Mating Seduction-epub (13 page)

Lexie went outside. Eyes closed, Jackson made a humming sound.

“Tough day at the office, dear?” she teased.

“Yup. Mended broken fence lines. My back hurts something awful.” He lazily opened one eye. “This feels good, but I know something that’ll help it feel better.”

“A trip to the day spa?”

A wide grin touched his firm mouth. He crooked a finger. “C’mere, darling. I’ve missed you.”

Oh, she longed to join him. But she hesitated. “Only in the dark.”

Lexie flicked the switch on the wall, turning off the deck lights. A wash of pale moonlight spilled down on them. Safe enough, she thought, slipping out of her clothing.

She joined him in the hot tub, sliding against him, her backside against his thick erection. He wrapped his arms around her and began palming her breasts, gently kneading and squeezing. Shivers of excitement raced through her. She felt wet and aching, and very, very needy.

When he slid a hand down the gentle rise of her belly, she arched against him, and moaned as he teased the curls between her legs.

But when he went to slide a foot down her leg to her toes…

Lexie jerked out of his embrace. Fleeing to the tub’s other side, she offered a wan smile. “I’m ticklish.”

Jackson gave her a thoughtful look as she climbed out and quickly toweled off, then grabbed a robe hanging from a peg, donning socks first on her feet.

“Socks again?” he asked.

“Told you, I get cold feet.”

“Wait for me upstairs,” he murmured. “Need a minute more.”

In the bedroom, she removed the robe, put on a fresh pair of lacy green panties and left her socks on. Relief filled her as she wriggled her covered toes.

How much longer could she keep up this ruse?

Jackson strolled into the bedroom, tiny droplets of water clinging to the dusky hair on his muscled chest, and the thicker, coarser hair between his legs. His shaft stood straight up, eager and straining.

He made no attempt to join her. Instead, he opened a dresser drawer and removed four soft velvet ropes.

“Blue. Your favorite color.” He dangled the ropes. “Make you a deal, Lex. You run. I’ll rope you. If I can catch you before you get outside, I get to tie you up. I’ll even give you a five-minute head start.”

Sexual excitement coursed through her veins, her core growing soft and wet at the idea.

“I can’t run fast.”

“You can. With all that protein I’ve been feeding you, you’ve gotten stronger. You’re not limping as much.”

Startled, she realized he was right.

“Besides, darling, you could be an Olympic sprinter and it wouldn’t matter. ‘Cause when I get my mind set on something I want, nothing stands in my way.” He gestured to the small bedside clock. “Go.”

Lexie ran, actually ran, down the hallway, thrilled by the chase. Maybe Jackson was right. She did feel stronger, she felt great, terrific.

As she made it into the kitchen and raced for the door, a soft swish cut through the air. A velvet rope landed over her mid-shoulder and pulled tight.

Trapped.

Jackson walked toward her, removed the rope and lifted her into his arms. Unsmiling, he carried her upstairs and deposited her gently on the bed.

Wary, she watched him gently bind her. She was spread eagle, wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts by velvet ropes. The restraints gave way a little, but held fast.

“What are you doing, Jackson?”

“Tying you up so you don’t escape. I have plans for you, Lex.”

“You’re a bad Lupine.”

A wicked grin touched his mouth. “Actually, I think I’m pretty damn good.”

Canine teeth lengthening and sharpening, he bent his head and ripped off her panties with his fangs. Jackson next opened the nightstand. He removed a tube of cherry massage oil and squeezed a dollop from the tube. His gaze dropped to the apex of her legs.

Her core grew damp and squeezed in anticipation

Sitting between her splayed thighs, Jackson rubbed the oil into her tightened flesh. His hands slid up and down her body. Oil heated as he rubbed it into her skin. Never had she felt such toasty warmth.

This rugged Lupine was stealing her breath away. Such tenderness and pure male strength. His hands stroked fire across her body, making her pull against the ropes.

Her toes, still clad in the warm socks, curled. Jackson lassoed her heart and threatened to carry it off into the sunset.

He slid his hands up her skin, lingering at the underside of her breasts.

He palmed her breasts, his oiled thumbs flicked over the cresting nipples. The sharp contrast between the gentleness of his strokes and the sharp lust etching his expression further inflamed her. She wriggled against the bonds.

“Stop squirming or I’ll punish you.”

“With what?” she asked in a breathless rush.

He leaned close, need swirling in his eyes, turning them to onyx. “I’m going to push you, Lex, long and hard until you scream and beg. And then push you some more.”

He took a hardened nipple into his mouth. Jackson suckled her, his tongue flicking over the peak. She moaned and pumped her hips, her body naturally responding.

Then he kissed his way down her body, licking away the oil from her breasts, her belly, the tiny indentation of her navel. Jackson’s fingers tunneled through her thick curls and then he rubbed more oil between her legs. Fire sizzled with each slow stroke.

His long, skilled fingers worked the oil into her slit, gently massaging. Her hips began pumping upward. Jackson’s gaze turned fierce and hard as he watched her.

“Come for me, Lex,” he commanded. “Come for me, now.”

She shattered, screaming as his thumb pressed deep inside her.

Gulping down several breaths, she looked down at him. Pure male satisfaction filled his dark gaze as a wicked smile touched his mouth. He unfastened her bonds.

“Turn over,” he told her.

Wondering what was next, she shakily did as he asked, and then felt the wet warmth of his tongue on her naked skin. He licked his way down the arch of her spine, down to the small of her back, creating trails of delicious heat. Jackson worked oil into her bottom as she tried not to move.

He licked it off, his tongue lavishing fire through her veins. But when he slid a finger into the delicate crevice between her buttocks, she arched off the bed.

With a gentle hand, he pushed her back down.

Jackson worked oil between her buttocks, kneading and massaging it deep inside. Then he spread her cheeks and ran his tongue down the center. When she cried out in sharp delight, he chuckled against her hot skin.

Sharp splinters of pleasure darted through her as he stroked her soaked folds. Instinct urged her to arch her bottom in a silent plea for more.

“Turn over,” he told her.

When she did, he dragged her to the bed’s edge and knelt on the floor. He parted her thighs wide and then draped them over his broad shoulders. Fierce heat smoldered in his gaze as he stared at her rosy, wet core. He gently parted the delicate folds as if unfurling a flower.

Jackson blew a soft, hot breath against her flesh.

“What is this?” she asked.

Searing heat smoldered in his dark eyes as he raised his head. “I’m hungry. I can’t wait to taste you, have your juices running down my throat.”

With that he lowered his head and put his mouth on her. He was strong, holding her legs firm as his questing tongue delved between her slit. Bristles from his jaw abraded her thighs. Long, slow strokes of his tongue made her grind her bottom into the mattress. A heavy, hot pulsing began between her legs.

Lexie undulated her hips as the pleasure intensified. Savoring her as if she were a succulent fruit, he licked and stroked. The aching throb grew and grew. He slid a long finger into her tight, wet center.

Her internal muscles squeezed against the caressing intruder with each stroke.

She screamed, nearly arching off the bed, and climaxed so hard, tiny stars burst behind her closed eyelids.

He stayed with her through the spasms milking her, gently kissing her core until she lay spent.

Then he did it again.

She climaxed four times before he stopped. A haze of languid bliss filled her. Then he moved her so she was lying supine on the mattress, her head resting against the pillows. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he joined her.

Opening her eyes, she stared at the man who’d roped her into an intense pleasure she never imagined could exist. Emotion constricted her heart at the longing gaze mirroring back her own hidden emotions. The tenderness, sweet affection, growing love…

Anguished loneliness.

She needed him, not merely his body joined to hers, but all of him. He needed her as equally as she needed him. Framing her face with his palms, he kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting deep inside.

Then he sat back between her splayed thighs. His thick shaft bobbed under its impressive weight as it jutted from the nest of dark curls. He ripped open another foil package and sheathed his erection, his testicles hanging heavy between his legs.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Lex. Fuck you hard and fast because I don’t think I can control myself anymore. My cock is so hard, my balls are aching like they want to burst.”

He mounted her.

She tilted her hips upward as his cock nudged at her soaked folds. Her flesh yielded as he slowly pushed inside. Jackson pressed forward, looking down where their bodies joined. He slid into her, her muscles clenching and squeezing around him.

“It feels so damn good when I’m inside you,  when I slide into you. I love the feeling of you naked beneath me, your soft body pressed down by mine. You’re mine, damnit. All mine.”

Tension rode his shadowed jaw as he pinned her to the bed, male aggressiveness and domination.

Wrapping her legs around his pounding hips, she clung to him as he stroked hard and deep. Jackson raised himself up, a hank of dark hair hanging over his brow. His gaze was fierce and concentrated as he thrust faster.

He began angling his thrusts, creating friction, taking and giving, as she took and she gave. Her hands curled around his forearms.

“Brace yourself,” he grunted.

The headboard began banging against the wall. The heat built and built until she gasped for mercy, not able to take any more.

Sweat poured down her body. Breath bellowed in and out of his lungs, his sweat-slicked body rubbing over hers, the silky hair on his legs sliding over her flesh.

He lifted his head, his brown eyes glittering with animalistic lust. “Scream my name, Lex. Let it go, let it go…”

A vibrating hum of need turned into a hot throb as the tension built. And then she shattered, screaming out his name, not caring who heard, not caring about anything except the Lupine who’d possessed her body, her spirit, her heart.

Throwing his head back, he cried out her name. Tendons and sinew on his neck strained as his big body bucked and shuddered.

And then he collapsed on top of her. Hot breath sawed in and out of his lungs as he pillowed his head beside her.

Minutes later, she lay in his arms, her head on his muscled chest. Beneath her ear, his heart thumped as loudly as her own. He stroked her sweat-dampened hair.

For several minutes they said nothing, reveling in the quiet. Effervescent feelings of joy filled her, each emotion like a bubble of champagne, rising higher and higher until she felt she could dance on air.

Until he raised his head and studied her feet.

“You’re nice and warm now. And you still have your socks on. Let me take them off, darling. I want to see all of you.”

Lexie had been quite cozy. But now an icy chill raced down her spine.

She pushed back the covers and sprang out of bed and began to quickly dress. “Think I’ll go for a nice walk outside.”

Jackson arched a brow. “Sweetie, the temperature’s dropping fast.”

“Yeah, well, I’m hot. Real hot. You said I’m hot. Stay here, you worked hard all day. Be back soon.”

Before he could voice a protest, she left.

Pale moonlight dappled the pine trees as she headed outside. Once a safe distance from the deck, she lifted her arms to the sky and shifted.

Lexie the wolf raised her back left paw. Still malformed.

Her low howl echoed through the still night.

Boot heels crunched on pine needles. Jackson. Frantically she scrabbled at the dirt, trying to hide her back paws in the earth.

“Lex? I know you’re around. Darling, what’s wrong?”

Whimpering, she inched away.

He rounded the rock pile and squatted down. Jackson held out his hand. “Lexie, please, come out.”

No use. He’d find out soon enough. Reluctantly she stood and loped over to him. Jackson scratched her ears and looked solemnly into her eyes.

“Why are you afraid of me, sweetheart? What can’t you show me?”

Lexie turned around, fighting the instinct to slink off into the trees. She lifted her left back paw. Jackson gently took it into his hands, his thumb stroking over the long, slender toes.

Human toes.

“Wow,” he murmured. “Now I get it.”

As he released her, she shifted back into Skin. Shame iced her body as she wrapped her arms around her thickset waist.

Jackson removed his shearling coat and draped it over her shoulders. He sat on the flat rocks and patted his lap. “Come here.”

“I’m too heavy. I’ll break you.”

He sighed. “Darling, you’re not. And I’m strong enough to hold whatever problems you face. Please, Lex. Come here.”

She climbed into his lap, curling up against him. “Now you know.”

Warmth coursed through her body as he picked up her left foot and examined her toes, fur-covered toes with pointed nails that were more a wolf’s paws than human toes.

“This is why I never shift in front of others.”

“And why you didn’t want to remove your socks.” He gently rubbed her left foot. “I’m glad you’re finally being honest with me. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Tension squeezed her chest. Haltingly, she told him about her boyfriend, Stan, and how they were going to have sex, but he’d abruptly left after seeing her bare feet.