Chapter nine
‘Furies’ Nine One
JAZ MONROE
I did not expect this. I thought I’d get off and feel satisfied but I’m so far from done that I feel like I’ll go insane if I don’t get more of Roman, but when he grins at me like a fucking wolf, I can’t help the trepidation that makes my heartbeat faster.
His wolfish grin doesn’t help at all.
With my ass hanging over the edge of the bed, Roman hooks my knees over his arms and glides his thick as hell cock between my swollen folds. I know I’m going to be sore as fuck tomorrow but the feel of his velvety dick rubbing against my wet core has me salivating for him. Forgetting my anxiousness, I lift my hips on his next downward stroke and slam down when the tip of his cock lines up with my entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” Roman groans, tipping his head back as I take a moment to adjust to his massive size. Okay, so that move hurt a lot less in my head. I feel like I’ve been split open by his tree trunk.
“You’re fucking tight, Jaz. What the hell,” He groans as he lowers my legs and lays his body flush to mine. His muscular chest smashing my breasts as we both breathe short and choppy. He surprises the hell out of me with his next question though, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
My heart warms and flutters at his concern, “I’m fine, Roman.” I tell him softly before lifting my legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him harder against me.
We both moan as he starts to slowly pump into me, the bed rocking like a boat on the lazy sea. I bring his face to mine, biting on his lower lip hard enough to sting but not as hard as I would like. You can’t bite during sex unless you’re mated or plan to be.
The night I was chosen, Cree sneered at me ‘you will never be able to have another mate until I am dead.’
Of course, now that I know he’snotdead, so I’m not worried about accidentally mating myself to this sexy biker.
Roman’s snaps his hip forward, slamming into me over and over again. Our moans turning into the savage sounds of snarls and growls as our fucking becomes a frenzy of foggy lust and heavy panting. The sound of our skin slapping against each other is all I can make out through the haze. I feel like I’m not even in my body, similarly to how I feel when I shift, and my wolf takes over, only I can feel every delicious beating Roman’s thick cock gives my gushing channel.
My vision tunnels as I swing my legs over, completely moving on instinct. Only one phrase on my mind as I climb to my hands and knees,mine, mine, all fucking mine.
Roman tangles his fingers in my hair, rutting me hard from behind like a desperate man mining gold. His grunts blend with my gasps as we both begin to reach the top of our climax mountain, ready to dive into the deep abyss of pleasure and cravings.
Using my hair, Roman lifts me up just as I begin to scream his name, gripping his cock like it’s hooked inside me, unyielding to release me as he moans his own release. My back slams against his sweaty chest as he continues to pound into me. Just as I reach the end of my release, I feel the sharp sting of fangs in the crook of my neck. Magic flows between us and my whole body feels like it’s on fire, only the flames are cool against my heated skin.
It's such a powerful moment that my wolf pushes through and lets out a howl so loud my own ears hurt, but then reality comes slamming down on me. My wolf settles back inside her hold within my mind and my vision returns to normal but everything around me has a new clarity. I can see the molecules in the air,or is that microscopic lint?
I look down to where Roman’s face is, his teeth still latched to my painless shoulder. His eyes glow and his wolf surrounds him in that odd glow that I saw in the field.
“What the fuck did you do?” I ask but I don’t get a reply because everything begins to fade as blackness takes over.
***ROMAN***
I can hear her words, see her face, and catch her as her eyes roll back and she falls limp, but it’s as though I have no control over my actions. My wolf’s will overpowers me as I take a back seat to him. I lost control the moment I gave into the thrumming need to sink my teeth into her and taste her essence once more. After that, my wolf claimed the front seat.
Suddenly I have control once more as I hold her in my arms. I lift my fingers to her neck, swiping blood from her and marveling at the tattoo-like marks on her neck, right where my teeth sunk into. It looks as if this tattoo is just one among the many she already has, but I know that’s a mate mark. I fucked up. I wasn’t planning on truly making her mine, but I allowed my instincts and this unruly pull between us to guide my actions. Yeah, I named her my ol’ lady, but that was only to give her a status within the club. Protection only the bylaws can provide. She has no property patch yet so around here, she’d be free pussy, a Cutthroat Sweet.
Fuck it all if anyone thinks they can touch her. Even without laying claim to her with the mate bond, I would have killed anyone stupid enough to touch her. Now, she’s mine, all fucking mine. Just like the words my wolf kept repeating in my head as I fucked her hard.
I lay her down on the bed before grabbing a shirt from the drawer. Fuck, I even brought her into my room. I was completely irresponsible, my lust fogging my brain and making logic flee in favor of pleasure. I pull the shirt over her tattooed body and lay her down before pulling up the covers. Just as Case expected, I did something incredibly stupid and there’s no return from here. Grabbing clean clothes for myself, I make my way into the shower to rid my body of the day I’ve had, though I’m reluctant to wash Jaz’s scent from my skin.
Once I’m done, I dry off and leave the sleeping wolf in bed. I need to speak with the club and make sure all has been well since we’ve been gone. It’s rare that we leave together, one of us should always be here to keep shit running smoothly but I have faith in my men, especially Drone. He’s been with us since I founded Cutthroat and he’s as loyal as they come. He was the first lone wolf we had come across and pulled from the dark hole of insanity.
Ironic that he’s now the Wise Man of Cutthroat.
He had been changed when he was just a teen after being attacked by a shifter and bitten during the full moon, it’s the only time a human can be changed. In fear of killing his family and friends, Drone left and lost control over his wolf. He was on the brink of starvation by the time we spotted his sandy wolf roaming the lonely road leading this abandoned school, and he’s been with us ever since.
I enter the central area of the club, the dining hall, where we have all of our festivities, and raise my voice over the hum of chatter, “Church!”
My men, the ones fully patched in, climb to their feet and scurry off to what used to be the library. It still is but the books it carries now would probably be frowned upon by the board of education.
Spotting Blow, I call him over as Case and Atticus come through the hall door I just entered from, both of the assholes smirk at me, clapping me on the shoulder.