Jackson surges forward and catches under the thigh of my hurt leg, hoisting my knee up to the tile wall. His body molds against my back, the head of his cock prodding my entrance. “Are you okay, baby?” His lips brush my ear as he speaks.
If possible, my pussy turns even more molten. He’s in control. Protecting me. Like he’s done from the start.
“Yeah,” I pant.
“Reach down and guide me in.”
I obey, reaching between my splayed legs and directing his cock to the sweet spot of entry.
He eases forward, parting me, filling me, inch by delicious inch. The position is so lewd, his dominance so extreme, I feel like the star of a porn movie. Jackson makes an approving hum behind me and then thrusts upward. “Take all of me,” he growls.
I cry out. It’s the good kind of hurt-deep and delicious. His cock stretches me, hits the front of my passage on each ramming instroke.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“Not yet, baby.” Jackson must be talking between clenched teeth. He braces himself with one hand against the shower wall by my head and continues to plow into me.
Need coils tight within me. “Please.”
“Oh fates, baby. Are you begging? Keep fucking begging. That makes me so hard for you, kitten.”
Tears sting my eyes. I’m desperate for release. My one standing leg shakes so hard, it’s a wonder it holds me up. “Please, please, Jackson,” I plead.
An inhuman sound rips from his throat, and I freeze. He fucks me so deep and hard, I see stars. Another roar blasts against the shower walls, and Jackson plunges deep, lifting me off my feet, spearing me with his erupting cock. He catches me around the waist, still holding my lifted knee with his other hand.
I clench around him, release spiraling out of me in a divine series of squeezes and shudders, until I’m wrung out and limp with pleasure. All the time, I’m waiting for the bite, but it never comes.
I can’t decide if I’m disappointed or relieved.
“You take my cock so well, baby.” His lips are right at my ear again, his deep, rasping voice seductive. “Open your eyes and look at where you are.”
Are my eyes still closed? It seems they are. I allow them to flutter open. I’m still nose to tile with the shower wall, Jackson’s hard muscled body pressed against my back.
“This is a tight space, don’t you think?”
My heart hiccups. It is a very tight space. And the exit is blocked. And I’m not the least bit afraid.
I let out a puff of laughter. “It is.”
He nips my ear. “You survived it.” He eases out of me and gently turns me around. His eyes are still blue, and his teeth do look sharper than usual, but he is clearly Jackson the man, not the wolf.
“I’m not afraid when I’m with you.” It’s true. Not a twinge of claustrophobia.
He shakes his head. “You don’t ever need to be afraid again. You’ve conquered it.”
I’m not sure I share his confidence in me. This situation is special. Next time, I probably won’t have a goddess-worthy male fucking the daylights out of me to make me forget to be scared. But I love that he remembers. That he cares.
I smile up at him. “Maybe we should practice a little more to be sure.”
Agony flits over his expression. “I’m not sure I’ll survive it. I need to get out of here and run. Otherwise, I’m going to end up tying you to the bed and fucking you for the next eight hours. And that’s if you’re lucky and I don’t lose control.”
And bite me. Mark me as his.
Fresh heat spikes in my core. I’ve never felt so desirable in my life. Yeah, I know I have a hot body and have even used it on occasion to my advantage. But this animal side of Jackson, this crazed, I can’t-stand-being-near-you-without-fucking makes me feel like Helen of Troy. Or the most irresistible siren.
He tugs off the condom and steps out of the shower to dispose of it. When I come out, he opens a towel for me. Doesn’t just hand it to me but waits for me to step into it then wraps it around me. There’s a familiarity to the gesture-like we’re a long-time couple, easy with the little sweetnesses. Suddenly I want that so badly-want to stay and have Jackson King be my normal. My pack.
But he’s already said it can’t happen. He has to mate another shifter. Not me.
The pain of it nearly blinds me. I turn away so he won’t see it on my face. I need to rescue Mémé and leave town. Guilt for even thinking about a man when she’s missing squeezes my stomach.
Yes, finding Mémé and leaving town is the only ending to this story that makes sense. I just pray she’s still alive. She’s the only home I have.
~.~
Jackson
I don’t know how I survived fucking Kylie without marking her. My teeth were down, serum coating my fangs, but I somehow kept the wolf in check. Because I had to. To protect my female.
Yeah, I just flipped the bird to moon sickness. Taking the female my wolf wants desperately to mate without biting her ought to win me a medal of achievement. But my entire body itches to shift now. And I don’t know what will happen after I’ve given the wolf free rein.
I wrap a towel around my waist and stalk to the back door where I jam the barricade in the giant doggy-door. The last thing I want is to come in after running under the full moon and attack Kylie.