He picked up the clothes from the floor silently, and laid the short summer dress he had borrowed from Caleb’s sister on the bed. Faith appeared to be about the same size, so he was certain it would fit.
Caleb Sanchez owned the house, but rarely used it. His sister, Catherine, used it mostly during the milder months and kept clothes on hand at all times. He had picked several outfits, as well as matching underclothes that still had the tags hanging from them. He doubted Catherine would even miss them.
“Stubborn bastard!” He grinned at her strangled rage.
She wasn’t settling down at all. Damn if Wolfe wasn’t right. She was more hormones and need right now than she was common sense. And he hadn’t helped matters.
He pushed his fingers through his hair in irritation. He had been in shock. There was no other way to describe it, no excuse for it. The mindless, searing pleasure that washed over him when his cock swelled further, his orgasm exploding through his body as he locked inside her, had been more than he could handle. It had frankly terrified him. He had never experienced anything like it.
On top of that, he had lost his control with Faith. He wasn’t certain how it had happened. Watching her in that damned mirror, her face a mask of desperation and need, feeling her cunt so hot and slick, smelling her arousal like a potent drug wrapping around him, he had lost it.
He tossed the clothes down the recessed laundry chute inside the walk-in closet with a reminder to himself to throw the damned things away. They were torn and dirty, and carried traces of Hawke’s scent. He wanted no other scent of any man attached to Faith. When he was finished, her body would be so infused with his scent, his need, his possession of her that no other man would dare try to touch her.
He left the bedroom as he heard her leave the bathtub. He wasn’t prepared for another confrontation with her. His instincts were already pushing him to force her submission to him, to see her kneeling before him, no longer fighting him. His cock clenched at the thought. He remembered the night in the Lab, the way her anal entrance opened for him, allowing him to sink inside her, possess her in the most primitive manner.
Until the night before, Jacob had not realized how close they actually were to the animal side of their DNA. The sexual training in the Labs, the women, the drugs, none of them had produced such a reaction in him. He would have to be certain to thank Wolfe for mentioning this little phenomenon.
* * * * *
“What in the hell did you do with my clothes?” Jacob turned from the stove at that question and lost any thought he could have had to answer her.
The soft white silk dress clung to her full breasts, emphasized her narrow waist and flared hips, as it lovingly fell just below her thighs. It was a stretchy, clinging silk that held her breasts seductively in fragile cups, leaving the upper curves temptingly bare and making the delicate tone of her satin skin glow. But what surprised him the most were the high heels she had managed to find to go with it.
A matching pair of white, three inch heels that she moved naturally, gracefully in. This wasn’t his little Faith. This was a temptress, a seductress.
“I didn’t give you shoes,” he felt the need to point out. And he sure as hell wouldn’t have picked shoes that would turn her legs into a work of art that he only wanted to spread and slip between. And since when had that dress been the one he laid out for her? He was certain it wasn’t. “Where did you find them?”
“Same place I got the dress,” she snapped. “I’m not a child, Jacob, and I refuse to wear something that makes me look like a damned teeny bopper. Now answer me, where are my jeans? I don’t know who lives here, but the silly twit doesn’t own a single pair. ”
Jacob wanted to shake his head and try to clear the fog of lust rising within it. Those breasts were killing him. And he prayed to God she didn’t decide to turn around. He had a feeling that dress was hugging her sweet ass just as lovingly.
“The dress I laid out was fine,” he grunted, turning back to the soup to still the haze of aroused confusion growing in his mind.
“It was at least twenty years old and so out of date it reeks,” she snarled. “If you’re going to borrow clothes for me, borrow something decent, at least. ”
“You don’t wear clothes like that,” he bit out. “You wear jeans. ” Damn, the thought of other men seeing her dressed like that had a red haze of fury clawing at his vision.
“Yeah. Sure, Jacob, whatever you want to believe,” she snorted behind him. “So where are my jeans?”
“In the trash,” he growled, stirring the soup. “They were nasty, torn and the stench of them offended me. ”
When she didn’t say anything, he turned back to her. Sweet heaven, he was going to end up fucking her on the kitchen table. A frown had her dark brows lowered over angry eyes, her arms were folded beneath her breasts, pressing them up in a temptation he was hard pressed to ignore. And those legs. He wanted them wrapped around his waist, holding him tight while he fucked her into a screaming orgasm.
“You are starting to irritate me. ” Her voice was calm, even, despite the fire in her eyes, and the obvious arousal in her body. And he was aroused, he knew.
“Sit down and eat. You’re worn out, and hungry, that’s why you’re so irritated. You can rest after lunch. ”
He spooned the soup into bowls, and set it with two thick ham sandwiches on the table in the middle of the room.
“I’m irritated because you are being a typical, bossy, irrational male Breed,” she snarled, though she took her seat anyway.
“You’re irritated because you’re hungry, horny and sleepy, and I will address each issue in that order. ” He took his own seat, exasperation filling him.
She stared at him, her eyes narrowed, her expression so filled with stubbornness it immediately made him want to force her to admit to each point.
“You have a point. ” She surprised him. “Looks to me as though you may as well get used to it as long as you’re forcing me to stay here. I have no problem with eating your food, or sleeping in this house, but I’ll twist your dick off if you try to touch me. ”
Jacob had to forcibly restrain his chuckle and his immediate impulse to show her otherwise. She didn’t wait for his answer, but lifted the sandwich and bit into it hungrily. Jacob applied himself to his own food, but watched her carefully to be certain she finished. One of Wolfe’s main concerns was the weight she had been losing over the past months. And she had lost a considerable amount. She wasn’t skin and bones, but she appeared too delicate, too fragile for the savage needs pulsing through him.