Jett's Wild Wolf (Mystic Wolves 3) (6 page)

“How are you feeling?” He broke off as she yawned. “Shit, you’re exhausted. Come on, we can talk in the morning.”

Taryn blinked. “What?”

“Give me a second to clean this mess up, then we can go to sleep for a few hours. After that, then I’ll do the whole Q&A with you.” Jett pinned her with his stare. “Make no mistake, you will tell me what I want to know. This is just a reprieve.”

“I can help you.” Taryn hopped down, looking angry.

He liked that she possessed the steel in her backbone needed to stand up to him. “All right. Scrape the leftovers in the garbage disposal, while I load these in the dishwasher,” Jett said.

They had the kitchen cleaned in moments, then he was leading the way back to his bedroom. Taryn pulled up short. “Where am I to sleep?”

“You can have my bed, and I’ll take the couch. I’ll just grab a pillow and blanket.” Jett brushed by Taryn, her spiced honey scent increasing.

“Would you...sleep, just sleep with me. I mean hold me, not have you know, like...I’m not saying this right.” A blush stole up her chest.

“You want me to sleep in the same bed, and not have sex with you,” Jett answered, his voice cracked. Jeezus, he was going for sainthood. At her nod he closed his eyes. “All right, climb on in while I go take care of some business. Do you need to use the bathroom first?” Cause he was pretty sure he was going to be in need of some lotion, and the shower, to drown out the sound of him taking care of himself, before he could climb into bed with her.

She nodded, and he watched her cute little ass walk into his bathroom. He turned to the doorjamb, and after knocking his head against the thing a few times, he double checked the security was on, then nearly swallowed his tongue when she walked out with just his T-shirt on. Fuck, he was so gonna need to rub one out in the shower. He hoped like hell her hearing wasn’t that good, or that she’d fall asleep quickly.

In the shower, he made quick work of washing his hair and body. Images of a naked Taryn made it easy for him to bring himself to a quick, yet unsatisfactory release. As he stroked himself and his balls drew up, he bit the inside of his lip to keep from crying out. He put on a pair of boxer briefs after drying off, brushed his teeth and decided he’d put it off long enough and opened the door to his bedroom.

Walking back out, he found Taryn on the side of the bed he normally slept on. Instead of being polite and going around to the opposite side, Jett slid in, scooting her over as he did so. The cute little yip she made, had him smiling. “Hey, didn’t you notice the man-dent on this side?” he teased.

“Is that what kept making me roll down? It’s not my fault you’re such a big guy and need to flip your mattress.” She rolled over, trying to tickle him.

Jett had never had anyone try to make him laugh, not like that. When she hit a spot in his side that had a chuckle escaping, he grabbed her by the sides and brought her over him. “Are you saying I’m too big?” He ran his hands up her sides, feeling her wiggle on top of him had his already semi-hard cock jerking to full attention.

Her laughter died as she slid down onto his cloth covered dick. “Good goddess, you are huge, Jett Tremaine.”

He let his fingers feather along the curve of her butt. “Nah, I’m just right, sweet.”

Not wanting to scare her, he didn’t press her down like he wanted, letting her be the one to decide where this was going. If she slid off him and rolled to her side, he’d be fine. Nobody ever died from blue balls.

Leaning over him, she pressed a kiss to his chest. “I’m not a virgin, but I don’t make a habit of sleeping with just anyone.”

He hooked his finger on the edge of her shirt and drew it up slowly. As the thin cotton drifted upward, Jett’s breath came out on a growl. “I should hope not.” Her shirt went airborne, landing somewhere beside the bed.

Jett closed his eyes. Patience was not a virtue he could count as one of his own. The feel of her mouth moving over his pecs, nibbling on him, was driving him mad. He arched his back when her teeth scraped against him, then her tongue, rougher than a human’s, ran up the length of his throat. “You taste good.” Her murmured words had him on edge.

His eyes snapped open, fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Let’s see how you taste, hmm.”

* * * *

S
he felt a little exposed sitting astride his body completely naked, knowing he could see her easily in the darkened room. Gripping her by the hips, he flipped their positions, gazing down at her with a predator’s look.

His mouth opened, and she could see a hint of his fangs, as if he was having a hard time controlling his beast. She’d known she was pushing him, but she’d wanted to shake his world like he’d done hers. Now, staring up at him she wondered if she’d gone too far.

“Jett,” she whispered, biting her inner lip. “Maybe we should slow down.”

“I won’t hurt you. If you don’t want me, just say the words, and I’m out.” He pushed his upper body off of her.

There was a brief pause in his breathing, and she could see he meant it. His dick twitched against her, still trapped within the confines of his clothes. If he’d been one of the wolves of her pack, she knew he’d already have fucked her six ways to Sunday, and not given two shits if he’d hurt her, or if she was willing. The fact he was willing to stop after she’d teased to the point she had, showed what kind of man he was.

“I want you almost as much as I want to drive your Road Runner.” She smiled when his eyes glinted with that hint of humor she loved seeing.

He dropped back down, keeping most of his weight on his elbows. “You got a thing for my car?” His tongue came out, the piercing making her think of naughty things he could do with it.

She nodded. “Oh, yeah, buddy. I definitely think your car is sexy.”

His right brow raised. “I think there’s a country song about that.”

She was having a hard time listening to his words while his mouth began tracing a path along her collarbone. “I think that’s about a tractor.” Her back bowed off the bed just as his lips latched onto her right breast, sucking the tip into his mouth. Good goddess, she swore her nerve endings wouldn’t survive the tongue lashing.

He placed kisses on her stomach, going lower until he reached her belly button. Jett’s hands gripped her knees, drawing them apart and laying between them, a wicked smile played on his lips. “Watch me, Taryn.” He used the fingers of one hand, holding her pussy open while he made one long swipe with his tongue.

Her eyes widened, utterly transfixed by the sight. That first touch nearly had her coming undone. The barbell hit her clit, the tiny touch from his piece of jewelry jolted through her system. She closed her eyes, gripping the sheet below her.

Taryn couldn’t keep her eyes open as he began nuzzling her flesh. His talented, yet diabolical tongue was driving her insane as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. Tilting her hips at a better angle, his tongue slid inside her, pleasure engulfed her.

She screamed his name at the feel of him stroking her inner walls with his piercing.

Jett’s big hands held her tighter, his arms wrapped around her thighs, lifting her closer, circling her clit until the bud became hard.

He moved one hand down, stroking through her cream, humming. “You taste fucking amazing. I knew you would, too.” He licked his fingers, making a smacking noise, and then tongued her core as he wiggled his tongue against her clit.

Taryn came as he found just the right pressure, her body bucking against his face while he held her to him, licking and fucking her with his fingers and mouth. He didn’t let her go until he’d finished, his growls adding another layer of ecstasy to her pleasure. She’d never come so hard in her life.

“Jett,” she murmured, twisting her hands in his hair. Her legs shook, her heels dug into his back, and he still pressed kisses along her inner thigh, licking her, gentling his attention on her clit. The man knew just how, when and where to touch a woman. She didn’t want to think of the countless, faceless women he’d done exactly the same thing to. He eased her legs off his shoulders, massaging them before climbing up her body, his breathing labored as he lay over her.

He worked his boxers off, letting them fall off the side of the bed.

The ease which he slid into the cradle of her hips, and the smile that lit his gorgeous face made her heart stop for a second. She could so easily love this man.

His cock bumped against her pussy. “You ready for me?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping his shoulders for something to hold on to. “Absolutely. Do you need me to show you what to do, or...” He stopped her words with one long thrust, filling her full to bursting. Her wolf wanted to sink her teeth into his shoulder, but she pushed her back. She couldn’t keep her nails from digging into his back as he pushed a little further into her pussy, the tight fit almost too painful, but she relaxed her muscles, allowing him to sink a little more inside.

He pulled back, slipping one hand between them, the other he wrapped under her shoulder. As he used his thumb to play with her clit, she felt him slide all the way inside. She exhaled.

“You okay?” he asked, pausing to look down at her.

She licked her lips, and released her fingers from the death grip they had on him, hoping she hadn’t hurt him, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Yes. I’m fine. You can move.”

Jett’s head bent, and pressed his lips to hers, he kissed her mouth, and she tasted herself on his lips. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as his hips pushed forward. The feel of the piercing was both foreign and erotic as hell.

He pulled his hips back, almost pulling all the way out until only the tip of his cock was inside her. She squeezed her thighs around his hips, not wanting to lose him, making him chuckle.

“Believe me, nothing could make me stop fucking you right now.” He powered back inside.

His words sent a shard of hurt through her. Why she should care he would use such crude words she didn’t know. She assumed the slight bond she’d had to form when saving him was the reason, but she pushed it aside. The feel of him filling her became her sole focus. With each thrust he slid in more easily, her body accepting him as more cream flowed from her while he brought her closer toward the edge again.

Changing the angle, he tilted her hips, pulling a pillow over and placing it under her, he pushed into her faster, rotating his hips on each downward thrust, the swiveling motion hitting her clit each time.

Taryn cried out as he hit the right spot, arching into his strokes again and again.

“Open your eyes. Look at me. Know who is making you come,” he demanded.

Her eyes jerked open. “Jett,” she screamed, her head thrown back, the pleasure so intense it took all her willpower to do as he’d commanded. Their bodies slammed together, his groan was accompanied by a loud growl. He let go of her shoulder and gripped the headboard, she was sure she heard the wood splinter as his thrusts increased. She didn’t think she could come again, but then he pulled out, flipping her to her stomach, raising her onto her knees, and drove into her from behind.

“One more time. I want to feel you milking my cock.”

Her gasp of pleasure was her only answer. Kneeling behind her, Jett’s strokes came faster, his hands on her hips held her steady for his thrusts.

Taryn’s pussy clenched around him. The rhythm he set up was fast and furious, and one she had no hope of denying, not that she wanted to. He pressed his fingers against her clit, circling it, then rubbed side-to-side.

“Yes, oh god, yes.” She balanced with her knees farther apart, and then her climax hit, throwing her headlong into a vortex of pleasure. Her fangs elongated, wanting to sink into his flesh and mark him. Instead, she bit into the pillow.

Jett followed her, his orgasm making a mini spasm go off in her. If they’d been mates he’d have been knotted inside her. A pang of loss hit her.

He draped over her back, their sweat cooling as they caught their breaths. “Did I hurt you, sweets?”

She tried for nonchalance, but with him still inside and over her she wasn’t sure if she could pull it off. “No, but you’re kinda heavy.” She wiggled for effect.

He chuckled softly. “You keep moving that fine ass, and you’ll get fucked again.”

“Hmm, I don’t think I’m up for that just yet,” she said then yawned for affect.

Jett kissed the side of her throat. “Stay still. I’ll be right back,” he said as he slid out of her.

Taryn hid her wince, the fact she faced away from him kept him from seeing it. “Okay.”

The water in the bathroom could be heard a few seconds later, and she was about to drift off to sleep when the bed dipped, then a warm cloth was between her thighs.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He held her down with ease. “I’m cleaning you up so you’ll sleep better. Chill,” he ordered.

She didn’t think she could, but he didn’t give her a chance to do anything but allow him to take care of her. Drifting off to sleep, she felt secure in his arms. For the first time in her life, Taryn was happy, but she knew it wouldn’t last. However, she’d pretend for the moment. A girl could dream.

* * * *

J
ett held Taryn until she drifted off to sleep. She was a conundrum, and he didn’t like not knowing everything. He didn’t plan to have sex with her. Well, not right then, he amended.

Her tattoos stunned him. They were a work of art, and he wanted to spend hours tracing each line and curve with his fingers and tongue. He was amazed at the craftsmanship, and wondered who’d done the artwork. A shaft of jealousy speared him as he realized someone had seen her practically naked to have had a needle so close to her breasts and pussy, but he pushed it aside.

He could still taste her on his lips, and thought she was the sweetest thing he’d had the pleasure of sampling. There was something different about her, though he couldn’t put his finger on it. Her wolf called to his, like an invisible bond, but she was more. Not wholly wolf, yet not human. He couldn’t put his finger on what she was, but she wasn’t like Alaina either. His alpha’s mate was part wolf, part human and part fey.