The moment he steps inside the room, he takes a deep breath. His eyes snap to mine and then he’s stalking toward me. “You touched your pussy last night.” My jaw unhinges and hits the floor. How in the world? “I can smell it, just like I can smell how wet you are for me right now.”
My eyes widen and when he grabs me, I’m too stunned to do anything. He strips me quickly, a rumble of approval coming from him with every part of my body he uncovers. The heat I see in his eyes has me wanting him even more.
“You keep calling me ‘little mate’?” He nods as I squirm where I stand, naked in front of him, as he reaches back and grips his t-shirt and pulls it off. “What does that mean?”
Jace grins at me before toeing off his shoes and stripping his jeans. I’m not sure if I should be grateful that he’s wearing dark gray boxer briefs or not. The view certainly has me salivating.
When he takes a step forward, now naked, I take a step back. Something flares in his eyes, something that wants me to run. I feel an answering call. I want him to chase me, to prove to me he’s worthy of claiming me.
What?
“It means you’re mine.”
Jace delivers the words as if he says them all the time and my heart falls. “You’re my mate. The other part of me. The only woman I’ll ever want. Even before the change, I wasn’t interested in anyone, so you’ll also be the only woman I’ll ever have.”
“You’ve never had sex?” The words fly out of me, an odd blunder I wish I could take back the moment they’re out there. I squeak, “Really?” I shake my head and try to focus. This guy is giving some real alpha, big dick energy for a virgin. I’m here for it, it’s just surprising. “I mean, okay?”
Jace advances until one more step will topple me back onto the bed. He reaches up and cups my face in his hands. The way he is looking into my eyes tells me more than his words, the ones from earlier when he was grumpy and short with me and even the flowery ones he’s bestowed since he arrived tonight.
“I never knew why I waited, but now I do. It was always you, Dakota. I don’t understand it, but I know it’s true.”
I find myself nodding slowly. While I was with Macneal and a few guys before him, I usually agreed to a date or whatever because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. At night I would wonder if there was something wrong with me.
Now, I realize there wasn’t. It was just that I hadn’t met the right guy. This one. This wolfman was always my destiny and now I’m here, right where I’m supposed to be.
“I didn’t know I was supposed to wait,” I admit softly as shame and embarrassment fight it out inside of me.
He shakes his head, the heat of his body against mine, the brush of the hair, or is it fur, on him causing my own desire to deepen. When he pushes my shoulder gently, I fall back on the bed with a surprised yelp. His eyes flare as he looks down at me, the dominant energy coming off him in waves has my thighs clenching together.
“It doesn’t matter,” he rumbles.
He covers my body, one arm gliding around my back to haul me to the middle of the bed. He is careful of his claws, but I still feel them scrape against my skin and I’m surprised with how much I want more of the feeling.
“Don’t hold back,” my demand is soft, but I know he hears it with the way his nostrils flare.
“I don’t think I can,” the words are a plea for me to understand, but what he doesn’t realize is that I already do.
His mouth slams against mine and I get lost in the kiss. It’s hot and wet; the scrape of his canines against me has me arching my back. My body is screaming for more and he’s more than capable of answering it. When I desperately need to breathe, he pulls away, but only for his mouth to skim along my jaw and down my neck. He nips at the place where my shoulder and neck meet, and I gasp at the sensation. I don’t understand why, but maybe I need to give up on the idea of understanding.
Trying to understand, to think rationally, does me no good here. Not in Screaming Woods. Not underneath my wolfman.
Jace continues down my body, kissing and licking my skin. He lets out a groan as if I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. When I moan and beg for more, I feel him smirk against my skin only for him to release my nipple and give the other one the same attention.
My fingers thread through his hair, my nails scraping along his scalp and eliciting a rumble of approval from him. I want to hold him to me, to never let him go, but he has other plans. He’s so much larger and stronger than me and I have no hope to hold him in place as he continues to move down my body.
“I need to taste your sweet pussy, little mate,” he grunts. “Need it,” he reiterates as if he’s not entirely in control of his actions. I fully understand since this is incredibly surreal.
As he settles between my spread legs, his hair brushes my thighs before his hands grip me while pushing me open for him. He holds me where he wants me, his eyes flashing more yellow than green as he looks down at my dripping pussy.
“Mine,” he growls.
It’s the only warning I get before he’s pressing his mouth against me as his claws dig into my flesh just a little, just enough to remind me that this is real, this is happening. I give myself over to the feeling his slightly rough tongue gives me as he swipes along my slit. His tongue circles my clit and my hips flex, wanting to follow the feeling.
I know he said he was a virgin, but the way he’s eating me out makes me wonder because I swear that he’s a damn professional. Within seconds, I’m moaning and writhing as much as his grip allows. He growls against me when he abandons my clit and buries his tongue inside of me as deep as he can.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, my back arching. I’ve never felt anything like this.
The guys I’ve been with before pale in comparison. They treated eating me out like it was something they were supposed to do. Tit for tat. Jace is eating me like he’s fucking starving and I’m the only thing to sate him.