Wolf Breeds - Jacob's Faith Part 25

"According to you, you haven't had any for six years, until the other night," she challenged him. "It's a proven fact that when men, even Breeds, do without for long periods, they have no control. And I think I read a man is good for only twice a night, and then only a few times a week. Those aren't good averages." She shrugged. "Perhaps ordering the vibrators in case you get tired would be a good idea."

Oh, how innocent she looked as she baited him. As though she had no idea what such a challenge would do. As a Liaison, as a female breed, Jacob knew she well understood what she was doing. Or at least, she should. Could her innocence, her needs, be allowing her to overlook this fact?

He narrowed his eyes on her, trying to see past the sweet delicacy her expression revealed for any hidden motives she might have. When he saw nothing but her utter belief in her own words, he felt irritation flare inside him once again. He would definitely show her that he was more than capable of keeping up with any desires she might have.

"Finish the cup of coffee now." He glared at her.

Faith froze. He liked that little glimmer of apprehension he suddenly saw in her eyes, the way every muscle in her body tensed, and the sweet fragrance of her arousal deepened.

"Excuse me?" She quirked a brow. It was a charming move, but his c.o.c.k wasn't in the mood to be charmed, and neither was he.

The p.r.i.c.kling along his flesh was only growing worse. The sensitivity of his skin, the need to touch her, taste her, was driving him crazy. He had spent the night tossing and turning in his bed, denying himself, staying away from her, intent on protecting her. She needed love and happily-ever-afters, and in his world, they just didn't exist. He wanted to be honorable; he wanted to protect her from the world he inhabited and in part, from himself. But he would be d.a.m.ned if he would deny himself any longer. She had come to him, that sweet a.s.s flexing in front of him, her voice soft and husky, her need scenting the air around him.

And now, she had the utter temerity to challenge his manhood. Sweetness and innocence be d.a.m.ned. He would show her what it meant to be his mate, and if she didn't like it, then the blame could rest on her, and no longer mire his soul in guilt.

"Finish the coffee, Faith," he growled again. "I believe it's time to show you who can keep up and who can't."

He watched the pulse accelerate in her neck, the way her b.r.e.a.s.t.s quickened with her sharp breaths. She was intrigued, and just a little bit frightened. She was reconsidering her challenge, he guessed. He hid a short smile of triumph. It was too late for her to reconsider anything.

She sipped at her coffee again, and he could practically feel her searching desperately for control of the situation. She had much to learn about male breeds, and her own mate in particular. He would allow her very little control now.

"I have work to do. s.e.x is a nighttime sport, I believe." She finally recovered, shrugging elegantly, a smooth lift of her shoulders, an expression of unconcern. It was spoiled by the flush on her cheeks, the glitter of arousal in her black eyes.

"s.e.x has just become your vocation, mate," he promised as he stalked to her, lifting the coffee easily from her hand and smacking the cup to the counter.

She was opening her mouth to insult him again. He knew she was, and he had no desire to hear more of her opinions on male stamina. He covered her lips with his, his tongue spearing into her mouth as she gasped in surprise. He gave her no time to protest. He was learning that in giving her so much as a second to speak was his downfall every time. He would do best to keep her mouth filled, if not with his tongue, then his c.o.c.k.

He was rewarded for his initiative when her lips closed on his tongue, drawing at the sensitive flesh, easing the ache of the swollen glands and filling both their mouths with the heady taste of spice and a rainstorm as they released their potent hormone.

His hand moved to her waist, then to the taut curves of her backside as he pulled her closer, lifting her hips until he could grind the heat of her mound against his erection. She was like fire in his arms now, her breathy moans caressing his lips as her tongue tangled with his, then followed it back to his mouth. It flickered over his lips, his teeth, tangled with his until he put a stop to her antics by allowing his lips to clamp onto it, drawing on it as she had done his.

Her body tightened, arching closer to him as she whimpered into the caress. Her hands weren't still either. They caressed his shoulders, tangled in his hair, her nails biting into his scalp as she fought to get closer. Jacob's hands tightened on her a.s.s, lifting her closer.

He groaned in surprise as her legs lifted, her smooth thighs clamping at his hips as she moved against him, notching him higher, tighter against her hot p.u.s.s.y. And it was hot. It seared him through his jeans, the moist fire so tempting he had to grit his teeth to keep from releasing his c.o.c.k and pounding it into her furiously.

The little minx. She had to know what she had done to him. She had to know how he craved her taste, her touch, like a man possessed.

"Oh yeah," he whispered against her lips, nipping at them as she began to ride the ridge of his erection.

His hands held her steady, holding her tighter, closer as she ground herself on him.

"That's good, Faith. So d.a.m.ned good," he groaned, unable to hold back his own sounds of pleasure as he felt the dampness of her panties through the material of his jeans.

"I can get better." Her lips went to his neck, caressed their way to his shoulder, then her canines raked the mark she left on him, making him jerk with the pleasure of it.

"Save me some sanity," he groaned, his lips returning the favor as he sipped at the fragrant skin of her neck.

Jacob could feel the need spearing through his body like tiny pinpoints of lightning. His muscles tightened with it, making control a tenuous concept as she moved against him, moaning out her pleasure, her moisture dampening the jeans over his erection. One hand moved from the curves of her b.u.t.t, smoothing down her thigh.

Faith stilled, her breathing harsh, heavy in the steamy atmosphere of l.u.s.t that rose between them. Jacob allowed his hand to caress her outer thigh, then around to the satin softness of her bare b.u.t.tock, and down, down to where soft liquid silk awaited the touch of his fingers.

She cried out as his fingers pushed under the material of her thong, inserting itself at the humid entrance of her v.a.g.i.n.a. She bore down against it, trembling, heated cries breaking from her throat as he teased her with the possibility of his finger thrusting inside her.

"Jacob," she cried out his name beseechingly.

"Not yet, baby," he growled, his finger circling the tender entrance.

"Jacob," she whimpered tremulously. "Please, Jacob. It hurts. It hurts so bad."

He could feel the pulse of her inner muscles, the soft slide of moisture as it raced over his fingertips. She was so hot she seared him. And in pain. He clenched his teeth, fighting for control. He was so close to ravaging her, to taking when he should be easing. He knew she was in pain, literally. Her needs would rise so high, when unfulfilled, that the pain could be agonizing. The report Wolfe had sent had been very in-depth in that area.

And Jacob admitted that it wasn't much better for him. He could feel every muscle in his body tightening, nearly cramping with the demand for release.

He held her close to him as he turned her, stepping over to the table and easing her onto it. She gasped as the cool wood met her hot skin. Jacob's fingers went to the b.u.t.tons of her dress and he swallowed a moan as hers went to the b.u.t.tons of his jeans.

He tore the material in his haste to get her out of it, but finally he was tossing it to the floor, his mouth watering at the sight of her firm, up-thrust b.r.e.a.s.t.s and their dark pink nipples.

Faith's hands were pushing his jeans over his hips, releasing the swollen length of his c.o.c.k as Jacob tore her panties from her. He wanted the foreplay. He wanted to taste her, to lick every drop of cream from between her thighs. He wanted to suckle at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, nibble at her nipples.

"Easy, baby," he groaned as her fingers tried to encircle the width of his c.o.c.k. "Slow down, Faith. Let me make it good for you, baby."

He wanted her to know how he cherished her body, her desire for him. He wanted to stroke her skin, just because it was so warm and so d.a.m.ned soft it made him think of fairy tales. He wanted to kiss her, stroke her. He wanted her p.u.s.s.y so d.a.m.ned wet he could drown in it.

"Hmm, maybe I'm the one who needs to make it good for you," she panted, her hand stroking his torturously hard shaft. "I'm not the one having problems in this relationship."

His hands were at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He could barely make sense of her words, he was so greedy to touch the full, swollen curves that beckoned him. He felt her gasp of pleasure as his hands filled with the warm flesh. He had to still the trembling of his body and his eagerness for her. He felt starved, deprived, at the edge of a banquet, terrified it would be s.n.a.t.c.hed from him before he could sate his hunger.

"No fears," he growled, his head lowering to the tempting peaks of her darkened nipples. "Your pleasure is all I need, Faith..." He groaned, his hands tightening on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he licked at the hard pebble of her nipple.

He heard her whimper of need, felt her body heating and couldn't control the flex of his hips that drove his c.o.c.k against her fingers. Her back arched, pushing the hard tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to his lips and Jacob was in no frame of mind to deny her. He covered one hard tip with a hungry sigh of pleasure and proceeded to take his fill of her.

Chapter Eighteen.

Faith fought to hold onto her control long enough to tempt Jacob, to tease him with her pa.s.sion and his own needs. Holding onto any control with his lips at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his teeth nibbling at her nipples, was next to impossible though. She arched against him, his erection a heavy weight in her hand as she stroked him, drawing him closer to the slick portal of her p.u.s.s.y. She needed him there now. Not later. She didn't want the foreplay, not now, not yet. Maybe later when the sharp bursts of painful need weren't ripping her womb apart.

Right now, looking down at Jacob, watching his face slacken in lines of sensual pleasure, his mouth suckling at her breast as his teeth and tongue rasped it, she felt as though an inferno were building in her.

Lightning flared in her breast, traveled through her stomach and struck her v.a.g.i.n.a like a pending explosion. The muscles there spasmed, clenching in heated need. One hand speared into his hair to hold him to her as she arched closer, her thighs gripping his hips as the plum shaped head of his c.o.c.k nudged at her slick entrance. She was so wet, so hot for him, she was desperate. She couldn't contain her cries, her need for the hard, stretching thrusts that would burn her, stroke her into a fiery o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Jacob, please," she groaned as he nudged the entrance, then retreated.

He was so hot. So thick. Her thighs tightened on him as she pressed closer, desperate for his possession.

"Not yet," he growled against her breast, his lips stroking over her sensitive nipple as his hands caressed the swollen globes. "Not yet, Faith, I need to taste you, touch you."

His hands stroked to her hips, gripping them, holding them still as he moved back from her.