Jared
Fuck fuck and double fuck.
I drop my hand and reach for her. I can’t stand the way her face has paled, the way she shrinks from me like I’m some kind of freak.
I grab her by the waist and pick her up, plopping her down on the bathroom counter. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to be afraid. Not of me.”
She swallows. “You didn’t answer my question,” she whispers.
Dammit.
How am I going to get out of this one?
It’s against shifter code to reveal ourselves to humans. I remember when Garrett, my boss and alpha, fell for the hot little lawyer who lived next door. Until he mated her and sealed her fate with ours, Trey and I were worried as fuck.
The oldest code says humans who know have to be put down. Eliminated.
I haven’t heard of that happening in my lifetime, but I’m sure it still happens in some backwards packs.
A more common solution is to hire a memory wipe from a leech. But I would never do that to Angelina. She doesn’t deserve having her brain tampered with by a fucking vampire.
I need to figure out something to say that won’t reveal me or the pack.
“I’m… uh… special,” I say.
Yeah. That’s brilliant, J.
She stares up at me with those big blue eyes.
I lean my hands on the counter, caging her between my arms. “Not dangerous.”
“Not dangerous,” she repeats, her full lips looking so damn kissable, it’s all I can do not to claim that pouty mouth.
“Right.”
“Special how?”
“Uh…” I remember that I picked up my motorcycle in front of her-something I wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t just flipped over a car and landed on my head. “I’m just really strong. And I heal fast. Kinda like a superhero.”
A superhero.
Wow. That’s a great line. I don’t know why I don’t use that more often with the women.
She reaches her fingertips out and tentatively brushes my chest with them. A jolt of pleasure runs through me at the contact. “So you’re… totally fine? Not hurt at all?”
Jesus, fuck, is that all she’s worried about? Thank the fates.
“Totally fine, baby. Now, are you going to let me kiss you?”
Dammit, I didn’t mean to come in and seduce her. It totally wasn’t my plan. But I can’t fucking resist my hot little dancer.
When her full lips part and her eyes drop to mine, I don’t stop myself. I catch the back of her head to hold her captive for my kiss. My lips drag across hers, suck, nip. When her tongue darts between my lips, I lose all control. I palm her scantily covered ass, yanking her core right up against my straining cock as I go to town on her sexy mouth.
She opens to me, yields so willingly. Her legs wrap around my waist and tighten and goddamn her inner thighs are strong! That’s the dance training, of course.
I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. I want to fuck her brains out. To reward her for not freaking out about my unnatural healing abilities. Hell, to reward her for being her.
Because she is something magical and unique.
I drop her on the bed and go for the button on her shorts. The scent of her arousal fills the room. I rub the crotch seam over her slit with one knuckle as I work the button open.
She moans and wriggles, which makes it easy to strip her bottoms off. I leave the go-go boots on, because-yeah-they’re hot.
Hands hooked under her knees, I spread her wide. For a moment I just stare, which makes my girl squirm.
A blush spreads up her neck and across her cheeks. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Looking at the most perfect pussy on the face of the Earth.” And it is. Dewy and plump, her pink heart open, begging to be licked. And yeah, the carpet matches the drapes, not that there was any question if she was a natural redhead.
“Jared.” She tries to wriggle free of my grasp, but I hold her down and lower my head, laying a soft kiss right over her clit. The last moment of tenderness she’s going to get before I bring it with everything I’ve got.
She shivers, her flat belly fluttering.
I part her lips with my tongue and trace along the insides, swirl my tongue around her clit.
She makes cute girl-sex sounds-adorable little ung-ahs that make my already throbbing dick harder than stone.
She’s already had my fingers tonight, so I keep working her with my tongue. I’m going to work until she’s screaming my name and tearing out my hair. She needs this release after the fright she had.
I suck and nip and lick until the pitch of her voice takes on a desperate keen, then I affix my lips to her clit and suck hard. I release it and flick it with my tongue. Then repeat. Because I’m a dirty guy and an ass man, I can’t stop from pushing my thumb between her asscheeks, seeking her little back pucker.
The moment I hit it, she shrieks, squeezing her buns together and shoving her dripping pussy against my mouth. I keep torturing her with my tongue as I make slow circles with my thumb, massaging her anus.
She thrashes beneath me, babbling incoherently.
I apply a little more pressure with my thumb and she goes off, screaming, thrusting against my mouth, her hands pushing my face against her core as her muscles do their squeezy thing that signals her orgasm.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I say when she finishes. “I love the way you come.”
She gives a shaky laugh that rings with disbelief.
“I do.” I reach up and pinch her nipple through her thin t-shirt and bra. “Dancers must do it better.”
She smiles and pushes her hair out of her face. “I’m sure we do.”