Maxwell's Fall

by Tielle St Clare

  If he’d been fully in control he might have stopped, punished her for being a demanding little thing but now he needed to feel her come on his cock.

  He reared back, licking his lips, capturing her pussy juices from his mouth. His body moved without direct command from his brain, reacting to the scent of her sex, the slick liquid dripping from her cunt and the sheer need to mark her as his.

  He reached for another condom. His fingers trembled as he rolled it on, the wolf fighting him every step. The animal wanted more than just a fuck. The human agreed but his conscience wouldn’t let him claim her, not when she thought she was fucking Jax.

  Struggling against the wolf’s desires and the instinct to claim his woman, Max placed the head of his cock to her opening. The intense heat gripped his cock and dragged him in. He pushed forward, slamming into her in one hard thrust. Her body arched up and she screamed, her fingers grabbing the bedspread beneath her hips. Her pussy clung to his cock as he tried to pull out, neither his cock or her pussy allowing him to retreat long before he plunged back inside.

  He struggled to slow the wolf, to retake command but Mandy shifted and squirmed beneath him, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him into her harder, deeper.

  He rubbed his lips along the nape of her neck, not really a kiss, just a touch, nuzzling and comforting as he pounded into her cunt. She reacted beautifully, arching back and offering him more. His teeth ached, the need to bite almost impossible to resist. Instead he licked and sucked, drawing up a small mark that at least would warn humans she belonged to him.

  She turned her head, biting down on his shoulder. Hard. Her teeth dented the skin and his wolf went wild. The red haze returned. Max gripped her hips sliding her up and down his cock, the sweet sounds of her coming ringing in his head. Her pussy contracted around his cock, squeezing him, driving him to come. But it was her voice, soft, almost silent, whispering against his skin that pushed him over the edge.

  “Please.”

  He pushed into her once more, her legs squeezing him, holding him as he came.

  It had started so violent but a comforting peace settled over him. Still holding her, he turned his head and pressed his lips on hers, slow, sensual kisses that didn’t try to seduce. Just enjoy.

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  He pressed back, easing her off his cock and turning her so she lay in the center of the bed. Mandy clung to him, her breasts pressed to his chest as he rolled them onto the mattress. They lay there for long moments, not talking, just touching, kissing. He had to get up here in a minute, deal with the condom and take the plug out of her ass so she didn’t get sore, but for the first time in his memory, he needed to hold a woman, assure himself that she was safe, that she was close.

  That she was his.

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  Chapter Twelve

  Mandy skipped down the stairs. Her body ached in delicious ways, her backside a little on the tender side but she couldn’t stop smiling. After a night like that, she felt like singing. Jackson was upstairs getting dressed. Moving a little slow himself. Slow and easy as he fucked her in the shower. Her grin widened. A perfect way to start the day—

  a slow tongue-lashing to her pussy followed by a deep gentle fuck against the shower wall.

  She groaned and shook her head. She needed to focus. Think about something besides sex. Her stomach rumbled. Ah, food. That would be good.

  Maybe he’d want to go out to breakfast. Her expertise in cooking ran out at a bowl of cereal and since Gideon wasn’t there…

  Her stomach dropped away as she remembered Jackson’s hot voice describing what it would be like to have both men fuck her. Her deepest darkest fantasies had included two men but now she had faces, bodies and she couldn’t get the image out of her head.

  She squirmed. The butt plug had been tight. Just thinking about a cock sliding into her ass made her groan but didn’t stop the desire. He had been slow and gentle, stretching her. Talking to her. She’d never felt so helpless and so powerful all at the same time.

  The thought of taking his cock while Gideon fucked her pussy.

  “Oh God.” She pressed her forehead against the wall, the sudden hunger in her body making her muscles weak.

  Long breaths allowed strength and energy to seep back into her muscles and she continued down the steps, holding the railing to strengthen her still trembling knees. It was a gorgeous day. The sun was shining…and she had Jackson.

  Funny that she’d never recognized romantic feelings for him before. He just seemed so different, so intense compared to the accountant persona she’d known and enjoyed as a friend for almost a year now. Something about this new man drew her. Hot sex. She smiled. That was part of it. How could it not be? But truly, the sex was hot because of the man and the energy that surrounded him. The fact that she could get turned-on, ready to fuck turned-on just by sucking him off still amazed her.

  But he hadn’t wanted to come in her mouth. She rubbed her tongue across the inside of her lower lip. She’d never been much of a swallower before—always more than willing to have the man pull out—but last night, she’d wanted his cum. The pre-cum that dripped from the head had been sweet, not bitter. Sweet and addictive.

  Definitely intriguing. He’d been so controlled. What would it take to make him lose that control and come down her throat? She glanced toward the staircase. They had time. And suddenly she was hungry for more than just breakfast.

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  The bright tinkle of her cell phone chimed from inside her purse and Mandy groaned. No. She didn’t want to answer it. The only one who called her phone—besides Jackson—was Tracy…or clients. Damn it. She had to get it.

  She unzipped the top, blushed at the lube and condoms stacked on top and dug to the bottom, hitting the button to answer even as she carried it to her mouth.

  “This is Mandy.”

  “Mandy, it’s Jackson.”

  She laughed and looked up the stairs. “What are you doing?” Wow, he sounded far away. She shook her head. Cell phones.

  “I wanted to apologize in person.” He paused. “Well, not in person, obviously, because we’re on the phone but I wanted to at least talk to you. Not leave a voicemail.”

  The memory of that painful message hit her hard in the chest. Was he trying to dump her? What the hell?

  “Jackson, just come downstairs and we’ll talk about it.” Her sexy mood evaporated.

  She wasn’t up for playing games.

  “Are you at my place? I’m in Las Vegas.”

  “What?” She stared at the stairway with a different intensity. It could be a joke but Jackson really wasn’t the type. You never thought he was the type of man to shove a butt plug up your ass and fuck you either.

  “Las Vegas. That’s why I missed that dinner two nights ago. I’m sorry. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision to come here and visit my brother.”

  “Your brother?” She wasn’t even sure she’d spoken aloud. Her mind retreated, processing how Jackson could be in Vegas when she’d just fucked him. Two nights in a row.

  “Yeah, my brother, Max.” Jackson chuckled. “But it looks like he’s out of town. I’ve been here two days and haven’t seen him.” Scratches came through the line like he was covering the phone. “I’ll be right there, honey. Oh damn.” More scratches and the line cleared. “Uh, listen, Mandy, I’m going to be gone for a few more days.” A muffled groan. “Maybe longer. We’ll talk when I get back, okay?”

  Numb, the shock blocking her ability to feel anything, she said, “Sure.”

  “Thanks, oh, yeah, I need to go.”

  The tone of his voice jerked her out her thoughts. It sounded sexual. Like Jackson was about to have sex and what the hell?

  He groaned. “We’ll talk later. I’ve got to go.”

  The connection broke and Mandy stared at the phone. Jackson was in Vegas, having sex.

  Which meant he definitely
hadn’t been in Alaska having sex with her. So who?

  Obviously the brother. Twin brother. Fuck. Jackson had a twin. She knew that. Had known that. And that was who she’d been in bed with for two nights.

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  Pain bloomed in her chest, quickly changing to fury.

  Footsteps jogging down the stairs snapped her head up. Her chest constricted, almost painful, nearly impossible to breathe as she stared at the man she’d fucked.

  “You asshole.” She threw the phone, smacking him in the chest. He caught the black box as it tumbled to the ground.

  “What?” Jack—no, Max—stopped dead.

  “This seemed like a fun way to spend your vacation? Come to Alaska and fuck with your brother’s friends? Or just fuck your brother’s friends.”

  She almost thought she saw him blanch but that would have meant he had a conscience and she didn’t believe that. The pain sank into her stomach at the memories of everything they’d done, everything she’d let him do to her. Her cheeks burned. She’d let him do things she’d never allowed, never even considered with another man. And he was a stranger. Her stomach did a slow, sickening roll. She inhaled through her mouth, trying to keep from retching.

  “Mandy, it wasn’t like that.”

  “Wasn’t it? Get bored and decide you need to impersonate your brother?”

  “No, I meant to tell you but—”

  “What? Couldn’t find the time, maybe when you had your tongue between my legs, to say ‘I’m not Jackson’. Yeah, I can see how those words would be hard to get out.” She gripped her purse understanding how women shot their lovers.

  She slung the bag over her shoulder and spun toward the door.

  “Mandy—”

  Max’s hand closed around her elbow. She stopped, didn’t look back, afraid that if she turned around she’d lose it.

  “Take your hand off me.” He must have heard the ice-cold rage because he released her. She searched her mind, looking for some suitable parting shot, some perfect exit line but her brain was blank. The emotions swirled through her skull like psychedelic lights leaving her stupid and pissed.

  She yanked open the door and stalked out, storming down walkway, her car parked on the street. That should have been a sign. Jackson knew her car and wouldn’t have been so surprised to see her standing in his living room. Almost naked. Fuck, don’t go there. Don’t—

  A body filled her vision and she jerked to a stop, hands turning to fists. She might not be able to take Max down but she could make him hurt.

  Only it wasn’t Max in front of her. It was Gideon.

  “Hey, Mandy. What’s wrong?” He looked at her then at the open door behind her and winced.

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  The center of her stomach burned. “You knew.” There was no doubt in her mind.

  “Perfect. I’m the only who got fucked with.” She stepped around him. “And I think you’re an asshole too for not saying anything.”

  That at least satisfied her parting shot desire. She got to her car, threw her purse in the backseat and drove off. Her eyes stung but Mandy blinked refusing to let the tears form, let alone fall. Instead she clung to the anger. She’d face the pain later when she could curl up on a ball and cry.

  Bastard. Looking for an easy lay and she’d provided it.

  She cranked the wheel to the right and hit the gas, driving blindly, her heart pounding in her ears, drowning out the street noise. Heat dripped down her cheeks.

  She didn’t know what to do. The betrayal pierced her chest making it hard to breathe.

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  Max stared at the open door—she hadn’t even bothered to slam it shut. Part of him screamed to go after her but for the first time in days, he ignored that voice and got a grip on himself. She hated him, didn’t want to see him. At least not now. Probably not ever.

  Wow, how to fuck up your life in three easy steps. First, sleep with your brother’s fiancée.

  Second, don’t tell her you’re not the man she loves and sleep with her again.

  He scoffed. Perfect. He’d managed to screw up his life in two steps. Such an overachiever.

  Step three would probably be telling Jax and getting his throat ripped out by one very pissed off werewolf. Jax appeared to the world as controlled and reasonable. But Max knew the truth. His brother, and his wolf, had a temper that took awhile to ignite but when it let loose—everyone stood back until the sane, reasonable human regained control.

  “That is one pissed off woman,” Gideon announced from the doorway. Max nodded. “You told her, huh?”

  “Uh, no.” He held up Mandy’s cell phone. “I think my brother called her.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I—”

  Max sighed. “I know. You told me. You told me to tell her. You were right. I should have freakin’ told her. I shouldn’t have even touched her in the first place but damn, she was so sexy and so sweet and fuck, aren’t Christmases going to be a joy? I’ll be sitting there thinking about fucking my brother’s wife. If I get invited home. Once my mother finds out what happened, she’s going to rip me a new one and probably kick my ass out of the house. And my dad.” He covered his face with his hands. To his father—an Alpha werewolf—family, mates, pack were all that mattered. And Max had managed to fuck up all three. “Yeah, this isn’t going to be pleasant so while I agree you 116

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  were right, you don’t have to add to the guilt trip I’m already riding. I’ll get it from plenty of other sources.”

  Gideon nodded and damn if there wasn’t a hint of a smile on his face. Max growled.

  At least now he had a reason to pound Gideon into the ground. It would give him something to do for the afternoon.

  “What I was going to say…” Gideon started, “is, I think you should give her a few hours to calm down and then go camp out on her doorstep and beg her to take you back.”

  “Right. Even if she would let me close enough to apologize, she’s engaged to Jax.”

  The thought made Max’s stomach turn. Jax putting his hands on Mandy’s sweet ass, holding her close while he fucked her tight, hot pussy. His fingers convulsed, lengthening and curling into fists.

  “Engagements can be broken.”

  Gideon’s calm, almost bland statement, snapped Max back to reality.

  “What?”

  “She can break the engagement.”

  “Why would she want to do that?”

  “Because she loves you.”

  Max shook his head. “She loves Jackson. She thought I was Jackson.”

  Gideon shrugged. “Maybe, but listen, I’ve spent hours with those two, hours, and I’ve never once seen or felt the connection that you and Mandy have. God, I almost came in my jeans last night just watching the two of you together.”

  “That’s just sex.”

  “It’s chemistry.” He held up his hands as if he thought Max would protest. “And I know you can’t base a whole relationship on it, but you should see where it goes. She is a different woman when she’s with you. More relaxed, sensual. Funny. They are boring when they’re together. I’ve actually fallen asleep at the table listening to them.” Gideon shrugged again. “You and Mandy fit together. Give her a little time and then go talk to her.”

  Max considered the idea. Maybe Gideon was right. Maybe it was more than sex.

  Maybe Mandy would be willing to listen to him grovel. After she’d calmed down.

  Though based on her anger that would take more than a few hours. He might consider approaching her sometime next year.

  “Let’s go to the climbing wall,” Gideon suggested.

  “I don’t feel like it.”

  “Which is why you should go. You look tense and uptight. If we were sleeping together I’d say you need to get blown—”

  Max’s head snapped up and he saw Gideon smile. And damn if Max’s cock didn’t respond to th
e idea of a blowjob from Gideon.

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  “You need to work off some of your tension. If not, when you do go to see Mandy, you’ll be so hyped up, you’ll freak her out.”

  Max nodded. He was right that sex would have been Max’s first choice of tension relief but since that wasn’t available, what he really wanted to do was to run. In his wolf form. Unfortunately, Anchorage was populated enough that a wolf would be easily visible during daylight. The parks near the city were an option but still a risk. Gideon’s suggestion was probably best.

  With a sigh, Max went upstairs and changed into black pants. He and Jackson had managed to stay almost the same size despite their different lifestyles and interests. He grabbed a long-sleeved bike shirt out of his brother’s closet and pulled it on.

  He’d go work his body on the fake rock wall and hope it helped. Because he knew, despite the human conscience telling him it was a bad idea, he wasn’t going to resist finding Mandy and begging her to give him another chance.

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  Mandy pulled into the parking lot outside the offices she shared with Jackson, the day wasted. The anger had turned to tears then faded back into fury and she’d raged.

  Unable to keep it to herself, she’d called Tracy. Tracy, being the good friend that she was, listened and was suitably furious on Mandy’s behalf. Though she did sound a little relieved to know it wasn’t Jackson who’d been the sex god in Mandy’s bed.

  Exhausted but unable to sit still, Mandy had finally left her house. Now that she knew Jackson was out of town, she realized his fish hadn’t been fed for two days. She glared at the building, wondering if Jackson knew what had happened. Wouldn’t that be the perfect topper to this rotten day? Was he laughing at her right now? Pitying her?

  She slammed the car door shut and stalked into the building. She might be pissed at most of Jackson’s relatives—including the rest of his family just for good measure—but she couldn’t let his fish starve. That was just cruel.

  And she still had her father’s case to work on. She clung to that idea. It gave her something solid and worthwhile to focus on—besides wrapping her fingers around Max’s neck and doing a slow, steady squeeze.