Wolf Breeds - Jacob's Faith Part 12

Jacob paused, frowning. "I've always wanted you, Faith." He shook his head, confused by her anger. "There was no question of that."

"Oh really?" she bit out sarcastically. "Funny, Jacob, I've been questioning it for years. Maybe because I never saw proof of this desire you suddenly have for me."

Jacob felt like snarling in frustration. His c.o.c.k was swollen, demanding release, his blood pumping through his veins, his flesh demanding release, and it was more than obvious that she was just as aroused. Yet she stood here arguing with him, rather than choosing to satiate the need?

"Does it matter?" He raked his fingers through his hair in irritation. "We can make up for the time we have lost, Faith. If you would stop arguing with me long enough."

He wished he knew how to soothe her, how to ease the glimpse of pain that flashed in her eyes. He had a feeling his declaration only made the situation worse, though.

Chapter Eight.

Faith shook her head. "Sometimes, Jacob," she said bitterly, "men are so stupid." She literally stomped from the room, rushing up the stairs and out of sight.

"s.h.i.t!" he cursed, wondering if he was going to please her with any d.a.m.ned thing he had to say.

He paced the room long after she left, fighting the need to go to her, to force her to admit she wanted him. He started after her twice, then turned around, growling impatiently. How was he supposed to know how to handle this woman? When had she developed such stubbornness, such temper? It aroused the h.e.l.l out of him, and confused him to no end. It made the urge to dominate her, to mount her, nearly uncontrollable.

His c.o.c.k was throbbing impatiently beneath his jeans, reminding him forcibly that his mate was there. She was here now, man. Strike while the iron's hot. Show her who's boss. Give it to her now. d.a.m.n c.o.c.k.

He shook his head, almost laughing at his own thoughts. She was driving him insane. Just what he needed, a crazy woman whose insanity was contagious. He was doomed.

Breathing in roughly, he growled out a curse before deciding that his best course of action was to just go to bed. Go to sleep. Forget she was in the house. Yeah. Like that one was going to happen.

He started up the stairs, intent on just that. And he a.s.sured himself he would have done just that, if the soft, muted sounds and the light scent of heat and arousal hadn't hit him the minute he stepped close to her bedroom door.

Jacob stepped silently into the bedroom, spellbound by the sight that met his eyes.

She lay on her back, her head arched back on the pillow, b.r.e.a.s.t.s swollen and hard, her thighs opened, her slender fingers moving gracefully, desperately over the slick folds of her p.u.s.s.y. Her fingers slid through the narrow slit, softly, so slowly he was panting by the time they pushed into her v.a.g.i.n.a. His breath exhaled roughly when they retreated and returned to her c.l.i.t as she gasped out in needy l.u.s.t.

The inner lips glistened with thick dew. It was so slick, it clung to her fingers, glistened on her inner thighs, and the sweet scent of it sent his c.o.c.k into raging demand. He licked his lips, his eyes narrowing on her hand, his body tensing at her ragged, nearly silent cries. Clenching his teeth, cursing his c.o.c.k, he walked to her.

Eyes closed, her lower lip clamped between her teeth to halt her cries, Faith moved her fingers over her swollen c.l.i.t, her body shuddering from the delicious sensation, her legs tightening as she felt the tension gathering in her c.l.i.t and in her v.a.g.i.n.a. Heat flared through her womb, her stomach, her veins. Her blood seared through her body, pounding harsh and loud in her head as she stroked the tender knot, fighting for release.

The fingers of her other hand tweaked at the nipple of one breast. The exciting flare of pinching pleasure almost broke her control. She could feel the moan welling in her throat, the need to call out Jacob's name was nearly overwhelming.

Behind her closed eyes, she imagined him as she wanted him to be. His face hard, savage, drawn into lines of pleasure. She imagined his lips on the slick folds of her c.u.n.t, rather than her fingers. His tongue licking her, lapping at her. Her hips jerked in response, a lightning stroke of sensation traveling through her body as her v.a.g.i.n.a contracted.

Her breathing was hard, heavy, her need rising by the second and still she could find no release. She wanted to howl in pain. How was she to bear the pleasure/agony of such arousal? Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were swollen, her nipples fiery pinpoints of exquisite sensation. Her flesh was sensitive, her body sheened with sweat. Her c.u.n.t throbbed, pulsed, her slick juices coating it as her fingers moved faster on her aching c.l.i.t.

She moaned. She couldn't help it. Desperation wracked her body as it never had before. Arousal was like a ravenous beast lurking just under the surface, crying out to be free. Release, no matter how minor, was now imperative.

She arched to her own stroking fingers, Jacob's name finally gasping from her lips as tears built behind her closed eyes. She needed, needed him so desperately.

"Faith." She heard his voice as it had been that night in the Labs, deep and dark, resonating with power and arousal. A figment of her imagination. How many times had she heard it before? How many times had the sound of it sent her over the edge into a climax, not completely satisfying, but enough to make the needs bearable?

"Now," she whispered, her head tossing on the bed, her hips arching, her need pounding through her bloodstream with the force of a tidal wave.

Then her fingers were halted. Not by choice, but by the force of a large male hand enclosing it tenderly.

Faith's eyes flew open in horror, widening as she saw Jacob standing over her, compa.s.sion reflected in his eyes, the temptation of his c.o.c.k standing out hard and heavy from his body. It was so thick, engorged, the flared head wide and tempting. He would fill her. She moaned, biting her lip in agony, in embarra.s.sment as she jerked her hand from his clasp and scrambled to jump from the bed. She had to get away from him. She couldn't bear the pity in his eyes.

She screamed out silently at fate, at the cruel circ.u.mstances that left her at the mercy of her own body and the wracking desires that twisted her loins into an inferno of l.u.s.t.

"No, Faith." His voice was hard, thick, as his arm caught her around the waist, dragging her back along his body as he knelt on the bed.

Like a shaft of fiery steel, his c.o.c.k was cushioned against her back.

"Let me go." She felt strangled, gasping for air as his touch sent such incredible, heated pleasure through her body that she had to fight to breathe through it.

Her hands gripped his thick wrist at her side, pulling at it, trying to force it from her. She had to get away from him. To humiliate herself in front of him, twice in one lifetime, was too much to bear. Her nails dug into his wrist, she felt her tears dampening her cheeks and hated herself for it. She hated the weakness that flowed through her body, the desperate need to fall forward, offering herself to him, begging him to mount her, to take her with the pounding force her body was screaming out for.

"Let you go?" he whispered at her ear, the thread of amused arousal in his voice tearing at her heart. "I don't think so, baby. When did you start taking me for a fool?"

"I'm sorry," she gasped, her head falling back on his chest as his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers enclosing the turgid point of a nipple and pinching it lightly.

Weakness flowed through her. She arched into the miniscule pain, needing more, but determined to hold the plea inside. Furious shame and agonized l.u.s.t battled inside her for supremacy. She wanted to beg him to let her go, she wanted to demand that he f.u.c.k her into oblivion.

"Sorry for what?" he whispered at her ear as his mouth slid to the small mark he had left on her neck years before.

He licked at the proof of the wound he had made so long ago. Faith trembled. So good. Her flesh tingled, electrified as his tongue rasped over the rough area. Faith shook in his grip, hating the weakness of her own body, the strength of his steady control behind her.

"Jacob." Her voice was strangled as she felt perspiration slicken her skin further.

Heat raged through her body, stroking the volcano that seethed inside her p.u.s.s.y.

"You should see how pretty you look right now, Faith," he whispered at her neck. "Your head thrown back, your b.r.e.a.s.t.s so swollen and firm. Your c.u.n.t glistening with all that sweet juice."

How could he see? Her eyes blinked opened as she struggled to raise her head from his shoulder. She instantly met the dim reflection in the large standing mirror across from them. She saw the desperation in her own reflection and fought the cries that welled in her chest. She didn't want this. She didn't want Jacob once again, because he pitied her for the uncontrolled arousal she couldn't fight.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" His eyes met hers in the mirror, glowing, the light steel-blue color blazing with heat. "I'm going to eat all that sweet syrup from your body, Faith. I remember how good you taste, how hot that pretty c.u.n.t gets."

She trembled violently. She could only gasp for breath, she was beyond coherent speech.

In the mirror, with only the light of the full moon to brighten the bedroom, she watched as his hand moved at her waist, sliding down, over her abdomen, the broad, dark fingers moving unerringly to the glistening lips of her s.e.x.

When the touch came, Faith didn't think she could bear it. His fingers whispered over her c.l.i.t, nearly throwing her into climax. If she could speak, she would be screaming for the ease. She could only whimper in desperation, arching to his fingers.

She watched in the mirror, unable to stop herself, unable to believe it as she watched his fingers part the bare folds and slip through the small slit that ran to the entrance of her v.a.g.i.n.a.

Faith's breath strangled in her throat. She didn't want to watch, to see her own shameful ecstasy reflected on her face, but she was held helpless by the image, erotic and more sensual than anything she had ever known.

"See how much you enjoy my touch, Faith," he told her, his voice husky, his own breathing rougher than before. "How hard your nipples are, how soft and wet your p.u.s.s.y is. Feel, Faith. That's all you have to do."

It was all she could do. She strained in his arms, whimpering as his fingers rolled her nipple between them, pinching lightly. Then crying out as the other hand moved back, his fingers circling the swollen nub of her c.l.i.t with torturously slow strokes.

"Can your vibrator do this for you, Faith?" he asked her, his voice seductive as his fingers pressed against the side of her c.l.i.t, rubbing gently.

Her strangled moan was loud in the sultry silence of the room as her nails bit into the outside of his thighs where her hands gripped now. She bucked against him, feeling the flame of sensation that built there before washing over her body.