Chapter 34

Jameson caught his breath, staring at his woman. His switch. She seemed to come to for the first time, really seeing him. Her frenzied heartbeat slowed, her fingernails released him. But she was not herself, yet. Covered in dirt and blood, some of it her own, her poor fingers cut to shreds. Her body still clenched him to her and he could feel its vibrations.

He’d been so rough with her. “Did I hurt you?”

Her eyes dropped to where they were joined. “Yes. Do it again. Now.”

Jameson frowned, but she would have none of it, trying to move against him. He lifted his head, scenting the way of the forest. The shifters were around them in a circle, tight enough to protect them from cops or humans, but loose enough to not see or hear them.

He ducked his head and pressed a kiss to her lips, which she took greedily, demanding more. “Home,” he grated. “To your house, it’s closer.”

“After,” was all she said, but the one word had his cock jumping inside her. He would never refuse her again. Especially not this. He started slow, but Cora urged him faster and harder, tilting her pelvis to take in more of him. Green magic sparkled around her, dissipating off her body. What could she do with it?

He fucked her for what seemed like hours, their soft murmurs and words of endearment echoing back to them from the trees. Jameson did not tire, only served, as she used his body for her own needs

An eagle cried out overhead, then a bear snarled to their right. “Cora, someone’s coming. We must leave the forest, now.”

She lifted her eyes to his, and he thought she was mostly back to herself. “My clothes,” she whispered. He pulled her back to them, watching as she put them on, then shifting to better scent the forest.

Cora, he said.

She looked at him sharply.

He tried to shrug, but couldn’t pull it off as a wolf. They would experiment later, for now, they had to go. Cops were in the forest, moving in toward them.

On my back, he said.

He knelt like a horse and Cora climbed on. She wound her fingers into his thick fur and he loped away from the cop smell, toward his fellow shifters.

Aven met them in a small, Forest-Service-only turnout, a bundle of clothes and Cora’s purse under his arm and Jameson’s truck behind him. He let Cora climb off his back, then shifted.

Aven held out his clothes to him. “Good one, Boss.”

Jameson grunted his thanks, then helped Cora into his side of the truck, keeping an eye on her as she scooted across to the passenger side.

It was different. All of it. She was different. He was different. Their relationship was different. The shifters were different. Nothing would ever be the same again.

They made it two miles down the road before she could wait no longer.

Jameson had just turned onto a winding road that ran adjacent to a creek, the water on one side and steeply sloping walls of rock on the other. A throaty moan left Cora’s throat. “Jameson.”

He slowed, eyes on the road and squeezed her knee with one hand. “I’m here.”

Cora’s hands were instantly at his waistband, pulling the fastenings free, burrowing in his pants for his rapidly hardening cock.

Before he could guess what she was about, she’d stretched across the seat and pulled him fully out of his pants. Jameson held in a groan through sheer willpower, forcing his attention to the road.

A breathy moan passed over his too-sensitive skin. Jameson gritted his teeth and took one hand off the wheel to slow Cora’s pace. But when he looked down, when he saw the desperate lust in her eyes as she pumped him, licking her lips, he knew they wouldn’t get any further.

Cora’s tongue snaked out for a taste and Jameson’s eyes nearly crossed with the pleasure. He pulled over onto the scant shoulder and shut the truck down, hoping the darkness would offer enough privacy to defuse what was quickly becoming explosive. Cora pressed a closed-mouth kiss to the head of his cock. Jameson saw stars.

He turned in the seat, giving Cora full access to his body. “I’m yours, Cora.” He meant more than the words could convey, but they would have to do, for now.

No sooner had the words left his lips than Cora’s mouth took him deep, and all the oxygen in the atmosphere disappeared.

She held his balls tenderly with one hand while the other pumped his shaft with wicked intent. Her hazel eyes locked on his, the abandon in her gaze making him swell against her tongue. Cora moaned lustily and took him deeper.

She worked him until he felt close to release. He was about to warn her, when she pulled her mouth off of him and scrambled on top. Her lips locked on his just as her small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and guided it inside her.

They moaned in concert, hot breath mingling in the slice of air between their mouths. Jameson had never felt any woman so tight, so hot and wet and raring to ride. Her pussy clenched at him with soft undulations, tugging at Jameson’s cock with every wave of her inner muscles.

He growled deep in his chest and felt her nipples tighten against him. A sexy smile crossed Coralie’s face as she leveraged herself upright, sitting tall and rolling her hips to take him deeper. “It’s hot as fuck when you growl.”

Aw, hell yeah. Jameson growled again, then threw in a snarl, earning a wicked smile from his woman. He crunched his abs, sitting up so that he could take her nipples in his mouth and suck deep, groaning with the pleasure.

Cora lifted up and slammed down on his cock, impaling herself over and over. “God, yes. Don’t stop.”

Jameson wasn’t stopping anything. He surrendered completely to Cora’s prowl, to her need for him. As she bounced on his lap he wrapped his arms around her back and over her shoulders, pushing her down harder, feeling himself bottom out inside, stretching her deeper.

Cora screamed out her ecstasy. “Fuck! Harder. Deeper. Please!”

Sweat trickled down Jameson’s temple, the warm summer air scented with their exertions. The wet slap of Cora’s body on his was the most erotic symphony he had ever heard. The harmony of her moans and gasps made the blood pulse in his cock, harder and thicker than ever before.

He released one of her shoulders and found his way to her clit, used two fingers to rub the swollen nub. She contracted in response, clamping down on him like a silken fist, a moan in her throat that he felt all the way to his balls.

Pushing her harder, Jameson grabbed both Cora’s hands and held them behind her with one of his, then went back to her clit. A pained sob of arousal wrenched her chest, her pelvis churning on his in rhythm with his calloused fingers on her tender flesh.

Jameson felt the clenching around his cock, the squeeze and release that signaled her coming climax. He pulled harder on her arms, forcing Cora’s back to arch, her breasts to thrust to the sky, every muscle in her body to string tight as he relentlessly teased her clit.

She was beautiful like this. No inhibition. No thought. Only wild longing and joining. With him. In the low light, the angles of her cheeks called to him and the waves of her chestnut hair danced across his arm. He’d been a fool, but that was over now. In that warm moment, he fell in love. Not heartbound. Not coventwined. Love, plain, simple love, and it wrecked him.

Her eyes met his, locking on as the clenching started, drawing him deeper with every wave. Her expression was almost pained, but a delighted moan shivered through her lips. Cora’s eyes rolled back in her head as Jameson kept the pounding pace going, bouncing her up on his cock as she slammed down.

Once again she carried him away with her, the clasping pull of her wet heat too much to ignore in his heightened state of arousal. Jameson’s muscles clenched as he speared high into Cora’s welcoming body, felt their juices mingling once more, and the blessed, sated weight of her coming to rest on him.

Cora was exhausted when it was over, but Jameson had a sense she wasn’t done. He needed to get her home and into bed so she could rest between opportunities to spend her bloodlust on him. He moved her gingerly so he could drive.

She fell asleep with her head in Jameson’s lap, waking when they arrived at her house to unlock her front door. One small hand found its way to his, leading him to the master bathroom. There she stripped them both bare and stepped into the shower, offering herself to him with narrowed eyes, bending over in the hot spray, her ass raised high in unabashed invitation.

Jameson accepted without a moment’s hesitation, slipping inside her, taking advantage of the new, quieter need and the opportunity to love Cora slowly, thoroughly. Before long the prowl took over and she was frantic for more. Harder. Now.

He pulled her up, her back to his front, trapping her face-first against the shower wall as his feet bracketed hers. Cora’s hands came up and Jameson pinned her wrists, holding her in place for his punishing thrusts until she squirmed and screamed and came all over him. When his climax hit it rushed him like a steam engine, all fury and no finesse. Somehow he got them both from the shower to the bed before they collapsed into sleep.

The whole night went that way, Cora waking him with sweet and dirty invitations that he always accepted, then settling into the aftermath and what rest they could snatch from her prowling instincts.

Contentment like he’d never known. Heartbound? That shit was nothing but love with magic sprinkled on top.

He would have to tell Carick.