came. He ducked low on the bike, and she did the same holding onto him tightly because her life depended on it.

  The next move happened when she blinked. She glimpsed a flurry of white on either side of her as they whizzed between the two big rigs just as both came to stop under a red traffic light. Of course, Jayson ignored the signal and sailed right through it.

  She cringed when she heard tires scrubbing the pavement and metal crashing into metal.

  They came to a screeching halt yards away from the intersection.

  Arianna tore the helmet off and panted, taking in the scene behind them. The scent of gas and burnt rubber made it difficult for her to clear her senses and take in fresh air.

  It was a pity that the black Cadillac hadn’t stopped in time. She could make out what looked like the front end of the car stuck under the back end of the eighteen-wheeler.

  When she turned back around, Jayson slowly met her gaze. She’d known this man since she was a child. The look in his eyes told her that he had questions—and plenty of them.

  “Thank you,” was all she managed to whisper before putting her helmet back on.

  He gunned the engine and drove them away from the scene of the accident. This time, his speed was well within the city limits.

  Chapter Five

  “Wolf in the city?” Arianna asked as Jayson turned the key in the doorknob.

  He smirked, opened the door, and let her pass. “I’ve always preferred the metropolitan scenery. You know that.”

  She stood in the foyer of his condo and took in the open floor plan. The focal point of the room was the massive white marble fireplace. An abstract art picture made of stained glass was fixed above it. The windows were oversized and stretched from floor to ceiling. She walked to the other end of the condo and pressed her hand to the glass leading out to the private terrace. There was a scenic view of the night sky and high-rise buildings next to them. The ceiling was vaulted, kind of like a dome. He didn’t have much furniture, but then again, from what she could remember he always kept the minimum. Jayson’s place was the epitome of a bachelor’s pad.

  He threw his jacket over the coat rack and tossed a set of keys on an end table. “Make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink?”

  “I’ve had enough for one night, thank you.” She took a seat on a brown leather coach and slipped off her heels.

  Jayson disappeared around a wall and returned with two chilled bottles of water. “I meant a regular drink,” he said, and handed one to her which she accepted.

  She pressed the cool plastic to her forehead and leaned back on his couch. His eyes studied her intently as he chugged his water down in three gulps.

  Finally, he sat down next to her. “Do you mind telling me why we were being chased like wild rabbits?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know exactly.”

  “Exactly?”

  “Zeldano’s escorts drove me to the night club after we had dinner at his estate. I—”

  Jayson turned to face her. “Are you dating him now?”

  “No,” she replied, frowning. “It was a business dinner. For me and my father.”

  “What type of business?”

  “They’re planning a partnership.” This time she shifted in her seat to give him her undivided attention. “How long have you and my father been planning to dissolve Klein and Truman, LP?”

  “For a while. A progression of things led up to our decision. Prior to his death, my father signed all his shares over to me instead of ending their contract. To this day, I wonder why he would do something like this knowing that Mr. Klein and I don’t work well together.”

  “How did I not know about these plans to dissolve?”

  “Your father has done an extraordinary job of keeping the details out of the public. After all, more than half of his clients are loyal Caedmon followers. He is not.”

  “You’re right. He hasn’t announced his withdrawal yet. It’s only a matter of time before he pulls his support from the new Caedmon leadership. According to him, there is an open deal on the table for him and Zeldano.”

  “A deal?”

  “Yes. A contract that, to my understanding, would precede the dissolution of Klein and Truman.”

  “Our current agreement does not allow us to enter into other partnerships. At least, not while this one is currently ongoing.”

  “This was where my father brought me into the mix. Since I still carry the Klein name, he wants me to sign as initial partner…that and other stipulations…”

  Arianna stood and walked over toward the glass doors leading onto the terrace. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out against the dark backdrop, city lights, and tall buildings.

  How did it all come to this? She should have seen it coming. Her father had been facilitating drastic changes to the business model. Every week, she’d hear about a long-time client seizing to do business with him. Arianna had enough expertise to know that the majority of businesses reached the decline phase at one point or another. But how far would her father go before everything hit rock bottom. Was he deliberating doing this?

  Jayson was directly behind her, his palm on her bare shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like you agree with this contract.”

  “It’s my father’s last minute attempt to fix things, I know. When mom died, he fell into a slump and never made it out. He’s acting in desperation.”

  “On top of that, he lost what would have been his first son to a stillbirth. I’m sorry you have to go through this.”

  She turned, and tilted her head to study Jayson. “Is this something you want? To see the end of the partnership?”

  “Like I said, your father and I haven’t worked well together since I started with the firm as a young boy. The answer is yes, I wanted to end the partnership even before my father’s death. For some reason he didn’t think it was a good idea to dissolve at the time. I almost wonder if he knew about Mr. Klein’s side dealings.”

  “It’s possible, but maybe he wasn’t sure. It seems my father covered up everything…even from me. What do the clients think of this?”

  “I’ve suspected that your father has been breaking agreements with his clients for months. I’ve not lost one client on my end, however.”

  She sighed. “It’ almost as if he’s pulling the business down on purpose.”

  Jayson’s forehead creased, and he said nothing to this claim.

  Arianna clenched her hands into fists just thinking about the proposal her father had laid out for her. “I can’t believe he’s doing this.” She was afraid for her father and for his future. As his only living child, she was supposed to support him in his endeavors. But in this…she could not.

  Jayson lifted a hand and stroked the side of her face with his thumb.

  His touch was warm, and surprisingly comforting. She closed her eyes, as he reached the side of her neck, stroking it with his palm.

  “I don’t like seeing you this way. You shouldn’t have to worry about these problems,” he whispered.

  The instant she opened her eyes she saw sincerity mixed with concern in his expression.

  “In addition to what I’ve learned, my father’s attempts to control my life have gotten out of hand.” She couldn’t stand telling him that she’d been offered to the highest bidder as a result of her father’s dealings. “You remembe
r how it used to be—almost impossible to leave the house to enjoy life.”

  “I will help. If you let me.”

  “I know you would,” she said, “but these problems are my own.”

  “They are very much my problems as well. This business is part of the network that binds two Caedmon branches together. It’s just not official yet.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you want to see this link end, Arianna?”

  “No.”

  She had no doubts in her decision. Unlike her father, she was a loyal Caedmon.

  Jayson tipped her chin and his lips settled onto hers. He kissed her…and she let him.

  Light, sensuous sips to her lips at first. And then firm roving caresses that coaxed her mouth open. He tasted sweet and hot at the same time, and she closed her eyes, relishing in the sinful urges that she hadn’t had in a very long time.

  He dragged his hand through her hair, down her spine, and then finally rested on the small of her back. She arched into him, molding her body against him. Something tightened deep in her core. A longing. The need for fulfillment. The weakness she’d subdued to protect herself.

  Her back hit the wall and he grabbed her about the waist, molding her pelvis to his. She felt his desire. Hot, hard, and pulsing against her.

  Jayson tore his lips away from her and his gaze bore into hers.

  She immediately wrapped her fingers around the back of her neck and pulled him back down to her. Persuading him to join her in a deeper kiss, one that ignited the flames between her legs. Their tongues swirled deliriously together. The taste of him was orgasmic. One taste was all it took. She couldn’t get enough of it.

  They separated for air, but his lips remained on her. The tip of his tongue sliced across the vein on her neck and he sucked at her flesh. Each delicious stroke of his tongue had her shuddering in wanton longing.

  He bared her breasts, pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders. She hissed when his lips closed in on her nipple. His body held her firm to the wall as he bent to suckle.

  “Jayson,” she moaned.

  A low growl rumbled in his throat in answer.

  He kneaded a globe in his hand and skillfully teased the nipples and areolas until they were taut. Her pussy clenched in exquisite pleasure as he took a wet tongue to the other breast. He suckled hungrily on her, and she propped her back against the wall. It was the only think she could do to hold herself up, as her legs became weak from Jayson’s licks of torture.

  He made her turn around and placed her palms against the glass. She turned to protest, but he kissed her lips. The sound of her zipper being undone joined with the sound of their synchronized heavy breathing. Her dress slipped down her hips and fell to the floor at her feet. His hot roving tongue traced the crook of her neck.

  Her eyelids fluttered closed as he found the area where he’d nipped her so long ago. The mark that almost was…

  A whimper escaped her lips as he gave the spot his full attention. Over the years, his mark had faded, but from the jolts of pleasure shooting from the area down her back and spine, she could tell there was something still there.

  “It pleases me to know that you’re still unclaimed,” he whispered against her shoulder.

  “I bet it does.” She pressed her forehead against the cold glass, and her heated breath fogged it.

  Jayson traced the edges of her lace panties, slipping under the fabric. His fingers brushed against the lips of her pussy. Heavenly sensations washed through her and she bit her bottom lip to keep from uttering another cry. He parted her, stroking her clit and sending her nerves in frenzy. All the while, he teased the unfinished mark on her neck.

  He pushed two fingers up into her and pumped. The other hand played with her nipples. She pressed her ass against his erection and reminisced on the way he used to fuck her. There had never been another man who could bring her to completion so proficiently.

  Before long, he’d worked her so well that she trembled against him reaching climax in his embrace.

  Arianna turned around, barely able to stand, to find his finger between his lips. The sight of it turned her on. Perhaps it was the alcohol still in her system or maybe she was just drunk off her own climax. She reached between them and tore his zipper open. In only seconds, his cock was free of the confines of his jeans and boxer briefs. When she caught a glance of nothing but nine and a half inches of rock hard muscle, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him.

  Her fingers curled around the hot rigid column of arousal. She forced him back until his legs hit the back of the couch, and bent on her knees to admire him.

  He lifted his head to the ceiling and moaned as she took care in caressing every inch of him. She remembered every vivid detail. The way the head plumped like a ripe berry when he was extremely aroused. The way the blood rushed against the veins and pulsed against her fingers. Even down to the taste of his pre-cum. Many nights, this same vivid picture had brought her to climax when she pleasured herself.

  She tightened her palm around him, causing a clear drop of semen to escape the tip. Her tongue instinctively ran across her lips before she licked up the sweet drop, dipping inside the delicate slit for more. It would only take minutes, and she could have him on the verge of climax. Or she could draw out his release to drive him crazy. She knew all too well how to send Jayson over the edge.

  Arianna dragged her tongue against the vein leading up the bulbous tip and took him inside her. She rolled it around and sucked on the head. Her mouth watered as she thirsted for more of his taste.

  He groaned in discontent when she released him.

  “Are you teasing me?” Jayson lifted her to her feet, and kissed her firmly on the mouth. “Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve had you?”

  She grinned. “I realize that…yes.”

  “Say the words and I can fix that.”

  “Why should I have to say them…” she met his gaze “…when you already know?”

  Jayson picked her up and was across the room in seconds. He placed her in the center of his bed and her body sunk into the plush comforter. She blushed as he stood over her and undressed. He tore his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor behind him. His body was just as she’d last seen it. Lean and ripped from spending countless hours working in and running through the forest. And tanned from sitting under the sun too long. He ran his fingers through his wild black hair, confirming for her that he had still not dropped that devilish habit.

  How could one man cause any woman to drop to her knees in one heartbeat? Gift, or no gift. Magic. Power. Whatever it was… it should have been a sin to have so much sex appeal. There should have been a punishment for using it on innocent victims.

  He was still rock solid from her teasing and she was ready to be taken.

  She spread her legs and glanced at him coyly.

  He wasted no time as he knelt on the bed in front of her, parting her thighs, and sliding her panties aside. When first his tongue sliced through her, she jerked her hips in surprise on the bed. He darted in and out of the folds of her sex with his tongue, but paid no immediate attention to her aching clit.

  Arianna grabbed handfuls of comforter and bit back her cries. He licked her with leisurely strokes. He pushed her thighs open wide using his shoulders and touched her softly with the pads of his fingers.

  “I remember the very first time I saw your pretty pussy,” he said, between licks.

  She lifted her hips slightly off the bed, offering herself in total to him.

  “You were only seventeen then. Your father and mine were finishing up their discussions. It was so boring when you left to retire to bed. I thought I’d come say goodnight…”

  He slid his day old stubble against her thighs, and she trembled once more.

  “I knocked on your bedroom door, but you didn’t answer. I opened it anyway…”

  She’d heard the story before and yet every time he brought it up again, the memories brought a hot blush
to her face.

  “Gods, you were beautiful. The way your legs were spread wide on the bed with your hands between your thighs playing with pussy. You were glistening wet with honey…” he pushed two fingers inside of her “…just like this. I wanted to taste you. You looked so fucking good.”

  Jayson stopped mid-speech to devour her. He sipped at the swollen lips of her pussy and her pleasure build up tightening inside of her.

  “It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Damn, I needed to fuck you that night. I wanted to give you what you craved.”

  He licked at her clit, but not enough to send her over the edge.

  “Jayson, please…” He was teasing her and knew she was on the verge of orgasm.

  “I went home that night with visions of your sweet pussy on my mind, declaring that one day I would have you for dessert and then fuck you. Not just imagine it. I would cum in your pussy and not in my hand.”

  “Please.”

  “Is that what you want now, Arianna?”

  “Yes. Now.”

  He captured the aching bud, sucking and licking until she was writhing on the bed. His palms cupped her ass and he pulled her closer to his mouth. When he buried his tongue within her, her thighs quaked. She let go, cried out in pleasure and let all her inhibitions go. Her release was more than sexual and all the tension in her body disappeared.

  When she was sated, Jayson crawled over her with a sinister grin on his face. She felt a shy smile spreading across her lips as well. She captured his face between her palms and pulled him down for a kiss.

  He rolled over so that she was on top, lifted her hips, and positioned his dick at the entrance of her pussy. She slid down, biting her lips as she took him inch by inch. It had been over a year since they’d been together. He fit snugly inside of her. The controlled and blissful expression on his face told her that it was just as good for him as well.