All that did was make him think of how her long dark hair had looked against his white sheets. It had fanned out around her. Her skin was flawless. He’d wanted to touch her but didn’t dare. He’d screamed in his head that “she was lava” and reverted to a child’s game of avoiding being burned by staying clear of said lava.
Whatever works.
As he glanced down at the front of his jeans, he knew just how much the plan wasn’t working. He’d basically had a hard-on for just over three hours. He’d need to seek medical attention soon.
With a groan, he adjusted himself and made the bold (or totally boneheaded, he wasn’t sure just yet) decision to head back inside. He’d shower and then check on Dana again.
The minute he set foot in the house, he heard her whimper.
His cabin was sizeable, but he covered the distance in record time as he raced to the master bedroom. When he got there, he found Dana on the bed, still asleep. She whimpered again and shook her head slightly. It was then he realized she was having a bad dream.
His bare feet padded across the wood floor on his way to her. When he got to the side of the bed, he reached out tentatively and brushed a strand of dark hair from her cheek. “Legs, you’re dreaming.”
One second he was standing next to the bed, and the next he was flat on his back, on the floor, with Dana straddling his waist, pinning his arms out to each side.
Yep. She’s got slayer in her.
He’d have laughed at the situation, but he realized that she was now minus the towel. His erection reached a point that it was painful. “Dana.”
She blinked, appearing confused before she glanced around the room, then down at him. “Jeffrey?”
He bit his lower lip, fighting the urge to move his hips under her. “Yes?”
“Why are you on the floor?” she asked, seeming confused.
“Because you just pinned me to it,” he replied, trying to appear unaffected.
She wiggled on him and he sucked in a big breath, going ramrod stiff. She glanced down at herself and gasped, sitting up straight on him, her arm going over her breasts. “I showered and then I…I fell asleep.”
He nodded, closing his eyes, trying to think of anything but the fact the hottest woman he’d ever seen—the woman who was created for him—was naked on top of him.
“Why are your eyes closed?” she asked.
He peeked out of one. “Trying to give you privacy.”
She snorted, lowering her arm from her breasts slightly. “Thanks, but I don’t think I have anything you haven’t seen before.”
His hips, tired of listening to his head, moved on their own.
Dana stilled above him and then grinned, her hands finding his T-shirt. “Impressive is right.”
He thumped his head on the floor twice, hoping it would knock sense into him. It didn’t. “Dana, please. We should get up unless you’re fine with me—”
She bent, her face suddenly near his. Their gazes locked as she put her lips closer to his. “I’m fine with it.”
“Seriously?” he asked, his voice rising in pitch.
“Can I interest you in playing stuff the cannoli?” she asked.
“If that means what I think it does, hell yes!” His hands found her hips.
She grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms out again. “Stay.”
He snorted. “Fine, but I’m not fetching shit right now.”
She grinned as she put her lips near his once more. When she kissed him, he thought for sure he’d lose control and finish before he even got started. She teased his mouth with hers before her tongue skimmed over his lower lip.
The wolf within him roared with need and nearly overtook him. He held on by a thread as his eyes burned with the change. He knew they were now icy blue, but he couldn’t help it. His emotions were too heightened.
Dana locked gazes with him and then kissed him full on, grinding her body against his.
He devoured her mouth, wanting more from her.
She bit at his lower lip and tugged on it with her teeth.
The act sent his shifter side into a frenzy. The next he knew, he’d taken the lead, flipping her over onto the floor, putting him on top. He went at her mouth as she grabbed his upper arms, then quickly moved to trying to get his shirt off.
Jeffrey broke the kiss long enough to yank his T-shirt over his head and cast it aside. He then returned to kissing Dana.
She ran her hands down his sides, scratching at his skin lightly, but enough to excite his wolf even more. Not that it needed any assistance. It was doing just fine in the horny department.
She made her way to the button of his jeans in no time, undoing it quickly.
He bit at her lip this time, growling as he did.
Dana jerked open his jeans and freed his erection. She stroked him and he almost exploded in her hand.
Jeffrey reached down and took over, lining up with her heated core. She was wet already, and he paused the kiss.
“What in the hell are you waiting for, Farkas?” she snapped. “A written invitation? Get a move on it. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, driving into paradise.
For a second, everything around him felt as if someone had set off a bomb in his room. There was a swirl of wind that came out of nowhere. Pressure knocked into him as he pumped in and out of her tight body. As quickly as it started, the wind stopped, but he didn’t. No. He kept going, kept thrusting as pleasure built deep within. He had to wonder if he’d imagined the wind because nothing was out of place in his room.
Dana moaned against his mouth, her eyes closed tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist. She managed to artfully work his jeans down more with her legs and feet and then she slapped his backside with both hands. “Harder.”
He obliged.
She cried out below him, her body tightening around his.
He slammed into her, rooting deep, his gums burning with a pending shift. The feral need to mark her was all-consuming. He turned his head, trying to hide it from Dana. All he wanted to do was bury his face against her neck and sink his teeth into her flesh.
She grabbed the sides of his face and lifted her head, kissing him thoroughly.
His incisors lengthened, and she nicked her tongue on one. Blood filled his mouth and he swallowed it down, his entire body straining as he began to pump in and out of her once more, expelling his seed in process, deep within her.
She cried out and clung to him as he tipped his head back, fighting a full shift.
Never had he felt this much pleasure.
“Mine,” he growled out, still in her, the taste of her blood running down his throat.
Dana grunted under him. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” he said, the alpha in him rising quickly.
She arched a dark brow.
He cringed. “Uh, if you’re okay with the idea.”
Her lips twitched and she narrowed her gaze on him. “I’m warming to it.”
That was something.
She stared up at him with an odd expression on her face.
He didn’t pull out.
She ran her hands over his upper chest. “Is this a claiming?”
Jeffrey stiffened but nodded. “Well, it was. You shut it down.”
“No, I didn’t,” she argued.
“Yes, you did.” He realized she liked to be difficult just for the sake of being difficult. A sly grin spread over his face as he kicked off his jeans. “It’s best you not claim me back. In fact, don’t.”
“I can claim you if I want to,” she returned.
“No, you can’t,” he said, fighting the urge to laugh. She was so stubborn that she was downright predictable. He was about to withdraw when Dana grabbed his butt and jerked him against her harder.
“Mine,” she said.
His eyes widened as it suddenly felt as if he’d slipped his skin for a second, seeing himself through her eyes. It felt as if nature was weaving threads between them, forming an unbre
akable bond.
His hips began moving of their own accord and let his wolf rise a bit more, giving into his baser needs, thrusting into his mate, riding her and the wave of pleasure to its fullest.
He roared as she cried out, the two of them reaching culmination together. He shuddered, feeling complete and totally tied to the woman below him—his wife.
A slow grin splayed over his face as he stared lazily down at her. “I thought I told you not to claim me.”
“Shut up, Farkas,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him. “You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. You’re not the boss of me.”
“Noted.”
Twenty
Dana
“What’s all of this?” I asked, coming out of the bedroom to find Jeffrey at the center island in the great room.
Containers of food were all over the counter and everything smelled delicious.
He was in a different pair of jeans, without a shirt or shoes as he stirred a pitcher of what appeared to be iced tea. He presented a picture so tempting, I nearly rushed him and had my way with him again. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t done the same thing four times already today. I was nothing if not a master of avoidance, and I was doing some serious avoiding when it came to discussing the events of the morning and the revelations they’d brought about.
Jeffrey’s hair was still damp from the shower we’d shared. I was in my running clothes again because they were the only things I had with me. Since he’d been nice enough to wash the ghoul bits off them, they no longer smelled like a locker room and a ghoul had a love child.
He pouted when he saw me. “I was hoping you’d decide to stay naked.”
“I would but we don’t seem to get far from the bedroom then,” I said, nodding to his jeans. “You have on clothes.”
“Only because my mother and father were here a little bit ago,” he returned, setting the pitcher on the island and then grabbing two glasses. He filled them with ice and set one in front of me. He then set about pouring tea for me. “They brought over food. Enough to feed an army. I hope you’re hungry.”
“This is all for just us?” I asked, staring at the buffet before us. It looked to be enough to feed ten.
He patted his rock-hard abs. “I worked up an appetite. Besides, Momma tends to cook when she’s excited or anxious. Since she’s feeling better today, and my dad told her about you, she had a lot of nervous energy. It all went into cooking and baking.”
His mother had managed to make everything before us in just a day? Impressive. Nonna would even tip her hat to Mrs. Farkas.
“I didn’t hear them arrive or I’d have come out to see them,” I said. “Jim and I get along stellar.”
Jeffrey laughed. “Thank you for defending me to my father. But you don’t have to do that.”
“Yes I do,” I countered. “Is your mother like him? Does she think you could be doing things better?”
“Her number one issue with me has been my romantic life. She’s been at me to get out and find my mate for years now.”
I wisely stayed quiet on the topic of mates, letting him speak instead.
His lips curved into a smile. “She’s pretty darn happy I’m off the market now and she can’t wait to meet you. I had to physically block her path to the bedroom, or she’d have charged in while you were finishing up in the bathroom.”
“Thanks. I want to meet her, but I’d rather be dressed for it,” I said.
He chuckled. “I tried to tell her you were sleeping but she wasn’t buying it. She might have sort of guessed what we’ve spent our day doing.”
“Fighting ghouls?” I asked with a smirk.
He tipped his head. “And going at it like bunnies.”
“Interesting animal choice there, wolf-boy,” I said. Then I thought more about his mother knowing what we’d been up to. As free as I was with my sexuality, I wanted his mother to like me. “She probably thinks the worst of me. I jumped into bed with her son after only knowing him forty-eight hours.”
Longer than some of the men I’ve been with.
I kept that bit to myself.
Jeffrey shook his head. “She was thrilled to know the deed had been done and that I claimed you. Her exact words to me were for me to ‘focus on blue.’”
Confused, my forehead creased a second before I caught on to what she’d meant. “She wants grandchildren? From me?”
Jeffrey bit his lip and nodded.
My eyes widened. “Did you tell her I can’t keep a plant alive?”
“Nope. Tradition in the Farkas family has all the firstborn sons taking over the pack when they’re older.”
I began to walk back and forth in his kitchen as he continued to hold a glass of iced tea for me. “This is bad. Really bad. Call her and explain how not-nurturing I am. Hurry before she pins her hopes on me.”
He leaned back against the counter as I spun out of control.
“What would I do with a crotch goblin?” I asked, more to myself than him. “I mean, besides forget to water it.”
“Pretty sure that’s not how it works, Legs,” he said, oddly calm about the entire ordeal.
I spun to face him. “Did you tell her I threatened Marcy’s familiar with a shoe? It’s proof that I’m a horrible person.”
He had the audacity to laugh at me.
“Be serious here a minute!”
He set the tea on the counter and came to me. He took hold of my upper arms and drew me closer to him. “Oh, I’m taking this very seriously.”
“Hardly. You’re laughing at me.”
“Legs, you’re being ridiculous,” he said in a low tone. “How about we just focus on the here and now and not what may come?”
“So you agree I shouldn’t be allowed to nurture anything?” I asked.
“What answer is going to make you be less worked up right now?”
I cupped his scruffy cheeks. “Jeffrey.”
“Dana,” he returned, waggling his brows playfully. He then dipped his head and inhaled deeply near my neck. “Mmm, let’s skip the food and go straight to the bedroom for dessert.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to hold me at your house?” I asked.
He stilled.
I eased back from him. “You are trying to keep me here, aren’t you? Jeffrey, you can’t hide me forever from Dragos. And at some point, I need to face my father. He’s got some explaining to do.”
“I know, but for now, can we let this be enough?” he asked. “Please. Just a bit longer.”
Evidently, he was going to give me a race for my money in the avoidance department.
Sighing, I conceded and sat on one of the stools at the center island.
He seemed content as he grabbed the tea that he’d poured for me. He handed it to me.
Taking a sip, I expected it to taste like iced tea did back in New York. I was not anticipating the mouthful of syrupy sweet liquid I got. In an instant, I was darting to the sink, spitting it out. “Way to nearly take me out with sugar, Jeffrey. Save Dragos the time.”
He was quiet and I turned to see him staring at me with wide eyes. “You don’t like sweet tea? How can that be? It’s a staple. I’m pretty sure it’s one of the food groups in the South.”
“I could stick my head in a bag of sugar and somehow get less sugar than I just did,” I disputed.
He shook his head, disappointment evident. He mumbled something about Yankees and then got me a glass of ice water.
I sipped it, trying my best to get the taste of the tea from my mouth. “That stuff is foul.”
He bent near me, stealing a fast kiss as he did. “You’re just lucky I love you or those would be fighting words, Legs.”
I went perfectly still, unsure what to say or do with what he’d just said.
“Legs?”
I focused on my feet.
He cupped my face and I set the glass of water on the counter behind me, still looking down.
“This is a lot for you,” he said. “A
ll of it. I know. Me saying what I did freaked you out, didn’t it?”
It did and it didn’t. What freaked me out the most was how strong my emotional response was to him. It was a foreign feeling to me.
“Legs, would it help to know I didn’t mean to say it out loud?” he asked, his tone light.
A small laugh bubbled up from me as my hands went over his on my face. I met his gaze. “Yes. It helps.”
“You do realize we’re husband and wife now as far as supernaturals are concerned, right?” he asked and bent more as I tried to duck away. He didn’t let me. “I’m on a roll here so I’m getting all the big things out of the way.”
“I’m going to require baby steps,” I confessed.
“Bit late for that, Legs,” he said.
He was right.
I took a deep breath and nodded. “I can do this. I can be a wife.”
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” he asked, fighting a laugh.
“Me, at least I think me,” I returned. “This will just take me a bit to get used to. You’re right. Everything that has happened has been a lot to deal with.”
He kissed me tenderly before putting his nose to mine. “After we eat, I could run outside and track dirt in all over the house. Would that make you feel better?”
Confused, I tipped my head slightly. “What?”
He winked. “Poppy said you clean when you’re worked up. I could make a mess, so you have something to focus on.”
“That is the nicest thing anyone has ever offered to do for me,” I said, my mood improving quickly. As my stomach rumbled, my gaze went to the food. His mother’s spread looked delicious. “We should feed me.”
He motioned to the food. “Dig in. Momma wasn’t sure what you liked so she made too many options to list.”
I glanced at him and arched a brow. “Ordering a pizza would have been fine by me.”
“Marry me,” he said with a sexy grin.
“I already did that—at least that’s what I’ve been told.”
He swatted my backside in a playful manner. “How about we do it in a church? Would that help it sink in?”
“It would make my grandmother happy,” I said. “So weird that she’s a Catholic witch. Two things you just don’t think would go together.”
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