Wicked Surrender

by T. A. Grey

  His fingers pulled out of her and when they didn’t return, she turned to see what he was doing. His hand caught the back of her head and turned her back away. Alpha. The man reeked of dominance.

  It was as though her confession about control h ad set something off inside him or maybe he just wanted to out do Dmetri, or maybe he just really loved her ass. Either way she was dying to know.

  She heard the cap on the bottle again squeeze then snap shut. The bed dipped and his hands cupped her buttocks squeezing them firmly and moving them wide. She wanted to turn to see him but knew he wanted her to stay just like this. She felt like an offering. Except he was the human. God, he didn’t feel that way though.

  A hard round nudge pushed at her tight entrance . It hurt and she naturally tightened her muscles . The hands on her cheeks grew softer, ran loving strokes up and down her back.

  “Relax baby, trust me. You know you can trust me , right? I would never do anything to hurt you, Vera.”

  She did know that. This man had spent his whole protecting people, especially women. She nodded her head and made her body relax.

  He came back again and she was surprised how easily her body opened and gave around him. He kept just the head of him there and already her breathing was wild.

  It was pain yet it didn’t hurt. She felt full yet he wasn’t inside. Her body was thrumming on the brink of something huge and he wasn’t even inside her. She didn’t know if she wanted to buck him away or have him plunge inside.

  His hands came back, stroking softly through her hair, rubbing the tense muscles in her back, relaxing her, coaxing her body into softening. And she did. She pushed in further and couldn’t stop from crying out. It wasn’t a cry of pain though.

  He didn’t miss it either. He pulled back to leave just his wide head inside her, then gently pushed back in a few inches, rocking so slowly inside her.

  “I wish you could see how beautiful you look wrapped around me. To be the only man here. You’re mine, b aby. Do you hear me? All mine.”

  She started to respond, but he stabbed all the way in. She keened below him, her hips rocking, fighting against him at being so fully taken. She clawed at the bedsheets like an animal and tried to pull herself away from him.

  It was too much. Yet so damn good. She had no idea what to do, but her body was bucking wild at the big intrusion. Jacks hand fell between her shoulders blades and held her down. She tried to push against him but it was useless. There was no moving this man. As he held her down, he worked his cock out of her tight muscles, sliding with the lube he used, and there was a lot of it, she felt it dripping out of her, sliding between her thighs.

  He worked his cock out to the tip then pushed in. Again and again as her body fought below. On the fourth stroke, it was like magic. Her wild cries turned soft and sexy. Moans filled her as the most incredible sensation rushed through her.

  “Good baby, you’re doing real good.” His other hand stroked her back, her hips, and ass cheeks so softly compared to his thrusts that grew rough and wild.

  She could feel his orgasm pulling up tight in him. His breathing changed, his grip tightened, and his hips jerked faster and faster, harder until the sound of his hips slapping loud against her ass echoed off the walls.

  Vera screamed as her body seized up tight. Her orgasm exploded from her body like a rocket. Her ass and pussy clamped down hard as she fought to stay conscious and not fly off the bed with her orgasm.

  Jacks slammed into her one last time, the muscles working him were too tight, too strong, and he lost himself. She felt the long, hot spurts of cum filling her as his cock pulsed again and again. Hot liquid filled her deep .

  She’d never felt anything like it. She tightened her muscles and clamped down on him, wanting to keep him there forever.

  He groaned above her and only after she wrung him dry did he pull out and fall next to her, pulling her into his arms.

  “I think I’m in love,” he laughed, toying with a lock of her hair.

  Vera’s breath caught and she was glad that she had her face buried in his neck so he couldn’t see the pain ed look on her face. Or worse, the hope that had lit up her eyes for a second before he laughed.

  A horrible cold surrounded her heart. He would never love her. After they got back home, he’d say goodbye and that would be the end. It was almost too painful to think about.

  Just like Dmetri. A very small part of her had been happy when he finally broke it off. The first time she’d told him she loved him, she was met with awkward silence—that was two months in to the relationship. She’d said it only three other times in the year they were together. Each time, he’d smile at her and kiss her, an uncomfortable glint in his eyes.

  Vera relaxed into his strong arms and listened to the strong beat of his heart.

  One thing was sure . There was no way she could continue to see Jacks. She’d tried that kind of relationship before, and she was worth more than that. She meant what she said to Dmetri, she deserved someone who actually loved her.

  She would cherish every last moment together with him. Then she would spend the rest of her life picking up the pieces of her heart and try to put them back together.

  Chapter Ten

  “I think that covers everything for the Kategan treaty,” Brayden said. “I am sorry about the complications with Ariss; I assure you that she, her guardian, and Master Claude will be dealt with accordingly.”

  “When you find her, you mean,” Jacks said, a lethal scowl on his face. Vera turned away from him before he could see just how much she liked the ferocity in him.

  “We will find her. She and her guardian can’t stay hidden forever.”

  “Thanks Brayden, maybe I’ll see you next year.” Vera smiled at the old vampire. The man looked anything but old, but she knew he’d been walking the earth for a very long time. Just a hint of a smile formed on his lips.

  “Of course you will. Have a safe trip home.”

  Vera waved and was almost to the door when Dmetri stopped her. Jacks took a step toward him but Vera put a hand on his arm to stay him. She couldn’t stop the spark of pleasure that came over her at seeing Jacks so protective of her. She was really setting herself up for a world of pain.

  Last night had been something special for her, something she’d never shared with anyone. While her heart twisted knowing that he’d never fully give himself to her, she was ready to embrace what she could have with him. If only temporary.

  “Yes, Dmetri?” she prompted. She stood between the two men feeling a little like a sexy sandwich. Just press closer, boys.

  He glared at Jacks then said to her, “I wanted to say I’m sorry about the wine and everything.” He lifted a hand towards her cheek. Jacks bared his teeth and took another step forward, pushing his body into her back. Her heart fluttered painfully. He’d be perfect if he weren’t too scared to try a relationship. Hell, she’d said the same thing about him being human. At least she’d learned from that.

  “Thank you for saying that Dmetri. I know you regret what happened. Listen, let’s just put it past us, okay? No harm no foul. I just want you to be happy. You’ve lived a long time and most of it has been alone. I hope that you can find someone to fulfill you. I just wasn’t that woman. For both our sakes, I’m glad I realized that.”

  A deep sadness clouded his eyes, and then he nodded. “Yeah, thanks Vera. Have a safe trip.”

  Vera and Jacks left the mansion and stepped out into the late evening air. Their bags were already packed and loaded into their rental. Jacks stepped past her and snatched the keys out of her hand.

  “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I’m driving, baby,” he said and slid into the driver’s seat. Vera’s stomach did a cartwheel. The man used her weakness against her without even realizing what he was doing. She’d divulged her deepest secret of relinquishing control and now he used it in the bedroom and in normal activities like this. Did he even realize it? Probably not, the man oozed co
nfidence from every pore on his body.

  She slid into the seat next to him as he started the car. He barely waited for her to latch her seatbelt before he cupped the back of her neck and brought her face close for a toe-curling kiss. The kiss was gentle but demanding. It was a kiss of possession, and Vera kissed him back with every ounce of need in her, trying to say without words what she wanted, needed. He pulled back from her, breathing heavy. His eyes glittered with arousal as he tracked over her face and neck.

  He nodded, satisfied with what he’d done, then pulled away from the gothic mansion. Vera watched the house receding in the side view mirror. When the car turned and she could no longer see the mansion, she smiled. Dmetri was gone from her life and for the first time in years, she was happy about it.

  Vera settled her hand on Jacks’ thigh. He peered at her quickly then looked back at the road. The way he drove was precise and smooth, the kind of man who really knew what he was doing. Who knew such a simple thing could turn her on.

  “Are you sore today?” His voice was gruff and filled with concern. Vera let her hand travel up his leg and back to his knee before answering.

  “Only a little.” She bit her lip, an unconscious gesture, as she trailed her hand back up his thigh. He was so wide and strong there; his thighs like sold tree trunks of muscle. She’d always had thing for legs, and this man passed with flying colors.

  “What are you doing?”

  She didn’t think it possible, but his voice grew even huskier. Her pussy throbbed with arousal at the sound of it. He had the same voice when he was buried inside her. Her hand squeezed over his thigh and felt the muscle jump underneath.

  “I love your legs. Some women prefer butts, chests, hands, or cocks, but me, I love legs. Strong, powerful, muscular legs. The kind of legs that show a girl you’re strong enough to give her a real good time.”

  Jacks cut her another glittering stare. “You’re wet, aren’t you?” Vera controlled the flush that threatened to stray up to her cheeks and nodded. “So what if I am?”

  She watched him take a deep, choppy breath then pop his neck. He kept sneaking short looks over at her as if he was studying her. Finally his gaze fell to her the bottom of her dress resting against the middle of her thighs.

  “I’ve never know a woman to wear so many dresses and skirts.” He sounded angry about it.

  “Is that a problem for you?”

  He choked on a laugh. “Not at all. It just drives a man wild. Pull your dress up to your waist; let me see your legs.”

  The abrupt change in topic had Vera’s stomach churning nervously while her pussy was threatening to spread her legs for her if she didn’t do it herself. Vera remembered that her time with him was limited, so she leaned back into the seat and slowly dragged the hem of her dress up her thighs, inch by inch.

  He continued to cut quick glances at her. His nostrils flared when finally her panties were bared. Today she’d thrown on a pair of her black lace boy-short panties that sat low on her wide hips. He looked away and wiped a hand over his mouth.

  “Pull your panties down and spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”

  A nervous thrill going through her, Vera obeyed, pulling her panties down until they rested around her ankles, then spreading her knees wide. Her scent filled the air in the tight confines of the car. Jacks’ grip on the steering wheel tightened.

  “Like this?” she asked sweetly and ran her hands up her bare thighs.

  His cheeks flushed and she recognized the hot look that came into his eyes. She knew if she unzipped his jeans, she’d find his cock rock hard and leaking at the round head just for her.

  “Lay down in my lap, baby.” Vera arched a delicate eyebrow then slid into his lap. She rubbed her cheek along the incredible erection pulsing against his zipper like a cat. Delicately she used her teeth and pressed a path along the ridge of his cock up and down. His hand came down in her hair to stay her.

  “No, turn around.”

  Vera pouted, but turned around so that she could look up at his face. She felt trapped between him and the steering wheel; her knees were bent and spread open at this angle, one on the floorboard, the other resting against the passenger seat.

  His right hand shot out and flattened on her stomach. “Ohh,” she gasped.

  Now she got it.

  His hand bunched up the fabric of her dress that had slipped back down and pulled it up high to her waist. Then she felt the hot press of his hand on her bare stomach, low on her hips. His fingers spread wide, then his pinky passed over her thin strip of hair.

  “Jacks,” she gasped and couldn’t keep still any longer. Her hands dipped under his t-shirt and ran up his chest. She felt his legs tighten under her back and an image flew through her head of mounting him while he drove.

  “You are so beautiful. Soft and smooth. I just want to lick you all over.” Vera moaned when his hand boldly cupped her naked pussy. She heard his sound of approval at her wetness and wanted to preen in delight.

  From that point on he controlled her body, told her body what to feel and how much to feel.

  A thick finger slid inside her, pumping in and out like a cock. Vera’s hand clenched on his chest as hot pleasure bloomed inside her. He petted her pussy, stroked her deep, then circled her needy bud all the while talking to her in the deep, sexy voice.

  “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. You’re so tight and small you grip my finger like a little fist.” He thrust in with two fingers, pumping them in and out. “And your nipples, baby, shit. Fucking perfect dusky, hard-tipped nipples that I want to lick and nibble on like a damn baby.”

  Vera’s head was spinning. She was a gasping, panting pile of lust at the mercy of his hands. Her hips arched into his touch with each downward thrust. All she needed was a little more and she was going to split apart.

  “Jacks, Jacks.” He must have heard the urgency in her voice because he pulled his fingers from her tight channel and began circling them over her clitoris with her own cream. Vera felt like a bitch in heat with her skirt pulled up and his hand petting her so good. She wanted his cock in her, pumping deep and hard.

  She shook her head side to side as unimaginable pleasure stayed just out of reach. He was rubbing her too softly. She needed him to press harder, but every time her hips rocked up, he let up on the pressure. She lazily opened her eyes and saw the lines of strain bracketing his mouth and eyes.

  “Do it. I need you, Jacks.”

  His nostrils flared, and then he looked down at her. “Not until you tell me you’re mine.” Vera’s pulse boomed in her ears as her body teetered on the brink of orgasm with his teasing, gentle rubs. Mine? He wanted her to claim she was his. If only he knew how true it was.

  “I’m yours, lumara. I’m yours.”

  Jacks finally, blissfully, rubbed her pussy in earnest. He gave her no leave, but sought only to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body with only his fingertips. Vera’s head kicked back, a wild moan leaving her as her body exploded apart. Her hips shot off the seat and bounced against his hand while she tried desperately to hold on to his chest for some kind of grip in reality.

  Her body dissolved into a blissful puddle in his lap. She didn’t know how long she stayed there, she felt as though she drifted in and out of sleep. But when her eyes slowly slid open, she could feel the rigid press of his cock against the back of her head.

  One hand steered the car while the other stroked her stomach in loving passes. She looked down to see he’d pulled her dress back down and covered her naked pussy. That little thought thrilled her more than it probably should.

  It was completely dark outside now with only the occasional passing car lights lighting his face in bright sweeps of light. Vera’s heart tightened in her chest. She bit her lip to keep from saying the words she so desperately wanted to.

  Suddenly his hand left her stomach to curl under her chin. He passed his thumb across her lip, giving her no choice but to stop biting it. She could smell her es
sence on his fingers and pride filled her. While he made her state her claim on him, she’d claimed him in the most basic of ways. Her scent was all over him.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “I...nothing. Why do you ask?”

  “You were biting your lip like it was a tasty steak. You only do that when you’re bothered with something.” Vera sputtered. Like hell, how did he know that? She didn’t even know that about herself.

  “It was nothing; I was just thinking I guess.”

  “About what?” About how I love you and you can’t even date me. About how when we get back to Chicago you’re going to kiss me goodbye and never see me again. About how certain she was, she’d never be the same. He was her mate. There was no doubt in her bones as to that.

  When she’d asked Vane and Rome about it, they’d told her the same thing. That it was an unquestioning truth they’d realized; there was no doubt or hesitance, only pure understanding from their souls and their beast. Vera thought it sounded like a bunch of guys who just found love for the first time, but now she knew she’d been way wrong. It was true. Her lykaen, her heart wanted to keep this man at her side forever and ever.

  “I was just thinking about how I owe you,” she said and wiggled against his hard erection. He bared his teeth in a pained grimace and was already shaking his head.

  “Thanks, but we can’t baby. I can’t drive while you touch me. It was hard just touching you and focusing.”

  Vera grinned and ignored all the nasty thoughts popping in on her by rolling over. She rubbed her cheek over his zipper like he was a genie’s lamp and she was ready to get her wish.

  “Dammit woman did you not hear a word I just said? If you touch me there I might run this car off the fucking road.” A desperate urgency was inside her. She had to do this. It was the only connection he had to her. She released the button of his jeans and the hiss of the zipper sounded.

  Already she could hear his breathing deepen. When a big hand curled in her hair, she knew she’d won. She pulled down his tight jeans until his cock popped free. She wanted to tease him like he’d done her but couldn’t bring herself to. Her emotions were too raw. And some evil part of her wanted him to remember her after he left her, to remember this moment for the rest of his life. For every woman he had yet to fuck and make smile.