His eyes are a clear green-the yellow completely gone and his gaze is sharp and alert, traveling over my face, watching me.
My head swims. It’s not an unpleasant sensation-more like I had too much too drink. “I feel a little funny,” I confess.
He strokes my cheek with the backs of his fingers. “There’s a coating on my teeth-the serum I embed in your skin-it drugs you a bit. It should wear off soon.” His brow furrows.
“It’s okay. I like it. But it makes me horny. Is it safe to have sex again?”
Jared
My girl needs my tongue between her legs all night long. By morning, the wounds are closed enough that I let her ride my dick with her on top, my hands on her hips to help.
She can’t get enough.
Even after her third orgasm since waking up, she has the glazed eyes of a nympho. I would call Trey to ask if this is normal when a human gets claimed, but I figure this is a problem I can handle on my own.
You know, it’s a tough job, but one I’m willing to take on. It is my duty and all. Hell, yeah.
She ends up divulging that she keeps a couple vibrators, so I tie her to the bed and stuff both holes full.
“Do not orgasm until I give you permission, little girl.”
Her frantic gaze follows me, but she nods. “I’m going to keep you like this. Let it build. Maybe if we wait, and your orgasm is strong enough, it will satisfy you for more than a minute.”
She whines and tugs at her bonds.
I tug both her nipples, pinch and roll them, watching her expression. It’s only pleasure. Only desire.
“Please, Jared. I’m ready now. Let me ride you again.”
I give a firm shake of my head. “You can beg me, baby. I love it when you beg. But I’m not going to relent. You need this tension to build.”
I lean over and suck her breasts, stroking every inch of her body until she thrashes and cries. “Please, please, please, please, Jared. I need you. I need you so much. I need you now. You have to let me. I need to come. Please, Jared.”
My cock is harder than stone, but I have to pick another position where she’s on top. I untie her and remove the vibrators, then let her straddle my waist, sitting up on the edge of the bed. She lowers herself onto my sheathed cock with a hoarse groan.
Beautiful girl.
There’s no warm-up. She pumps her hips like her life depends on it.
“That’s it, angel. Take what you need to take-”
“May I?” she croaks.
“Almost.” I put a hand at her lower back and help her take me deeper on each in-stroke. My own orgasm is right at the surface, too, my thighs flexing, balls tight.
“Jared,” she pants. I think she’s going to beg again, but she says, “I love you. You’re mine forever, too. Mine, mine, mine.”
I roar and come, almost forgetting to give her permission. “Come, angel!” I shout and she does, in a silent but cataclysmic release, her entire body shuddering with the explosion.
Afterward, she falls into my arms, limp and trembling. And then she’s asleep. My girl finally got enough and can rest. I settle her into her bed and curve my body protectively around her.
“Sleep, angel,” I murmur, kissing her hair.
Jared
I squeeze Angelina’s hand as we walk up the drive to her parents’ house for their cocktail party. Angelina didn’t want to go at all. I think she wanted to punish her parents for not accepting me, but I insisted she go.
She insisted on bringing me. I guess it’s her fuck you to her parents. But I put on a button down shirt and a pair of khakis and did my best to look respectable. Angelina’s my girl. I’m going to have to figure out how to get along with her parents. Because I’m not going to have my girl go through her life with discomfort and tension over her choice of partners.
She pushes the door open without knocking and we go in. The place is huge and nicely appointed. Very foothills. Pretty sure I can smell a pool out back. Angelina tugs me toward the kitchen where there’s a bartender standing behind the breakfast counter, ready to serve.
“Beer?” I ask doubtfully, not sure what to expect. Maybe they only drink champagne at these soirees.
The bartender rattles off some choices and I pick an India pale ale.
“Angelina!” Her mom spots us. Angelina told her parents she was bringing me, so I don’t see signs of shock, but her mom’s face is tight.
I step forward and hold out my hand. “Jared Johnson.”
Her mom looks flustered for a moment, then shakes my palm, blushing. “Delia. Nice to meet you.” She turns to Angelina and says in a low voice, “I think he just arrived.”
Angelina presses her lips together and steps into my side. I loop an arm around her protectively.
I don’t know who he is, or why it should make Angelina tense, but I’m sure as hell going to find out.
The front door opens and Delia bolts for it. Her husband also jogs in that direction. A broad-shouldered man ushers a beautiful brunette in and I have to turn away to keep from laughing.
It seems the guest of honor is Jackson King.
Richest wolf in the country. Good friend of the pack.
Angelina looks up at me quizzically and I lead her to the foyer. Her father has arrived and pumps Jackson’s hand. It seems like he’s purposely positioned himself to block me. I suppose he thinks I’m going to embarrass him. Maybe start a brawl. I can’t really blame the guy.
Jackson’s mate Kylie peeks around the side of Delia. “Jared!”
I grin and fold her in my arms, laughing my ass off as Angelina’s parents stop their ass-kissing and stare.
Jackson comes in next for a man hug, complete with back thump.
“Jackson and Kylie, this is my girl, Angelina Baker. Angel, remember the cabin I took you to on Mt. Lemmon? Jackson was the friend who was kind enough to let us use it.”