Chapter 25
CADE
I figured it would be pushing my luck to ask Jess to tell me anything more about her past, but now that we were finally talking, I didn’t want to stop. Usually I didn’t give a shit about hearing my hookup’s bio, but things were different with this woman. It was partly because I was starting to feel some affection toward her and partly because her damn elusiveness fascinated me.
And let’s face it—I also really dug her enthusiasm for sex. I was grateful as hell that whatever had happened to her in the past hadn’t frozen her sexuality. That was always a risk when a woman had been stalked and assaulted.
I thought of her strange collar, which she hadn't brought with her. Not that I didn’t like it. I found it kinky as hell and I loved that she seemed to glow with submissive desire when she was wearing it. What kind of magic did that thing possess?
If it was just an erotic prop, then I was a fool to ignore the signal—she was obviously turned on by roleplaying my passionate slave.
Well, that was fine with me.
I tweaked her breasts. Her nipples were rosy and hard and I couldn't resist pinching them. She gasped and twisted her limbs against mine, not pulling away but pressing herself harder against me.
“Horny, my love?”
“Hmm. We did get a bit distracted when we were doing that bondage thing.”
“Happy to pull out my ropes again. Or, wait, got another idea.” I flipped her over onto her belly. Handling her body made me feel as if I was burning inside. Lust, but not just physical. Something deeper. I slapped her ass. “Up. On your hands and knees.”
She scrambled to obey, rising to kneel on the mattress.
I smacked her inner thigh. “Spread ‘em, babe.” She did it and my hand dove in between her legs and played with her pussy lips. “I want full access to you. You’re mine now—every part of you.” I pressed my thumb into her butthole. She screeched. I chuckled. “Unexplored territory there? You’ve got a treat coming, hon.” I went on gently fondling her clit and soon she was moaning and jerking back against my hand.
I loved how responsive she was.
As I continued to caress her, she arched and cried out. She was all woman, delicious and wild. I loved the way she squirmed. I crouched down behind her and ducked my head to lick her pussy. I held her down firmly with one sparkling hand on her ass as I probed and sucked her, stabbing my tongue into her.
Inching toward her clit, I teased and circled for a few before skating my tongue across the engorged bud. She gasped and my cock throbbed.
I couldn't wait any longer. I had to take her, and roughly. I went up on my knees and held her hips steady for me as I slammed into her weeping slit. I bent forward over her body, one hand grabbing a breast to squeeze and the other slapping her heaving thigh.
I wanted to hear her scream my name. She was mine now and it was time she knew it.
I could see the static sparks or sevmelle or whatever the hell it was everywhere my fingers touched her skin. It radiated in a hazy glow from all the places where our flesh met. My mate. The sparks and the glowing proved it. I was fucking claiming her. Every part of her.
As I pumped fiercely into her amazingly soft, tight sheath, I felt myself slipping away. Wildness reigned. Her scent was intoxicating. I wanted to nip her and bite her and roll in the dirt with her, my lover, my mate.
Whoa. I was starting to shift. Fur ran up my arms and my fingers turned to claws.
Holy shit. Not cool. I never lost control like that, not even in any excess of rage or passion. But Jess was bringing out the beast in me.
And it was tempting…oh so tempting, to just let it happen.
“Don’t stop,” she cried and I wasn't sure what she was asking for. Did she realize? Another moment or two and my cock would knot itself inside her and stopping wouldn't even be an option.
“Shift with me,” I gasped.
She stiffened. Dammit! She didn’t like shifting. If I let this happen, she’d probably freak.
Gritting my teeth, I pulled back out of her before I totally lost it. I took a moment to force the transformation to cease. No bones had changed yet. I dragged my claws and the sprouting fur back inside, becoming smoothly human all over again.
Fuck…that had been close.
She rolled over to her back and raised her hand to my face. “What? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I slid between her thighs. “Let’s try it the old-fashioned way.”
She tilted her hips for me as we joined again. We kissed as we moved together, establishing a rhythm, experimenting with different angles of entry, different depths, different tempos. Everything we tried felt wonderful. “I want to fuck you so hard that you scream.”
“Do."
I began to do just that, piston-ramming while she arched off the bed and met me thrust for thrust. I was half afraid to hurt her and half loving the ferocity of it. She was just as rough with me—her nails were carving welts into my back and shoulders.
She gasped out a scream every time her clit impacted my groin, which happened so fast and so often that her sounds were constant. I slammed so hard into her I could feel my balls slapping against her ass. We writhed together in a frenzy.
“Come for me, baby.”
Howling with pleasure, she obeyed. She screamed as she came, throbbing rhythmically on my cock. I followed with just a few more pounding strokes, groaning as the climax squeezed a shower of pleasure into me.
It was only then, as we were both coming down, that I thought again about how she hadn’t been wearing the Highland Choker. I’d almost shifted, but despite her fears, she had maintained her human form throughout.
I slid my fingers around her throat and squeezed gently. “No choker. Why do you like that thing so much?”
“Don’t ask me.”
“How can I not? I’m the alpha and a curious man. I have a need to know all manner of things for the good of the pack.”
She laughed. “Nice try.”
I nipped her ear. “I should cuff you. Slap you down as the dominant wolf would instantly do to an insubordinate underling.”
“If you’re going to cuff me, I’d prefer the other type of cuff. The leather ones.”
My turn to laugh. “I’ll bring my bondage stuff home with us—how about that?”
I stroked where she usually wore the neck thing and then let my fingers drift down over her breast. I took one of her nipples between my finger and thumb and squeezed. “You have a collar already. Why not other types of restraints?”
Her green eyes were sparkling. “I wouldn’t say no.”
“You would obey your leader?” I rained delicate kisses down her throat. “Your master?”
“If I were in the mood, I might.”
I was beginning to like this woman a lot.