Chapter Three
Well, shit!
This wasn’t exactly the way he’d envisioned their first time, but he wasn’t a fucking saint. Hell, he’d been waiting six months to touch his mate, knowing she touched another, and he’d reached the end of his rope a long time ago.
Still, he’d wanted to take her out, introduce her to his friends, and show her how a real boyfriend—a real man—was supposed to act. More importantly, he never wanted Avery to think he only wanted her for sex, and yet, she was telling him that’s all she needed.
He knew the words weren’t true, but it wouldn’t have mattered even if they were. He would always give his mate whatever she wanted.
Tonight, she apparently wanted sex with someone who knew what the hell they were doing. Her description had nearly made him laugh out loud, but the moment wasn’t right, so he’d forced himself to keep a straight face.
The loser had obviously been lacking in the physical department as well, and for that, Jacob wasn’t sorry. He was pissed that his mate had settled for almost nothing for so long, but he was glad he wouldn’t have to rival with her ex in the bedroom.
Not that he was worried.
He had enough experience to know what he was doing, as she’d requested, but there was something more. Mates were always compatible, both inside the bedroom and out, and he knew their lovemaking would be more than satisfying for both of them. In time, it would be explosive.
His cock had been semi-hard since he’d stepped into her apartment, but when his feisty mate had started making demands, his thick dick had gone rock hard.
Even though he’d tried to do the right thing, or what he perceived to be the right thing, he wasn’t about to turn down what she was offering. They would have sex tonight, but he was also going to make sure they did all the things he’d planned to do when he’d thought he had to win her over.
In fact, he was pretty sure he still had a lot work to do, and sex or no sex, he planned to start immediately. He stood, ready to take his mate to the bedroom, and his suspicions were confirmed.
She expected him to reject her and leave.
Not going to happen, beautiful. I’ll never leave you.
Jacob walked toward his mate, but when he saw the hand she kept on the doorknob start to turn, he swiftly closed the distance between them. He stopped the turning movement with one hand, and placed the other flat against the door, effectively caging her in with his big body.
He was inches away from her soft, curvy form, and he couldn’t stop the urge to lean in and inhale her soothing, perfect scent. Avery gasped and stood perfectly still, as if waiting for his next move. His canines nudged his gums, desperate to break through and sink into her beautiful skin, but he fought the instinct and forced them back.
He couldn’t tell Avery about his bear.
Not yet.
But he could tell her other things.
He drew back from her neck, and grabbed both of her hands. He placed them on his shoulders, and then wrapped his palms around her hips. His hands molded to her perfect body as if she’d been made for him—which she had—and his bear growled beneath the surface. Finally, after all this time, he was touching his mate, and he never planned to let her go.
Avery was his.
“I’ll give you what you want, beautiful, but this isn’t just about sex for me. I want you—I’ve always wanted you—and I’m never letting you go.”
She nodded in agreement, but he knew she didn’t believe him. He wasn’t worried, though, because he was going to love finding ways to change her mind.
Starting with a kiss.
Jacob leaned in slowly, and then brushed his lips against hers with a featherlight touch. Her small intake of breath told him she felt what he felt, and he kissed her again with the same light tender touch.
This time, she kissed him back, and moved her hands from his shoulders to his neck. God, his skin burned from her touch, and he wanted her hands everywhere, but he wouldn’t force the issue. He was just glad she was touching him at all.
On the third featherlight pass of his lips, Avery pulled him closer, and silently demanded more. She pressed her lips to his and then licked his lips, begging him to open his mouth.
He liked seeing this aggressive side of her, but she never needed to beg. He immediately opened his mouth, and slid his tongue against hers. Cautious at first, they explored each other’s mouths as if they had all the time in the world, but the slow and steady pace didn’t last long.
Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, the kiss became frenzied.
Jacob kissed her hard, his mouth both aggressive and demanding, and her need rivaled his own. Avery met his kisses with the same fevered desire, and he took a step closer, and plastered his hard frame against her soft one.
Avery wrapped a leg around his waist, and his bear roared beneath the surface. She was his female, his mate, and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
Even though their clothes acted as a barrier, the heat emitting from her core made his dick throb uncontrollably. He pulled his mouth away from hers, and nuzzled her neck, trying to gain an ounce of control.
Avery didn’t care about his needs though. She ground her hips against his cock, and pressed her soft lips against his heated skin.
Fuck control!
He needed to be buried inside his mate as soon as possible. He pressed his hips against hers, grabbed her other leg, and wrapped it around his waist. Then he slid his hands over her ass.
“Hold on, beautiful.”
Suddenly, it was as if she’d been doused in ice water. Avery pulled back so fast, she banged her head against the door.
“No, wait,” she pleaded. “Jacob, I can walk.”
The desperate plea in her voice pissed him off, and an image of her weak-ass ex flittered through his mind. He figured her worry stemmed from the loser, or hell, maybe it was from all of her past boyfriends, but it would end today.
He wanted a future filled with her begging him to carry her to the bedroom, and his plan to make that happen started now. Ignoring her protests, he moved from the door easily, and she had no choice but to hold on tight.
Every step down the hall caused his cock to rub against her clit, and he’d only moved a few feet before she hissed in a breath, and dug her nails into his shoulders.
Her apartment had the same layout as his, and they both only had one bedroom, so finding the bed was easy. He stormed into her room, but when he saw the mattress, he nearly lost control. Every instinct told him to throw her on the bed, rip off her clothes, and sink into her soaking wet core, but he knew he needed to go slow.
“Is your head, okay?” he asked. “It sounded like you banged it pretty hard.”
She pulled back to look at him, and it was as if she’d read his mind.
“It’s fine,” she said, “and so am I. I want you, Jacob. I want everything you want to give me. I need it, and I don’t want or need you to go slow.”
His gums ached at her declaration, but he knew he couldn’t give her everything—not yet. He could, however, give her everything else they both wanted.
He set her down next to the bed, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, and started sliding it up her waist. Her hands immediately locked onto his wrists, betraying her bravado, and he stilled. If she’d changed her mind, then he would stop, but he was pretty sure she was just scared. Only time would heal her past wounds completely, and he wouldn’t push the issue. If she wanted to wait, then they would wait.
A few seconds later, she released her hold, smiled, and nodded.
His bear roared in triumph, but the man continued to lift her shirt. When he reached under her arms, she raised them, and he pulled the material completely away from her body.
Her beautiful, full breasts were covered in a simple cotton bra, but the plain garment did nothing to detract from the perfect mounds. His assessment was confirmed when he removed the cotton and tossed it across the room. Her thick, candy-shaped nipples hardened under his gaze, and he longed to suck one into his mouth and rake his teeth over the sensitive flesh.
Not yet, though. He still had more clothes to remove.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her pants, and dragged the material down her thick, shapely thighs. He knew she walked often, and though the muscle wasn’t prominent, he could tell her legs were strong.
Once he helped her step out of her pants, he came face-to-face with her cotton covered mound. Like her bra, her panties were plain and white, but they were anything but boring. Especially because they were covering his mate, and he really didn’t care what she wore, as long as she wore it only for him.
He pressed a kiss to her covered mound, and she swayed as if she meant to step back. He couldn’t let that happen. He grabbed onto her hips in a firm, unyielding grip, and kissed her again.
“Jacob…”
The whispered word came out like a cross between a question and a plea, and he smiled at her confusion. As long as she wasn’t pushing him away, he was going to give her everything—exactly what she’d asked for.
He grabbed the material of her panties, and pulled them down before she could even think of a protest. Her gasp filled the room as he stared at her bare mound, and his swollen dick started to throb.
She was beautiful.
Simply beautiful, and perfect for him in every way.
“You are so beautiful—”
“I’m not,” she said, “but thank you for saying the words anyway.”
“I would never lie to you,” he said, fiercely. “As I told you before, you’re beautiful to me, and the words are even more true now. One day you’ll believe me, but even then, I won’t stop saying it.”
“Fine,” she grumbled. “Why am I the only one naked?”
He laughed, and tore off his shirt.
He couldn’t help it. His mate had a sassy side, and he loved it.
“That’s all you get right now. If I strip, this will be over in a minute, and I promised to make love to you like I knew what I was doing.”
“Well, you kind of have to remove your pants in order to get the job done.”
It was a little thing, but he liked how she didn’t fight him on his reference to making love. She’d asked for sex, but with her, their intimate moments would never be just sex.
“True, but not yet. First I have to taste you.”
“Wha-what?”
Her anxiety was a palpable thing, but he didn’t repeat his intent.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, and lay back.”
“Jacob, I… You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do,” he said, moving toward her. He was still on his knees, but that didn’t stop her from backing away. A second later, she was forced to sit on the bed. “Lay back, beautiful.”
Jacob grabbed one of her legs, and placed her foot on the edge of the bed. When he grabbed the other, she had no choice but to follow his directions and lay back. The position gave him a perfect view of her pretty pussy, and the soft, pink flesh glistened in the light, covered in her essence.
His mate wanted him as much as he wanted her, and the realization caused another low growl to escape from his chest. Avery’s pussy contracted at the noise, and more liquid heat escaped from her core.
His mate liked his growly side, and the knowledge pushed him into action.
He grabbed her hips in a bruising grip, and swiped his tongue over her entire cunt. Avery cried out, and fisted the blanket beneath her, but she didn’t try to scoot away. If anything, she tried to get closer, but his hands kept her hips flat against the mattress.
He licked her again and again, lazily dragging his tongue from her pussy to her clit, and Avery screamed and tried to squirm within his hold. God, he loved the sounds she made, and he didn’t relent until her pussy started to throb.
He moved one forearm over her hips to keep her in place, and used his other hand to slide two fingers into her soaking wet channel. He moved his fingers in and out at a steady pace, but as her pussy started to convulse wildly, he closed his mouth over her clit, and pressed the flat of his tongue against the hard jewel.
Avery threaded her fingers through his hair, and fisted the strands as an orgasm tore through her body. He’d never been into pain, but if Avery wanted to rip his hair out while he pleasured her, he’d never complain. Her cries of ecstasy filled the air, and he was certain the whole building could hear her satisfied release.
Both the bear, and the man, preened at the knowledge he’d pleasured his mate better than any other man had—especially her loser ex. He knew the truth, because he’d never heard those noises coming out of her mouth before.
Thank god.
If he had, he would have gone insane.
Avery was his, and watching her with another man had been torture, but one he’d endured because she’d rejected him. Hearing her cries of ecstasy at the hands of another man would have pushed him over the edge.
When her breathing resembled something seemingly normal, he slowly pulled his fingers free from her channel, and Avery loosened her grip on his hair.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
Unfortunately, instead of satisfied awe, the words were filled with distress.
As he stood, Avery stared at the ceiling and tried to close her thighs, but he wasn’t going to let her hide from him. He carefully placed one hand on each knee, and stood in between her legs.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?”
“I… I’m so sorry, Jacob. God, that was so embarrassing. I was so loud, and—” she swallowed hard, and blinked back the tears filling her eyes. “Are you—is your head okay?”
Though he thought her blush was endearing, the tears she tried to blink away tore at him. Beneath the surface, his bear roared at seeing his mate in agony, especially after she’d shared something so amazing with him.
“Avery, look at me.”
It only took a few seconds for her to follow his command, and he hated that a lone tear escaped when she locked her eyes with his.
“I’m fine, beautiful. In fact, I’m more than fine. If you want to rip out my hair every time I make you come, then go for it. I don’t mind, in fact I fucking love it. I also love those not so quiet sounds you make. They’re fucking hot as hell, and they make me rock hard just thinking about them. In fact, I’m hoping for a repeat as I fill you with my cock.”
“Oh,” she whispered, granting him a small smile. “Okay.”
A sheen of tears still lingered in her green depths, but he loved that he’d been able to put her at ease. She no longer tried to hide from him, or avoid his gaze, and she spread her legs a little wider at his declaration. Whether the action was voluntary or not, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to question it.
“Do you have any condoms, beautiful?” he asked. “I’m happy things went the way they did, but I wasn’t exactly planning for this to happen tonight.”
“Top drawer,” she said, motioning toward the nightstand.
Fuck!
His emotions went haywire as he was both grateful she had protection, and pissed off at the reason why. It didn’t matter if they technically belonged to her or her ex—and let’s face it, they were probably hers—he still planned to trash the box and replace them as soon as possible. It might sound stupid, and it was definitely a dominance thing, but he wasn’t going to use condoms bought by—or for—another man to pleasure his mate.
Well, he wouldn’t use them in the future.
This night didn’t count, because there was no way he was walking away now. Not with Avery ready for more, and his dick so hard he thought he might explode.
He grabbed a foil packet, held it with his teeth as he undid his jeans, and pushed both his pants and his boxers down his legs. He kicked off the material, and when he stood, Avery’s intake of breath made him smile.
“Back up, beautiful,” he said, as he rolled the protection down his dick.
Even though she was laying across the bed the wrong way, Avery scooted to the other side, and he followed, settling on top of her with his cock pressing insistently at her core.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and wiggled beneath him, trying to force his entry, but he didn’t move.
“Please,” she begged, stilling her movements. “Jacob, please.”
He wanted to go slow, he really did, but it wasn’t possible. Not with his beautiful, naked mate laying beneath him, and pleading. She owned him, and he would always see to her needs.
He sank into her in one, swift thrust, and Avery cried out as her pussy clenched around him like a vise. His cock throbbed wildly, and for a moment, he thought he would explode from the sensation.
Being buried deep within his mate was more than just sex, and he took a deep breath to ward off the familiar tingling at the base of his spine. Avery would come again before he found his release.
“Jacob?”
God, he hated the uncertainty in her voice.
“Sorry, beautiful,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. “You feel so damn good, and I’m just trying to gain a little bit of control.”
“Control is overrated,” she smiled. “I don’t need control.”
Well, hell.
He kissed her again, this time hard and possessive, and Avery met his onslaught with the same sense of urgency. She wiggled her hips, and he loved the way her pussy molded to every line on his cock, but he knew she was just egging him on. They both needed more, and he was going to keep his promise.
He pulled his hips back until just the tip of his dick was dipped in her pussy, and then he thrust into her again. Avery made one of her delicious noises, and he repeated the action, over and over again, as her cries filled the room.
God, damn, he loved the sounds she made!
He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might be able to come from just the sound of her voice. Luckily, he didn’t have to find out the answer. At least not today.
He thrust into her hard and fast, and her essence coated his cock. When her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably, he reached between them and placed his thumb on her clit.
That was all it took.
He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her scream as she fell over the edge. He continued to kiss her hard and thrust his hips wildly until he broke away seconds later to shout out his release. His very loud roar echoed around the room, and rivaled the cry she’d released earlier.
Avery smiled beneath him, and he knew his equally loud expression dimmed some of her embarrassment. In fact, she seemed down right giddy, and he couldn’t help but laugh at her expression.
When he did, he felt the tips of his canines trying to force their way through his gums. He buried his head in her neck to hide his secret, and to try and gain some much-needed control. He didn’t want to tell her about his bear while buried deep inside her.
Unfortunately, the close proximity the exact spot he wanted to mark her did nothing to help his cause. Avery rubbed a soothing hand down his back, and he loved the fact that she touched him freely. He wanted to stay buried in her warmth forever, but he needed some space before he did something he couldn’t take back.
Slowly, he pulled his cock from her body, laid down on his back beside her, and pulled her into his arms. Avery rested her head on his chest, and snuggled into his embrace like they’d slept together a hundred times.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
She was thanking him?
Why?
Then he remembered. She’d asked him to help her. To fuck her like he knew what the hell he was doing. He had—and then some—and while he was happy to oblige, he didn’t want her thanks.
He opened his mouth to correct her, to explain how he should be thanking her, and not the other way around, but her soft, deep breaths changed his mind. His mate had fallen asleep in his arms, and he wasn’t about to wake her.
He tightened his arms around her, closed his eyes, and guarded his mate while he slept.
Tomorrow, his mission to claim her heart would begin.