It brings back that sense of home. Belonging.
His cock swells inside me. Lordy. Is he really ready for round two already?
He groans. “You’d better get off me, kitten, or I’ll be throwing you on your back and fucking you into oblivion. And you’re probably already sore.”
I am. I ease off him, checking out his cock to see it’s still just as big. “Jackson?”
He reaches down to grip it and surges up, meeting my eyes. “The condom came off!”
I flush, like I’ve done something wrong. I’m not stupid. I’ve read Cosmo. I know it happens. I also know I’m now at risk of pregnancy.
Jackson takes charge, pressing my hips to the bed and delving his fingers inside. Holy embarrassing moment, batman. He retrieves the condom. “Shit. I’m sorry, baby.”
“It was probably my fault,” I mumble, attempting to roll away.
He catches my hip and rolls me back to face him. “Hey. I’m in this with you. Whatever happens. I wouldn’t be sorry if you had my pup.”
My heart pounds, but I snort. “Pup?”
“Kitten,” he amends quickly. “I’d love for you to give me a little kitten-girl.” He gives me a devastating smile.
I roll my eyes. At least he didn’t say, “I’ll pay for your abortion” or freak out. But yeah, this is all too much to absorb. I just had sex for the first time. Twice, because the first time was an aborted mission. Then a rubber gets lost in my hooch. And now I could be knocked up by none other than the guy I’ve been lusting after since I was a teen. Oh, and I may be on the run from the FBI.
If I could just grab a breather and more than a couple of hours of sleep, I’d probably be able to deal.
Kylie
I’ve never slept with a man in my life before now. I had no idea how incredibly wonderful it would be. The rightness of being nestled against a man’s body-not just any man’s, but Jackson King’s body-with his heavy arm draped over my waist. How safe and comfortable I’d feel.
I don’t want this impossible, short-lived romance to end. But reality calls. I’m wanted by the FBI for robbing my new lover’s company. So, yeah, hiding out at his house isn’t going to work for long.
The first rays of light illuminate the windows. Jackson’s cock twitches against my backside, sending a fresh kick of lust shooting through me.
I wonder if he’s into morning sex because I totally am. Yeah, I was a virgin until yesterday, but morning is my masturbation time.
I push my ass against his manhood, and his cock responds by lengthening, sliding between my thighs. Jackson’s large hand coasts up my side and palms my breast. He pumps his hips, fucking the gap between my legs and running his hard length along my slit.
“Mmm, kitten. Is this pussy wet for me again?” He rolls my nipple between his two fingers.
It would seem so.
He pinches my nipple, and I writhe in surprise at the pain.
I reach between my legs to pull his cock tight against my core. A slow undulation of my hips grinds my clit over it.
He groans and bites my ear. “You want me inside you, baby? You need me to fuck you awake this morning?”
“Yeah,” I rasp. I adjust my hips and angle his cock at my entrance.
“Fuck, baby, I don’t have a-.” He slides into me. I shudder with pleasure, my muscles clenching around his cock.
A condom. Oh yeah.
“Oops,” I say.
Jackson’s breath rate increases, and he holds my hip, thrusting deep into my channel. I know I should stop him, tell him to get the condom, but it feels. So. Good.
“Pull out before you come,” I tell him.
He makes a pained sound. “I’ll stop now,” he says, but continues plowing into me with cruel, delicious force. His grip on my hip is bruise-worthy; his loins slap against my ass.
“Jackson-” I gasp.
He shoves me onto my belly and mounts me from behind, capturing my wrists above my head.
Thankfully, the claustrophobia doesn’t kick in. Maybe because the view in front of me isn’t blocked. I lift my ass to him, loving the new angle, wanting more, wanting everything. Every position, every variation, every rhythm.
An eerie, animalistic growl erupts from Jackson, and I twist to look over my shoulder.
And scream.
I scream at the top of my lungs, and I don’t stop screaming.
Because Jackson is a fucking vampire. Fangs have punched out, and his eyes are ice-blue. Ice-blue. Not green at all. And the sound he’s making isn’t human. He’s going to bite me and turn me into a vampire. I feel like I’ve tumbled straight into a horror movie.
Like the claustrophobia, my terror is a living thing. No thought, just pure adrenaline-fueled fear.
Thankfully, my scream surprises him, and he pulls back enough for me to scramble out from under him. I grab my clothes from the floor and run downstairs stark naked. Barefoot.
I fly out the back door, pulling my shirt over my head as I run. I thought it would exit into the garage, but I must’ve been confused-I’m out in the desert that leads straight to the foothills. I hear Jackson calling behind me, so I bolt straight up the foothills toward the mountain.
“Kylie!” Jackson shouts. He’s outside, and he sounds furious.
I realize now, they’d been trying to warn me off. He and Sam both said he couldn’t be with me. Why hadn’t I listened? I stop long enough to yank my jean skirt on and keep running. I’m not going to make it far without shoes. It’s all rock and cactus, and my feet are already bruised. I turn to look over my shoulder, but I don’t see Jackson following.
Thank God. Maybe he went back in to get dressed. Then an enormous shape bounds up the hill. A silver wolf. And it’s coming straight for me.
Oh Jesus. Jackson’s not a vampire. He’s a wolf.