Jared (River Pack Wolves 3) - New Adult Paranormal Romance (12 page)

“Most wolves have to learn how to control themselves early on, when they’re teenagers,” he said. “But you haven’t had anyone to help you. Plus you’ve probably been trying to hold your wolf back most of the time.” He ran his finger along the edge of her hair to the knot in back. “Don’t worry. There’s nothing you can do that will hurt me. Or surprise me.”

“What if my claws come out?” Her breathing sped up a little as he started pulling pins from her hair, working the long spill of it loose.

His smile grew, both at the idea of having that gorgeous hair fisted in his hand as he made love to her and at the idea that she might be able to hurt him with her white-wolf kitten claws. He tipped her chin up to nibble at her neck. The delicious sound of her gasping breath came again. His heart hammered. He was going to do this—make love to her, help her embrace her wolf—even if it cracked him wide open and everything that he was tumbled out.

“Shifters have incredible healing powers,” he whispered along her sweet, tender neck, then down further to her delicate collarbones. “Let your wolf loose, sweet Grace. I promise there’s nothing you can do that wouldn’t just turn me on even more.”

She gasped as he laid a line of wet kissed down to her breast. “I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.” But her hands were deep in his hair, urging him on.

“Trust me,” he said, taking a quick taste of her nipple. “Pain is
not
what I’m going to feel.” He lifted her bottom so he could unzip and slide off her skirt. Her delicate, white panties were practically see-through with the wetness already gathered there. His mouth watered, and that unbalanced feeling came back—only he wasn’t teetering on the precipice any longer. He had taken the leap and was free-falling down. He was going to make love to this gorgeous woman, and it would break him open. There was no going back, and most strange of all... he didn’t want to.

He edged her panties down, gently at first, then ripping them with a slightly shifted claw just because he was impatient to have her. She sucked in a breath, watching him as he kissed a line across her sweet belly straight down to her sex.

“Jared.” She said his name like a plea, so he picked up his pace. One hand cupping her deliciously tight breast, the other sliding along her thigh to open her up to him. When his tongue reached her sex, she gasped his name again and clutched his shoulders with both hands. She trembled underneath him, and he hardly had time to settle in and enjoy her before she was bucking her hips against him and moaning his name. She was already so wet, he stopped tormenting her nub just so he wouldn’t get her there too quickly.

“Goddammit, Jared, don’t you dare stop!” Her words were half gasps.

He just chuckled and thrust two fingers inside her, using his thumb to give her nub the attention it needed. She shrieked and bucked again. He lifted himself away from tasting her sex, running his tongue up the length of her body, tasting there instead. He was still fully clothed in his dress shirt and pants, and that needed to change.
Soon.
But for the moment, he was going to give Grace a hell of a warmup—he wanted her first time to blow away every other experience. She was panting when he reached her lips, so he just nibbled the side of her jaw. Her gorgeous hair was spilling all over her body as she bucked against him.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She kept saying it over and over again, and he could feel her quivering, racing toward her climax. He slowed the thrust of his fingers slightly, deepening their reach and drawing it out for her. Her answering moan was almost as gratifying as the claws that came out and dug into his back, shredding his shirt.

He gritted his teeth, but the pain was just making his cock pulse. “Embrace your wolf,” he whispered into her ear. “She’s part of you. She wants this as much as you do. Give it to her. Let her enjoy it.” Grace’s moans turned into small cries, peaking with each thrust of his hand.
God,
he was aching to be inside her, to feel that quickening around his cock. Soon… very soon.

Her claws retracted back into fingers as she bucked even more strongly against him.

He feasted on her neck, hoping to bring it faster. “Come for me, Grace,” he panted against her skin.

She cried out, grabbed onto his shoulders, and arched up from the bed. Her body clenched around his fingers, squeezing hard in an orgasm that rippled across her skin, making it shiver in the most delicious way possible. She called out his name at the height of it, and he felt her pleasure like it was his own, washing through him in warm waves.

The waves broke, and the seams came apart inside him. All the pieces and pain and frozen hardness he’d kept locked away were powerless against the satisfaction of giving this to Grace. Of being her first. Of earning her trust. Of bringing her together with her wolf.

He wanted to be inside her—and he would just as soon as she was ready—but she was already inside
him,
burrowing deep and shattering him hard.

She’d somehow found his heart and laid it bare.

He didn’t know if he would be worth anything after this was done, but he was seeing all of it through, no matter what. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her sweet, sweet lips. Her body was flushed with the pleasure he’d given her, and he’d give her more—so much more—before he was done.

But she already owned every part of him.

Grace was still seeing stars from the last orgasm Jared gave her while he quickly tore off his white shirt and dress pants. The shoulders of the shirt were shredded from when her claws came out, but he just tossed it aside and quickly slid his deliciously hot, iron-muscled body on top of her again. She had already come harder than she ever had before, and the boy had been just using his hands and mouth. With that enormous cock of his poised at her entrance, and waves of pleasure still rippling through her, she was afraid she was going to hyperventilate before he could manage to take her… and become the first man she’d ever allowed inside her in that most intimate of ways.

He was waiting. Probably for her to stop panting so hard in his face, which was gazing down at her with a soft expression that captured her heart.

“I want to be inside you, Grace,” he whispered, soft lips against her cheeks, gently alternating kisses with words.

“Please, God, yes,” she managed to get out.

She felt him smile against her skin, but her urgent grip on his massive, hard-muscled shoulders didn’t make him move any closer to giving her what she wanted. Her fantasy before had been one of wanton sex with a hot man—now she just wanted Jared River inside her, connected to her, as close to her as she could hold this gorgeous, amazing man. The need wasn’t even for
her
anymore—she had a sense that, as strong as he was, as good as his heart was, that this large, powerful man was
fragile.
That he needed her help. The wounds inside him had shut him down, closed him off from the world, and right now, at this moment… he was opening up. He needed her in a way that no one ever had. She wanted to give herself to him not just because he would take her to pleasure heights she’d never known… but because he needed that connection with the world again. Through
her.

Tears stung the backs of her eyes.
God,
she was falling for him.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” His voice was so gentle.

“I couldn’t be any more ready.” Her breathing was calming a little, and she felt less delirious than a moment before. Maybe that was why he was waiting, gently hovering above her, but not taking her.

He kissed her on the lips, just a soft brush. “I’m not in the habit of deflowering virgins.” He glanced down, between their bodies, to where they were almost-but-not-quite-yet joined together. He eased a little closer, apply pressure to her entrance with his cock, but not entering.

She groaned. “Stop teasing me!”

“I’m not.” But he grinned like he was. “But I
am
rather on the large side.”

She grabbed his face and forced him to look into her eyes. “Why do you think I chose you? I didn’t want just
anyone
for my first time. A girl has standards.”

He chuckled, and his smile flushed a warmth through her that had nothing to do with his blazing hot body pressed against her, taunting her. Okay, maybe a little, but
dammit…
she really was falling for this man. This
shifter.

His smile dimmed to seriousness. “I don’t want to hurt you, Grace. I’ll go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop, all right?”

She dug her fingers into his shoulders. “If I have coherent words, they’re going to be of the form
don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He flashed a grin again, then it smoldered into a wicked look. “That’s my plan, sweet Grace.” But he
still
didn’t enter her. Instead, he dropped his head down to give slow, nibbling kisses along her neck. She tilted her head for him, because
God,
that felt good. One of his hands held the weight of his body off hers, but the other was now roaming her, squeezing her breasts, toying with her nipples, then dipping down to brush her sex. His touch sent small electric shocks of pleasure through her—the circles he was drawing over her sex were quickly ramping her heart rate. Then his body started slowly rocking, and she felt the pressure of him easing inside her—one inch at a time, slowly stretching her, then retreating, forward then back. It was slow and hypnotic and intensely erotic as he teasingly filled her body with his. Her panting turned to moans, then to small cries as he took her.

“Oh, God, Jared,” she managed to get out when he finally sunk all the way inside.

He stilled. “Am I hurting you?” His voice was hoarse, and she loved the sound of
need
inside it.

“No… just…
please
move!”

He groaned, pulled back, then pushed all the way into her in one swift stroke. She cried out with the shock and pleasure of it and clenched his shoulders tighter. He pulled back again and took her harder. Then harder. Each stroke was stronger than the last, and she clung to him like she was riding a hurricane, his body owning hers, possessing her with his groans and thrusts and body.

“Grace, you’re so damn tight,” he said as he thrust into her again. “I can’t… baby, come for me!”

She couldn’t even respond—she just whimpered as her pleasure grew stronger with each pound. He shifted position, pulling away, lifting her hips, and angling deeper—she shrieked as he plunged into her again, reaching farther than he had before. His hand slipped down to her nub as he thrust into her again and again. A scream erupted from her lips as that extra touch hurtled her right over the edge. Her body bucked furiously against him, wave after wave of pleasure possessing her like the most delicious of demons. He was still thrusting through it all, and just as she thought she couldn’t feel anything more, he slammed deep and held, groaning and growling in pleasure. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, pumping out his release. 

Then he collapsed down on top of her, his body pressing against hers, still buried inside her. Leftover shock waves were twitching his body. She held onto him fiercely. She’d never felt anything like this—not just the pleasure, but the intimacy. The utter completeness of sharing everything she was with another person. The warmth that suffused her wasn’t just afterglow… it was very much like love.

How had she fallen so fast and so hard for this man she barely knew?

But that wasn’t the truth—she knew everything she needed to know about Jared River. Even in these hot, sticky moments just after they’d both climaxed, he was showing the kind of man he was—gently kissing her and asking if she was all right; carefully keeping his massive weight off her body while lavishing attention on it with his hands and mouth and hot, hot gaze; even the tender way he eased down to the bed next to her and brushed a tendril of hair from her face. All of it spoke of the man who was claiming her heart.

“You’re so beautiful, Grace,” he whispered, reverently, and her heart filled to overflowing. If she could have this man, even once, her life would never be the same. If she could hold onto him for longer… but she tried not to think of that, for the moment. This was just one time, one act, and there were so many unknowns lying ahead. She couldn’t know what the future held, not yet.

She turned to face him on the bed, both of them lying on their sides. She touched the slight stubble growing on his cheek. His smile in return made her glow inside. Then she realized…

“My wolf didn’t come out this time,” she said with awe.

His eyes sparkled. “Because you’re not fighting her anymore.”

He was right. Her wolf was humming with the pleasure they’d both had at the hands of their alpha. Wait… what? Her eyes widened, and she peered into his. “Are you an alpha wolf?”

His eyebrows hiked up, but his arms snuggled her closer. “I haven’t been anyone’s alpha in a long time. Why do you ask?”

“I’m not even sure what an alpha wolf is, not really.” She bit her lip. “But my wolf is saying you’re my alpha.”

The expression on his face morphed from surprise to an inscrutable expression so intense, it made her heart quiver. “Is that bad?” she asked, afraid she’d said the wrong thing.