Jack covered her body with his once more, withdrawing his fingers from her slick pussy and running his hands all along the curve from her hips upward. He cupped her breasts and gave them a long, playful squeeze, reaching around to tweak her nipples firmly before rolling them between his fingertips. The attack sent jolts and spasms of sensation through Mia’s body and she writhed helplessly, arching as best as she could into his touches, the delicious combination of pleasure and pain that Jack was inspiring in her. Mia was becoming wetter and wetter by the moment, the scent of her arousal filling the air and mingling with Jack’s heady pheromones as he teased her relentlessly. She was left gasping and moaning as Jack brought each of her breasts in turn to his lips, kissing and licking—and then sucking her nipples, grazing her with his sharp teeth, carefully biting along the sensitive undersides of her breasts as she lay there helpless. One of his hands trailed down along her body once more, reaching and finding her slick folds, sliding up between them and stroking her up and down slowly while his mouth worked her breasts.
Mia heard the low growling, felt the vibration against her skin as Jack became more and more turned on. She twisted her hips, trying to get better contact with his probing, stroking fingers, struggling against his greater weight and her own vulnerability in being tied up. He plunged two fingers inside of her and Mia cried out in pleasure, her hips shifting as if of their own will to take the intrusion as deeply as possible. Jack began to thrust his fingers in and out, deeper and deeper, and Mia was writhing and squirming underneath him, tugging against the bindings on her wrists, a sound between a moan and a growl leaving her throat as she became more and more turned on. Jack’s thumb found her clit, and the pressure, the constant, tantalizing rubbing accompanying every thrust of his fingers inside of her sent tingles through Mia’s pussy and out through her body, warring with the ache in her shoulders and the stronger strain in her arms.
In a matter of moments, it seemed, Mia was on the edge of orgasm, moving underneath Jack’s touches and attacks like an animal, deprived of higher brain functions by the rushing pleasure and sensations that were flooding her mind. “Come for me, little she-wolf,” Jack murmured, barely breaking away from her breasts as his fingers brushed against her g-spot, intensifying the deep tightness deep down between her hips. It was as if he had found a knot deep inside of her body, a secretive tension that Mia hadn’t even known was there, and his stroking, rubbing fingers were unravelling it, pulling it free. Mia whimpered in need, the low sound leaving her throat steadily as her body moved without thinking. She cried out, her muscles tightening convulsively, spasms of pleasure working their way through her body and dancing along her nerves as she reached her climax, repeating Jack’s name in delirious relief as the release seized her, wringing her out.
Jack continued his assaults while Mia rode through her orgasm, panting and gasping. As the spasms began to abate, he finally eased up, not quite leaving her body as she trembled in aftershocks. “Oh, oh Jack, oh yes…” she murmured, arching up to try and get close enough to kiss him once more. Jack smiled against her skin, nipping sharply just above her nipple before he trailed up to claim her mouth with his own.
“You’re so good,” Jack told her, running his hands over her body. Mia blushed, arching into him, pressing against his body. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, nuzzling against her neck and face. He kissed her hungrily, rubbing against her, and Mia caught the fragrance of his pheromones intensifying, renewing her arousal even as his hands moved over her body to caress and tease her. She moaned against his lips, feeling her body tightening with new tension, her heart beginning to race once more.
Jack lifted himself off of her and stood up next to the bed, quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. Mia shifted around to watch him strip naked, enjoying the sight as more and more of Jack’s body was revealed to her. Over the course of their relationship so far, she had done everything she could to memorize as much of his body as possible—but she still found herself exhilarated and turned on by the sight of him stripping naked; his lean muscles, the indentation of his hip bones, the fluid movements of his body. When he was naked, Jack gave her a moment to admire him, and then picked her up off of the bed, steadying her on her feet as he touched her all over, caressing, kneading and playfully tweaking sensitive parts of her anatomy. Mia knew what he wanted; as he let go of her, taking a slight step back, she sank carefully onto her knees, balancing precariously on her way down.
Jack brought the tip of his cock to her lips with a moan, and Mia took him in, sucking and licking enthusiastically. It had taken her a while to learn how to really pleasure him—but she had been very motivated in her education, enjoying the moans and growls that left her lover’s throat as she used her mouth to turn him on more and more. Jack’s precum began to flow and Mia moaned around his shaft, swallowing it as it coated her tongue. She loved the salty-sharp taste of him, the velvety heat of him between her lips. Gradually she took more and more of him in her mouth, running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, lapping at the fluid that built up along the tip as Jack became more and more turned on by what she was doing. She lavished her attentions all over, worshipping him with her lips and tongue, barely grazing him with her teeth carefully as she took more and more of him past her lips.
Jack’s hips began to move, and Mia breathed carefully, swallowing and suppressing her gag reflex as he brushed against the back of her throat. She moaned lowly, bringing her tongue down to lap at the base of his cock. Mia smiled to herself, feeling herself becoming more and more turned on by the moment, wrapped up in the thrill of giving her lover pleasure. She shifted on her knees, adjusting as she sucked harder on his cock, closing her eyes to focus her entire mind on the pursuit. She wanted more than anything to make Jack come—she had come to enjoy the taste of him, the feeling of vulnerable power that came with bringing him to orgasm with just her mouth. Mia began bobbing her head carefully in counterpoint to the thrusts from Jack’s hips, inhaling and exhaling steadily through her nose as more and more of his precum rushed along her tongue and slid down her throat. She could feel him twitching, could sense the tension mounting in his body as he approached orgasm, and Mia intensified her efforts, intent on getting her way.
Jack groaned, the sound mingling with a low growl—animalistic and enticing—as he reached his pleasure. Mia swallowed as wave after wave of sticky-slick, sharp heat rushed into her mouth, Jack’s cock twitching erratically and his hips thrusting harder and faster in the last few moments of his climax. She continued her attentions right up until she felt him beginning to soften between her lips, pulling back and swallowing the last of his pleasure as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Jack was panting, his eyes closed, his fingers tangled in her hair and his other hand holding him up against the bed. “Oh, my dear, you are so, so very good,” he told her, opening his dark eyes and looking down at her with satisfaction and approval. He picked her up carefully, holding her unsteadily against him as his lips connected with hers, and Mia felt contented at how much pleasure she had given him. Jack pressed her back onto the bed, onto her back, and Mia felt the pull and ache in her shoulders, the tingling numbness in her hands, as her weight pressed against her bound arms.
Mia moaned out as Jack reached down between her legs once more, running his fingers along her slick folds. “Mmm, you’re even already ready for me again,” he said with approval, covering her body with his own. Mia could feel his cock beginning to stir, and almost chuckled at the fact that she now understood that werewolves had almost nonexistent refractory periods. Jack moved down along her body quickly, tweaking her nipples with his fingers as his lips trailed along her abdomen. He stopped at her hips for just a moment, looking up at her before he sunk his teeth into her skin with a quick, sharp bite that made her gasp. The next moment, Jack was spreading her legs wide open, burying his face against Mia’s soaking wet pussy. Mia cried out in pleasure as Jack’s tongue worked up and down along her slick folds, lapping a
t her fluids and teasingly remaining just barely below her clit.
He tasted and probed her thoroughly with his tongue, the firm muscle wriggling along Mia’s inner labia as she writhed underneath him, helpless. Jack pressed against her, his tongue working its way upward slowly, and Mia’s hips struggled to move in spite of the fact that Jack had her pinned down, her legs splayed and his weight against her. She cried out in frustration as his tongue swiped around her clit, never quite falling on the sensitive bundle of nerves directly, teasing her relentlessly before he moved back down to the well of her pussy. Mia was whimpering, needy and desperate for the contact she craved, ready to beg for it if she had to; when she was on the point of making her plea, Jack finally brought his tongue to bear on her clit, sucking the bead of flesh between his lips and flickering the rough muscle against it quickly.
In a matter of moments, Mia was on the edge of orgasm once more; she groaned with frustration as Jack pulled back from her clit, lavishing attention on her inner labia and lapping at her fluids. He waited until her arousal had flagged slightly and renewed his attack on her clit, bringing Mia to the edge once more, and then again, as she struggled against the bindings on her wrists and his greater weight, trying to force the contact she wanted so badly, trying to keep him where she needed his attentions the most. Mia wasn’t sure whether she was more relieved or distressed when he pulled back entirely, looking down at her with a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. “You taste so delicious,” he murmured, kissing her hip and giving her a playful nip. “But I’m too ready to have you myself.”
Jack stood slightly, pulling her legs up with him, and Mia licked her lips, looking down as he rose to see his fully hard cock standing proudly erect. She grinned, knowing that it wouldn’t be too much longer until she finally got relief. Jack settled her ankles on his shoulders, and Mia locked them in place there, tingling and trembling with anticipation. She moaned as he guided the tip of his cock up against her slick pussy, rubbing her clit with the tip before he thrust into her slowly and steadily. The heat and hardness of him filled her up, and Mia gasped as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. Jack let out a long, low growl as he began to move inside of her, rocking his hips slowly at first and then moving faster and faster. He released her leg with one of his hands and reached down between their bodies, and Mia began to whimper and moan as he stroked and rubbed her clit in counterpoint to his thrusts, keeping the pressure against her pleasure center steady even as his cock brushed along her tight inner walls.
Mia twisted and shifted her hips, moving in rhythm with Jack’s thrusts, tightening her muscles around him to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. She felt the tension mounting inside of her body, like a piano wire somewhere inside of her, being strung tighter and tighter as the delicious friction of Jack’s cock and the pressure of his fingers worked away at every bit of her self-control. Jack shifted his hips, pushing deeper inside of her, rubbing along her inner muscles until he brushed against her g-spot, and Mia cried out in startled pleasure, struggling in vain against her bindings, unheeding of the tight ache in her arms. He brushed against her pleasure center again and again, and before Mia could think, she had reached orgasm again, almost screaming with the relief that it brought with it, taken up and wrung out completely by sensations rocketing through her body. She was only dimly aware of Jack reaching his own orgasm, his cock releasing a flood of sticky-slick heat into her, deep inside.
Mia was still in a daze of satisfied bliss when Jack pulled her up, reaching around to her back and untying the knots in the rope that trapped her wrists. Her arms fell to her sides, tingling and throbbing with the renewed circulation, and Mia let out a final moan of relief, sighing at how good it felt to be free once more. Jack pulled her into his arms as he climbed into bed with her, and Mia listened to the sound of his breathing as he gradually fell into a deep sleep, his hands slowing in their steady caresses along her curves.
She lay awake for a long time, the golden haze of her orgasm slowly beginning to abate, giving way to a kind of satisfied fatigue that she had taken with her into happy slumber more than once in the past weeks. Mia wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just drift off like her lover—not at first. But the longer she stayed awake, the more she became aware of the fact that Jack hadn’t exactly explained what she had heard. He had brushed it off as not something she should worry about, but Mia thought to herself, turning over onto her side, her back to her lover, that if it wasn’t something she should worry about, then it should be something he could tell her about—he could explain, and then she wouldn’t worry at all.
In the darkness of Jack’s bedroom, Mia fought to try and go to sleep; she knew that her thoughts were unproductive, but she couldn’t stop the nagging realization that something was going on that she knew nothing—or next to nothing—about. There were things being hidden from her, in spite of the fact that everyone was so open. She remembered the fact that she had heard about the tragedy of Jack’s wife from someone else, and that it was common knowledge in the pack, but Jack hadn’t told her about it. Maybe, she thought she could approach him about it now, let him know that she had heard from Lila about the situation, and she didn’t have any fears or animosities—she just wanted to extend her understanding and empathy to him. That was the right thing for her to do as his lover, wasn’t it? But somehow, Mia thought that if she brought it up before Jack was ready, he would clam up, shut down, block and evade her questions and comments. She would have to hope that whatever else he was potentially hiding from her was as innocent as the death of his first love; whatever prophecy he and Caleb had been discussing, she told herself, if it really was dangerous for Mia, Jack would tell her. She couldn’t quite get the thought out of her head that there had to be something more—but eventually her fatigue and physical satisfaction weighed too strongly on her for her mind to continue with its nagging speculations, and she fell asleep to the sound of Jack’s steady breathing, telling herself that the situation would resolve itself eventually.
Chapter Ten
Mia’s misgivings about what she had overheard gradually went away—mostly, at least. She told herself that Jack had said what she had heard wasn’t important, and she knew that she should trust in him; he had demonstrated himself to be trustworthy over the course of their relationship so far, even if he was slightly secretive about his past. She should just accept that it wasn’t for her to know, and move on with her life.
The thoughts didn’t quite leave the back of her mind, and the fact that it had been Caleb and Jack arguing—and that Caleb seemed to be advocating for her—threw Mia into a state of confusion. In spite of her strong feelings for Jack, Mia couldn’t quite get her earlier relationship with Caleb out of her mind. She knew she couldn’t talk about her feelings with anyone in the pack; the other women would either gossip about the situation or could, potentially, decide that her feelings made her a troublemaker. Jack, she obviously couldn’t tell anything about her feelings towards or relationship with Caleb, and Caleb himself was avoiding her constantly, only making the most necessary of polite contact with her at meetings and events that the pack was involved in before occupying himself in any other part of the room than where she was.
It confused Mia that Caleb was so distant. The argument that she had overheard between him and Jack was still a complete mystery to Mia even a week or more after the fact, but it had seemed as if Caleb had been arguing on her behalf, based on the things he had been saying. What was the prophecy that he and Jack had been discussing, and how did it bear on her? And why was it that Caleb was the one in a position to say that she should be kept out of it, rather than Jack? Caleb’s urgency had given Mia the subtle feeling that whatever the prophecy was, and whatever her involvement in it, it was something of danger to her—but she had no idea what.
Mia made herself relax; Jack clearly cared for her—he made sure she got her medicine every week, and in a dozen ways expressed his attraction for and interest in her, whether it was their rough, satisfyi
ng sex, or their nights in cuddling and watching TV, their adventuresome dates or quiet dinners. He found ways to convince her to stay the night at his place rather than her own, made sure that she was comfortable in the pack, in her position as his acknowledged lover. There was compromise back and forth, of course, but that would be the nature of any relationship, Mia thought to herself. She knew that Jack’s duties as the Alpha of the pack meant that he sometimes had to cancel their dates at the last minute to take care of a crisis or another problem, and Jack understood that Mia was not going to be able to participate in hunts, that she couldn’t change with him—and that there were some nights when she wanted solitude instead of interaction with the pack.
Mia was torn, but she couldn’t seem to do anything about the situation. She couldn’t entirely understand why Caleb’s continued avoidance of her bothered her so much; she was happy with Jack, but while Caleb was so ostentatiously staying away, barely making eye contact with her, replying to any comment she addressed to him with monosyllables, it was impossible not to think about him whenever she wasn’t engaged. When she was with Jack, her mind was on her lover completely—thoughts of Caleb didn’t enter her mind at all. But when she was alone, or even sometimes with other members of the pack, she couldn’t help but be frustrated and a little irritated by the fact that her former lover, who had hurt her after all, was acting like the victim.
She replayed the argument she had overheard multiple times in her mind, trying to see if there was any clue she could pick out from what Caleb and Jack had been saying. In honesty, she couldn’t even be 100% sure that they were talking about her—after all, Jack could be seeing someone else. The possibility rankled in Mia’s mind; she hadn’t completely gotten over Gary’s betrayal, in spite of the fact that she’d had two relationships since then. She supposed that perhaps Caleb’s betrayal of her had underscored her sense of distrust and caution when it came to men, but she told herself firmly that Jack had never shown any signs of cheating on her. Their relationship was going incredibly well, and Jack was caring, attentive, interested in her life. Mia scolded herself for doubting him, when she knew that she was very lucky indeed to be dating Jack. As a half-werewolf, she would have basically no status at all in the pack if it weren’t for her relationship with the Alpha. She’d still have been welcomed, Mia knew—but she would have been almost ignored, instead of fully embraced and made a part of everything that she could actually do.
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