Beauty and the Wolf (14 page)

He reached down and grabbed her where her ass and leg met. He forced her legs apart, making additional room for himself. He thrust hard and she took several more inches. The spanking had aroused her, and now they both knew it. Her juices coat
ed the head of his cock. He laughed harshly in her ear biting the lobe. “You liked that didn’t you? You liked being spanked?”

He grounded himself inside her, pushing to the hilt. “How do you like being fucked by the big, bad wolf?”

His arm slid
beneath her, forcing her body up slightly so the edge of the
desk didn’t bit
e
into her thighs
. His
other hand still held her open. H
e humped into her, sliding in and out with such for
ce that if he hadn’t been holding her in place, she would have flew across the desk.

Jake clenched his teeth trying not to come. Her pussy was hot and wet, clinging to his cock each time he pulled out. He moved the hand he had beneath her, cupping her breast. He gave it a hard squeeze and was rewarded by the backward moment of her hips. He found the nipple and pinched.

“You are my woman. My mate. My heart.” With one
last thrust he started coming. As his seed emptied into her body, he bent his head, finding the curve between her neck and shoulder. As those before him had done for hundred of years, he marked his mate.

Again.

* * * * *

Hours later,
Jake held Sophie
in his arms, reclining on
his huge
king-sized
bed. After he’d “punished” his new mate, he’d taken her home. And fucked her again.
And again.
She was
now drap
ed over him like a living blanket
, too tired to move.
He stroked her
back lazily. Every so often his hand
wonder
ed
further down, cupping the cheek
of her ass. He grinned into her hair when he felt the warmth that still
lingered there
. His mate
had taken her punishment like a good girl.

“So help me, Jake Anderson, if you’re grinning, I
swear
I’ll cut your heart out and feed it to a, a
–
” She sputtered to a stop. “What’s a wolf’s
most dangerous
enemy
, anyway
?”

Jake barked his
laughter
. “We don’t have any, sweetheart. We
are
top of the food chain.”

Sophie propped herself up on her hands. “What about vampires? Do they exist?”

Jake
shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.”

“
Jake
,” she growled. Lord, he loved her when she growled. He’d make a wolf out of her yet.

“Yes, they do exist, but wolves are still top of the food chain.” He bent his head and gave her a quick, hard kiss. “The only person I have to worry about shredding my heart is you. I love you Sophie.”

She was silent for a moment, studying him with her serious brown eyes.
“I
guess this is pretty serious then?”

“Yes, Sophie this is serious.”

She studied the man who
s
e
body she now knew almost an intimately as her own. A body, thanks to him she was coming to appreciate even more. He love
d
her curves, he loved her over sized butt and
burgeoning
breasts. He loved her.

But OMG, he was a
wolf.

Really
, when she and Mary Ann had
concocted
their plan, all she had
hoped for
was
sex with
him
maybe
once or twice.

Now. Now he had revealed
his deepest
secrets and claimed her as a mate. Her hand stroked the side of her neck. The place where he’d bit her
, now twice,
was still sore, but there was no wou
nd, just the
faint pink scar. It scared her how fast she had healed.
They hadn’t talked about the effects of his bite, but somehow she knew it had changed her somehow.

“Sophie? Are you ignoring me, Sophie?” Jake’s question was laced with humor.

“W
hat did you say?” She blinked as his words broke through her fog. When she saw the wicked grin spread across his sensuous lips
she didn’t know what to say so said the first thing to come to her mind.
“But I just
wanted you to be my fuck buddy.
”

“What!”

“That’s what Mary Ann thought I should do, just go up to you and ask you to be my fuck buddy.”

Jakes
twisted and she landed on her back, crushed beneath his weight.
“I see I’m going to have to limit the time you spend with her. A m
an with
a
less
healthy ego may have felt
bet
rayed by that remark
. But I don’t have that problem.”

He cupped her head with his hands, holding her in a loving embrace. “I
want more than that with yo
u.
I
know you’re thinking of orange blossoms, white dresses and babies, Sophie.”

Sophie’s mouth widened in surprise.

He placed a lingering kiss on her opened mouth. “I really hope you’re thinking of babies.”

He bent to kiss her again. His tongue licked the seam of her mouth, a
sking permission to come inside. Without
hesitation
she opened to him.

Who was she to say no to the big, bag wolf?

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“You don’t hav
e to do this, Emily,” Jared stroked
her hair. “I am fine now.”

His words ended in a gasp of pure torment as she lowered her mouth to him. Her lips barely fit over the round, ridged head. Pulling back, she ran her tongue down his length again, savoring the musky scent at the nest of curls surrounding his cock. She licked the sides with her small, pink tongue, thoroughly wetting the surface

She reached inside his jeans
and removed his balls. Using her
thumb and index finger she squeezed between the two rocks, making him jump.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” he growled. A drop of pre-cum coated his reddened head. She licked it away. She didn’t answer him, instead she did again. Jared bucked his hips and squirted again.

She sat back on her heels, looking at his glistening flesh. Wrapping both hands around him, she gripped him hard, pumping up and down until a steady stream of pre-cum poured from the slit.

He growled and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her mouth to him. “You damn well better finish what you started you little witch.”

Slowly she willed her jaws to relax and took him, inch, by glorious inch. Jared’s hands fell away, both going behind him to grab the counter. He thrust his hips forward
but allowed
her
to
set the pace. Opening herself to him, she took him to the back of her throat and a little beyond. Again and again she bobbed
her head
up and down, her hands s
troking the part left untouched by
her mouth. To build the pleasure she would stop suddenly, releasing him completely to run her tongue over the mushroom head, only to take him as far as she
could
down her throat. Within minutes Jared’s hands were back, holding her still as he rammed hi
mself down her throat in short
squat thrusts. Sensing he was about to climax, Emily’s hand went to his sac once again, pressing down hard. Jared howled as he exploded down her throat.

Before Emily could think of a graceful way to rise to her feet – and wipe the liquid from her lips – Jared reached down and pulled her to her feet, his hands gentle beneath her arms.

“Thank you, baby.” He put her arms around his neck and bent to kiss her mouth.

“No,” Emily protested turning her face around. “You can’t kiss me now.”

“Oh, yes, I can,” he grinned. “I want to taste me inside you.” He thrust his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted himself and her. Always her.

“And you’ll kiss me after I’ve licked every inch of you. And you’ll love it,” he said.

He picked her up and headed for the loft. Once there, he tossed her to the middle of the bed. For several moments he just stood and stared down at her, remembering their passion of just a few hours before
in the woods
. He had taken her shamelessly, using her body and its natural responses to bind her to him. Just the memory of her wet, warm sheath surrounding him had him hard and ready again. She had been hot and tight. Warm and welcoming. Looking down at her he knew he couldn’t take her again. It was too soon. While Emily had not been a virgin, her body had revealed to him that she had not had many l
overs. Maybe one or two, quite some time ago
.
But just
thinking about the men in Emily’s past
had a red haze clouding his eyes.