Season of the Wolf (BBW Holiday Romance) (7 page)

“I’ve never done that before,” she whispered softly.

“Neither have I,
” his voice rumbled sexily.

He lowered her to bed and followed her down, his big body covering her
s in a blanket of warmth so enveloping she swore she’d never be cold again.

One
hand settled on her hips, lifting her against him. She trembled, her body betraying her need. Slowly reaching up, she slid her hand around the back of his neck tugging him closer. His fingers tightened on her hip. She knew she’d forever regret the night if she didn’t take what she wanted. She wanted him. With that thought, she found the courage to put her mouth to the very corner of his.

He held perfectly still as if afraid to move. She smiled against the roughened skin of his jaw.
No fears tonight. Not for Priscilla Johnson. She had a wolf in her bed and she was going to enjoy every moment. The ball of desire that had filled her womb grew, spreading warmth throughout her body. She felt alive for the very first time in her life. To stroke the feeling into a full-blow fire, she opened her mouth and took his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down with enough force to make him growl. It was a warning from the beast she knew dwelled within, which should have stopped her, but something inside pushed, demanding that she continue. Before she could, he spoke.

“There’s something I nee
d to tell you.”

Priscilla’s heart dropped. Despite his reassurance that this was more to him than sex with a stranger, she knew this was a onetime thing, a moment-out-of-time-moment. Even realizing that, it still broke her heart that he fel
t it necessary to set out the parameters of their relationship in black and white terms. While the academic in her might appreciate such an approach, the romantic in her cried. He took her hand and guided it across his chest until she felt the scar she’d traced last night.

“I was hurt hunting a rouge wolf.

She didn’t know what he wanted her to say. The scars made no difference to her and if he thought they did, she was going to be seriously pissed. She opened her mouth to tell him when he stopped her.

“I should have taken down the rouge quicker, faster. Not doing so left
my pack vulnerable. I failed them.”

Oh, now she was just mad. She pu
shed against his chest indicating she wanted to be released. He ignored her. “Did you get the rouge?” she demanded.

“Not before he did so
me serious damage. I have other scars on my legs, my back, and my hip.”

“But you got him? Prevented him from hurting anyone else?”

“Yeah. But I–”

“Hush
,” she ordered, lifting her head to kiss him, hard and swift. “Would you have given your life for your pack, Jason?” Her heart clenched because she had no doubt he would have died before he let the rouge get away.

“Yes.”

“Then why do these scars bother you? You got the rouge. You protected your pack.”

He grew quiet and she wondered what he was thinking.
Priscilla’s mind was still reeling at the thought of him hurt, terribly hurt. From what she knew of shifter genetics, fast, efficient healing was at the very core of their makeup. For an injury to leave scars…How had he survived?

Again, he seemed to read her mind and answer her unspoken question.
“My family. As I was healing, they not only gave me their strength through our family bond, but they found a Native American shaman and a Celtic shaman who saw me through the worst of it. Without them, and my family, I wouldn’t have made it.”

Her eyes filled with tears thinking this man might have left this world and she would never have known him.

“Family is what matters, Priscilla.”

She wan
ted to believe that so badly. “So why did the wolf go rouge, if a family can make such a difference?”

Jason sighed
and pulled her closer. With her belief in him, she’d erased the feelings of failures he’d been holding on to since the attack. Now he could see the wheels in her analytic mind turning, trying to predict the outcome of their joining even before it happened. Why the hell had he brought this up, now, when his cock was so swollen and tight just the pressure of the thin knit pajama bottoms was playing hell with his control? “Maybe he lost his family. Or never found his mate. A mate grounds a wolf. Makes him whole.”

“Oh.”

He waited for a fraction of a heartbeat before he spoke again, his destiny riding on her response to the question he asked next. “What if I were to tell you we’re mates?”

“What?” She sounded like a chipmunk, all squeaky and sweet.

He tilted her head back with a nudge of his fingertips so he could read her expression. The flare of awareness and hope in her eyes stroked his wolf. Aroused the man. He let all the love and devotion he felt for her shine in his eyes. Shine from his wolf. “You are my mate, Priscilla. I’ve waited for you all of my life.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m not. Your wolf is just reacting to our enforced confinement.”

“Priscilla,” he growled.

“It’s true. He’
s horny.”

She smiled invitingly, trying no doubt to distract him,
but he could see the hint of sadness and longing in her eyes.

“Just like me.” She reached out and stroked his face, her fingertips lingering on the rough stubble on his jaw. “What are you going to do about that?”

He wanted to argue with her. Force her to admit she was his mate. That she felt the draw, same as him. Then she arched against him, her breasts pressing into his chest. Maybe the best thing to do was show her how much he needed her. Wanted her. Loved her.

“Little witch,” he murmured against her lips.
Then, “Priscilla,” on a strangled tone as she gave him what he wanted. She opened her lips and touched the top of her tongue to his and in doing so finally, finally, unleashed the beast.

The heat of Jason’s lips burned Priscilla, changed her. She moaned against his mouth, heat exploding through her bo
dy. Fierce, harsh hunger tore through her. Her hands glided along his stomach up to his chest, pushing his shirt out of the way. Without thinking, her fingers caressed the hot flesh beneath the palms of her hands. Even though the temperature in the cabin was low, his body was as hot as a furnace. He acknowledged her action with a sharp, pleased intake of his breath.

He dove headfirst into the kiss and wrapped his other arm around her. He opened his mouth wide for a deep, hot kiss that had her pussy burning and clenching all at the same time. She explored every inch she could of his magnificent body. His tight shoulders and solid chest. The hair there was soft, much softer than she’d expected. She wanted to feel it brush against her nipples.

As if he
could feel her needs, he arched away from her and stripped off his shirt and pants. Next, he pulled off her long sleeved shirt. He groaned as her body was revealed, minus her undergarments.

“Damn it
, woman.”

His voice was so rough
and broken she thought she just might come from the sound alone. That was until he cupped her breast in his big hand, rasping his thumb over her nipple.

“Jason!” she cried out.

“That’s right, baby, me,” he whispered against her lips. “You and me.” He lowered his chest until he touched her bare breasts. The soft mat of hair brushed across the turgid tips and she cried out again, her fingers clenching at his shoulders. He moved back and forth and Priscilla threw back her head, arching closer, demanding more.

Jason leaned down and took her nipple
in his mouth, licking it. “Mmmm.”

She gasped. “I’m not your mate. I can’t be your mate.”

“Yes, you are. Made especially for me.” His eyes grew brighter and hotter…so very, very hot. One long hand palmed the back of her head and he held her still for his plundering mouth. He fed her a deep, long, ravaging kiss and she lost herself in it, the man, and the wolf.

His
hand gripped her hip and he pulled her closer until the hard length of his cock pressed fully against her aching slit. Nothing separated them. They both groaned at the contact. She rubbed her body against his shamelessly and he soaked up the sounds of her need. He slipped his hand between them, his fingers finding her clit. He pressed against the bud rubbing against it roughly. She whimpered in pleasure. As he continued to caress her, his fingers found the entrance of her body. She’d had a man in her body before, but not like this, never like this. “Sssh,” he soothed her. “Just you and me. No one else.”

Jason knew she
wasn’t a virgin, and no right to expect that she was, but he wanted to obliterate every other man’s touch from her memory. He pushed his finger inside her, finding her wet. But not wet enough. Adding a second finger, he moved, thrusting them inside. “Wet, baby. I need you wet.” He bent his head and took one of her hardened nipples in his mouth. He sucked it, hard, almost painfully. As he did, he spread his fingers apart stretching her until she whimpered.

He pulled away, placing
the tip of his cock against her body. “I’ve been waiting for you all of my life.”

Her heart
melted as she felt and heard the animal in his voice. Their eyes met and he pushed inside her. Priscilla grasped at the intimate invasion. He was so big, she thought. It burned as he entered, but it was such a feeling of pleasure as well.

Jason had known pleasure during his long life, but
he’d never known this height of ecstasy. She was so damn tight he was afraid he’d hurt her. “Baby.”

As if in one accord they moved together, he pressed forward and she lifted upwards. He sank inside a few more inches. His legs trembled holding back the urge just the thrust forward and take her, let his wolf ride her, mark her, claim her.

“More,” she urged with another sharp uplift of her hips. “I need more.”

The demand in her voice tore away the last anchors of his control. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips and he took her with one downward plunge of his hips as he shoved his cock inside her to the hilt. He was past being careful, cautious. His wolf had come out to play.

He drew the hard line of his cock back out to push forward, hitting her clit with sharp deliberate motions. Again and again, he took her, groaning each time he touched the edge of her womb, thrusting, striving for the moment he could flood her with his seed.

Priscilla
felt the climax roar through her, shocking her with the swiftness and intensity. Never had she felt this before. Not with her previous two lovers or with her own hands. She cried out and he covered her mouth with his swallowing the sounds of her release. She clung to him as he devoured her mouth and pounded inside, stroking through the convulsing movements of her pussy. “That’s it, again baby.”

“No,” she ga
sped, her nails biting into the flesh of his shoulders.

“Yes,” he commanded.
“Again.”

He planted his arms on either side of her hips, hooking both of her legs over his elbows. The position opened her as never before. She cried out as he ground against her, his nostrils flaring, his body straining as he took her
over and over again. “Now, Priscilla, come with me now.”

Priscilla hands
clung to him, her anchor in this storm. She focused on Jason, his face was a taunt mask of power and control. The tendons strained in his arms, veins bulged in his neck as he took her. The pleasure built and she actually thought she might pass out. “Can’t,” she said, moving her head from side to side. “Can’t.”

Jason shifted his position, pulling her hips forward and
pushing her legs back. His cock seemed to grow as he slammed inside her. She whimpered as she felt the tension break.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled as he felt her orgasm wash over her. “That’s my baby.”

Priscilla cried out as she reached her peak almost immediately. Jason stiffened and let go, branding her with his cum.

Jason opened his eyes, instantly aware of what had woken him from a deep slumber. Priscilla had left the bed. He watched her walk across the floor to the bathroom, the bottom of her long, cotton shirt riding high on her legs with each step hardening his already erect cock. He sat up, the covers falling away. The air was cold. He got out of bed and tended to the fire. He was fine with the low temperatures, but knew he had to keep it warm for Priscilla. He couldn’t let his mate get sick.

Mate.

Yeah, he acknowledge to his wolf with a grin, the heat and the passion of the night still burning inside him. Mate.

He smiled as he poked the hot embers,
spreading it around before adding more logs. He watched for a moment to make sure it would take. The crackling of the wood didn’t mask her exit from the bathroom. She stopped before one of the windows, looking outside at the winter landscape glistening beneath the moon’s glow. It was still dark outside, the moon hanging low in the sky. Its light bleed through the small windows. He’d forgotten to pull the curtains back in place to shut out the cold. He went to do it now.

Her soft voice stopped him as he reached to block out the moonlight
and the cold. “Leave them open.”