Wolf Breeds - Jacob's Faith Part 15

He caught her just inside the perimeter of the jungle. His arms went around her waist, dragging her back against his hard body, his legs braced apart enough that there was no power to the desperate kicks she aimed at them. His hands caught hers, twisting them to her sides as he held her securely against his chest, maintaining her struggles.

"I ought to f.u.c.k you here and now," he bit out at her ear. "I should take you to your knees and rip those pants off you and take you now, and I would, Faith. I swear to you I would if I weren't terrified that while I was locked inside you we could get our a.s.ses killed."

They were both breathing hard now. She could feel his heartbeat thudding at her back, just as she felt hers thumping desperately in her chest. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rose and fell with her short panting breaths, but it wasn't from the exertion. She could feel the l.u.s.t zinging through her body, turning her c.u.n.t to liquid fire.

She could feel his erection against her a.s.s, pressing against her, hot and throbbing even through the layers of their clothing.

"Another quick little f.u.c.k where you can walk away in disgust," she cried out, struggling against his grip, against the heat his touch evoked. "No thanks, Jacob, two in one lifetime is enough."

Then she screamed out in fury as he quickly turned her around, hauling her into his arms, tossing her over his shoulder as he held her legs firmly to his chest. She opened her mouth to bite the bunching muscles of his back when a hard, resounding whack to her rear had her screaming out in fury.

"Bite me and I'll whip your bare a.s.s good when I get you back to the house," he warned her. "Now settle the h.e.l.l down."

He covered the distance across the parking lot quickly, his long legs moving purposely, his tight a.s.s bunching attractively beneath her dangling head. d.a.m.n him to h.e.l.l, nothing on his body should be attractive to her right now.

"Get in." He set her down in front of the pa.s.senger door as he jerked it open. "And if you get out, I promise you, Faith, you'll regret it."

A firm push at her shoulder had her jumping furiously into the seat, as anger raged through her. Her body shook with it, with the need to pounce, to hurt. He slammed the door on her and moved quickly to the other side as he dug the keys out of his pants pocket.

He jerked his door open and jumped in. A second later the motor roared to life and the jeep peeled out of the parking light as dawn began its gentle appearance.

Chapter Ten.

The black jacket, pants and shirt were lying in a dirty heap on the floor when Jacob walked into her bedroom later that morning. He could hear bath water running in the next room and the sound of Faith muttering furiously.

d.a.m.n, he had never seen her that mad before. With her cheeks flushed, her eyes almost glowing with rage, and her lips pulled back in a snarl, displaying her pert little canines, his body had hardened with such immediacy it had shocked him. He had wanted to throw her down on the dirt parking lot and f.u.c.k her into submission without delay. And the angrier she got, the hotter she got. The scent of her arousal had wrapped around him as sultry and hot as the jungle itself.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h, dragging me around, ordering me around, f.u.c.king me and walking out on me-" Water splashed furiously in accompaniment to her angry voice.

He picked up the clothes from the floor silently, and laid the short summer dress he had borrowed from Caleb's sister on the bed. Faith appeared to be about the same size, so he was certain it would fit.

Caleb Sanchez owned the house, but rarely used it. His sister, Catherine, used it mostly during the milder months and kept clothes on hand at all times. He had picked several outfits, as well as matching underclothes that still had the tags hanging from them. He doubted Catherine would even miss them.

"Stubborn b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" He grinned at her strangled rage.

She wasn't settling down at all. d.a.m.n if Wolfe wasn't right. She was more hormones and need right now than she was common sense. And he hadn't helped matters.

He pushed his fingers through his hair in irritation. He had been in shock. There was no other way to describe it, no excuse for it. The mindless, searing pleasure that washed over him when his c.o.c.k swelled further, his o.r.g.a.s.m exploding through his body as he locked inside her, had been more than he could handle. It had frankly terrified him. He had never experienced anything like it.

On top of that, he had lost his control with Faith. He wasn't certain how it had happened. Watching her in that d.a.m.ned mirror, her face a mask of desperation and need, feeling her c.u.n.t so hot and slick, smelling her arousal like a potent drug wrapping around him, he had lost it.

He tossed the clothes down the recessed laundry chute inside the walk-in closet with a reminder to himself to throw the d.a.m.ned things away. They were torn and dirty, and carried traces of Hawke's scent. He wanted no other scent of any man attached to Faith. When he was finished, her body would be so infused with his scent, his need, his possession of her that no other man would dare try to touch her.

He left the bedroom as he heard her leave the bathtub. He wasn't prepared for another confrontation with her. His instincts were already pushing him to force her submission to him, to see her kneeling before him, no longer fighting him. His c.o.c.k clenched at the thought. He remembered the night in the Lab, the way her a.n.a.l entrance opened for him, allowing him to sink inside her, possess her in the most primitive manner.

Until the night before, Jacob had not realized how close they actually were to the animal side of their DNA. The s.e.xual training in the Labs, the women, the drugs, none of them had produced such a reaction in him. He would have to be certain to thank Wolfe for mentioning this little phenomenon.

"What in the h.e.l.l did you do with my clothes?" Jacob turned from the stove at that question and lost any thought he could have had to answer her.

The soft white silk dress clung to her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s, emphasized her narrow waist and flared hips, as it lovingly fell just below her thighs. It was a stretchy, clinging silk that held her b.r.e.a.s.t.s seductively in fragile cups, leaving the upper curves temptingly bare and making the delicate tone of her satin skin glow. But what surprised him the most were the high heels she had managed to find to go with it.

A matching pair of white, three inch heels that she moved naturally, gracefully in. This wasn't his little Faith. This was a temptress, a seductress.

"I didn't give you shoes," he felt the need to point out. And he sure as h.e.l.l wouldn't have picked shoes that would turn her legs into a work of art that he only wanted to spread and slip between. And since when had that dress been the one he laid out for her? He was certain it wasn't. "Where did you find them?"

"Same place I got the dress," she snapped. "I'm not a child, Jacob, and I refuse to wear something that makes me look like a d.a.m.ned teeny bopper. Now answer me, where are my jeans? I don't know who lives here, but the silly twit doesn't own a single pair."

Jacob wanted to shake his head and try to clear the fog of l.u.s.t rising within it. Those b.r.e.a.s.t.s were killing him. And he prayed to G.o.d she didn't decide to turn around. He had a feeling that dress was hugging her sweet a.s.s just as lovingly.

"The dress I laid out was fine," he grunted, turning back to the soup to still the haze of aroused confusion growing in his mind.

"It was at least twenty years old and so out of date it reeks," she snarled. "If you're going to borrow clothes for me, borrow something decent, at least."

"You don't wear clothes like that," he bit out. "You wear jeans." d.a.m.n, the thought of other men seeing her dressed like that had a red haze of fury clawing at his vision.

"Yeah. Sure, Jacob, whatever you want to believe," she snorted behind him. "So where are my jeans?"

"In the trash," he growled, stirring the soup. "They were nasty, torn and the stench of them offended me."

When she didn't say anything, he turned back to her. Sweet heaven, he was going to end up f.u.c.king her on the kitchen table. A frown had her dark brows lowered over angry eyes, her arms were folded beneath her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pressing them up in a temptation he was hard pressed to ignore. And those legs. He wanted them wrapped around his waist, holding him tight while he f.u.c.ked her into a screaming o.r.g.a.s.m.

"You are starting to irritate me." Her voice was calm, even, despite the fire in her eyes, and the obvious arousal in her body. And he was aroused, he knew.

"Sit down and eat. You're worn out, and hungry, that's why you're so irritated. You can rest after lunch."

He spooned the soup into bowls, and set it with two thick ham sandwiches on the table in the middle of the room.

"I'm irritated because you are being a typical, bossy, irrational male Breed," she snarled, though she took her seat anyway.

"You're irritated because you're hungry, h.o.r.n.y and sleepy, and I will address each issue in that order." He took his own seat, exasperation filling him.

She stared at him, her eyes narrowed, her expression so filled with stubbornness it immediately made him want to force her to admit to each point.

"You have a point." She surprised him. "Looks to me as though you may as well get used to it as long as you're forcing me to stay here. I have no problem with eating your food, or sleeping in this house, but I'll twist your d.i.c.k off if you try to touch me."

Jacob had to forcibly restrain his chuckle and his immediate impulse to show her otherwise. She didn't wait for his answer, but lifted the sandwich and bit into it hungrily. Jacob applied himself to his own food, but watched her carefully to be certain she finished. One of Wolfe's main concerns was the weight she had been losing over the past months. And she had lost a considerable amount. She wasn't skin and bones, but she appeared too delicate, too fragile for the savage needs pulsing through him.

Thankfully, she finished the meal. After taking the last bite, she took her saucer, bowl and empty milk gla.s.s to the sink and started searching the cabinets.

He watched her for several moments, curious as to her intentions.

"What are you looking for?" He leaned back in his chair, unable to take his eyes from the rounded curves of her tempting a.s.s. The bunch and flex of the rounded flesh had him clenching his hands into fists to keep from touching them.

"Coffee," she muttered. "Where the h.e.l.l do you keep it, anyway?"

"There isn't any." He shrugged. Of course, Caleb kept a supply on hand, but it was in the supply closet rather than the cabinets.