Snowdonia 1 - Wolf at the Door (11 page)

He growled, a low, resonant sound that vibrated through her senses. How far could she push him? She pulled at the pants, inching them down her legs, a little at a time. He rumbled again. She could see his dick straining at his zipper. Still she teased him. Another inch. They had barely reached the top of her thighs when he pounced.

*

Dear God, had she no idea what a thin grasp he held onto his control? That daring smile, the cheeky grin as she toyed with her pajamas … she had a thing or two to learn about playing with an Alpha.

He pinned her to the bed and caught her hands easily with one of his own. “
Cariad
,” he murmured, nuzzling her throat, “are you trying to drive me insane?”

She arched her neck, stretching up to him, but he leaned back and out of reach. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.” He nipped her earlobe and then licked the sting away.

She squirmed beneath him, a teasing smile dancing across her face. “Hmmm, we might have a problem there. I’m not very good at being compliant.”

His cock throbbed at her sassiness. Oh, what a challenge she would be for him. Her submission would be a hard-earned and most delicious prize. Running his tongue up the length of her throat, he waited until she moaned before he spoke in a gruff whisper. “One last chance or I may have to punish you.” He let go of her hands. “Take off your pants.”

The smile she gave him was mischievous. She stretched her arms and pretended to yawn, then raised one delicately shaped eyebrow. “Punish me?”

With his free hand, he reached for her abandoned pajama top and then, ignoring her squeak of alarm, he used it to bind her wrists together and rapidly fasten them to the headboard. She gave a surprised laugh and tugged at the restraint. It held firm.

With her bound, he felt a hint of self-control creeping back and he blew out a breath as he surveyed her. The little vixen shimmied on the bed, making her breasts tremble and he nearly lost it again. Another quick breath before he spoke. “I’m sure I said to take off your pants.”

Her eyes sparkled. “You might have to take care of that now. I’m a little tied up.”

He couldn’t help a laugh escaping. “I think I might. But there’s still the matter of your noncompliance.” He grasped the loose-fitting bottoms and dragged them easily down her legs, leaving them bunched around her shins. She tried to kick them free, but he caught her feet in his hands and proceeded to twist the fabric around her ankles.

“Hey.” She sounded cross. “I’m trussed up like a chicken.”

“You look gorgeous.” He stroked a gentle circle around one nipple and then the other and watched them rise and swell. “You smell delicious.” He nosed between her thighs and drew a soft moan from her. “And if you want to play, we will.”

Chapter 31

Lillian was completely unprepared for Jake to grasp her by the ankles and flip her over, onto her stomach. With her face mashed into the pillow, she tried to lift her head, before realizing that he hadn’t finished yet. He pushed her knees forward, guiding her with strong but careful hands until her elbows bent and her ass stuck up in the air. She craned her neck to see him. He sat back on his heels and watched her, an unrepentant grin on his face. She felt a flicker of alarm.

“Wh … what are you going to do?”

He began to stroke her bottom; it felt as though he used just his fingertips. “That little issue of noncompliance.” He stroked some more. “Your ass is so pale and creamy. Have you ever been spanked before,
Cariad
?” His silky voice soothed her until she realized what he’d said.

“
Spanked
?” If her voice went any higher, she’d only be audible to dogs. Oh wait, he’d still hear her. “
No
. And I don’t want to be.” He circled the other butt cheek, ignoring her anxiety. “Don’t do this, Jake. I’m telling you, I really—”

He kissed the base of her spine, warm and soft. He was just playing. His tongue trailed down her ass, and she felt his breath on her pussy. Letting out a breath, she relaxed. Too soon.

His mouth disappeared.

His hand smacked down on her bottom.

She heard the noise a fraction of a second before she acknowledged the hurt. It stung, hot and sharp, and she sucked in her breath. Before she could yell at him, he slapped the other butt cheek. Her heart stuttered and she jerked at the bindings.

Crack.

Another sting, the burn spreading out across her entire ass. She yelped this time and tried to find her voice.

Crack. Crack.

He smacked her once more on each cheek in rapid succession. By now it felt as though her entire ass was on fire. She gasped in pain, shock, and temper. “
Stop it
.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “I’m warning you—” She felt him blow a warm breath over her bottom. The words stuck in her throat. His palm smoothed over the burning skin, soft and tender, and quite unbidden, desire surged in her veins. She squirmed, feeling damp between her thighs. How could this be? He’d
hit
her, for chrissake; she should be furious. When his tongue swirled over the sting and he laid a trail of hot kisses down the inside of her thigh she just about melted. As long as he found her pussy soon, she’d forgive him. Maybe.

He licked the length of her slit. It felt as though he sucked every molecule of air from her body in one gasp. She clenched around his tongue but he’d already withdrawn. “Hmmm, you should misbehave more often.”

*

Jake sucked her pussy lips one at a time, each suck making her quiver beneath his mouth. “You taste like honey. So sweet.” Even with her restrained, he struggled to hold back. Every instinct told him to take her, to pound into her, make her scream his name as she had when he took her in her dream.

“Jake,” she whimpered. “I need you, baby.”

Her ass looked magnificent, glowing bright red where he’d spanked her. It could have gone so badly wrong, but his intuition had not led him astray. He pushed two fingers into her wetness and enjoyed the resulting moan. Dear God, if she was any wetter she’d be sliding off the bed. He pumped his fingers in and out and felt her clench around him.

“Not yet,
Cariad
.” He kept his fingers still. “I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you.”

She tried to grind onto his hand but he was expecting that. He delivered another, lighter slap onto her red butt. She yelped, but he was already kissing the sting away. He took a couple of rapid breaths and tried to control his racing heart. He ached to be inside her. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His cock was on the verge of meltdown.

“Take me,” she whispered. He pumped his fingers again and she groaned.

“Take you, how? Soft and gentle, or hard and fast?”
Please say hard and fast. Please say…”

She strained onto his hand. “
Jake
,” her breathing was labored, “fuck me, baby.”

Chapter 32

It only took seconds for Jake to dispense with his jeans, for his impatient fingers to fit the condom, and then he climbed onto the bed behind his Mate. His wolf felt giddy with excitement. He freed her ankles and then he spread her legs wider and positioned himself. He ran one finger along her slit and swirled it in the cream, enjoying her drawn-out moan. “You ready, baby?” He smeared cream over her clit and was nearly bucked off the bed.

“Jake, I can’t wait.”

Neither could he. He guided the tip of his cock inside and held it there while he drew a calming breath, and then pushed in hard. Her wail of pleasure wrapped around him as much as her insides squeezed his dick. Jesus Christ and all the saints, she felt good. He eased back and then slammed in, making her wail again. Oh fuck, his balls were tightening already. Lillian groaned his name and clenched around him and pure instinct took over.

One hand on her hips to hold her steady, the other tangled in her hair, he began to pump into her. Hard, deep, hungry. Leaning forward, he pressed kisses along the side of her neck. Her skin was so smooth, silky, and pale. He couldn’t fight the urge to claim her properly.

Her cries rose, repeating his name over and over. So beautiful. His Mate. As he pounded into her, jolting the bed with every thrust, he felt her tighten even further. She was close. He closed his mouth over the soft skin at the crook of her neck and held on with his teeth while he released her hair and rubbed her clit with the heel of his hand. She screamed, bucked, and thrashed beneath him when she came. He followed, a second later. Christ, it felt as though his cock exploded, he came so hard.

*

Lillian dropped her head to the pillow and tried to breathe normally. Her ass smarted and she was sure it probably glowed. Her eyes were damp and she knew her mouth was swollen and wet, but God. There was sex, and then there was sex with Jake. She swallowed. Her orgasm had been so ferocious, she wasn’t sure if she still had legs or if they’d been blown off in some freaky explosion. Sex bomb. Yeah. That summed him up nicely.

Belatedly, she realized he was untying her hands. Next thing, he rolled her over and smiled down. She saw more than a trace of concern in his eyes.

“You still with me,
Cariad
? You’re worryingly quiet.” He lifted her hands one at a time and gently rubbed her wrists with his thumbs.

“That was—” His brows pulled together at her whisper. “Jake … I can’t describe it.”

He kissed the palms of her hands before whispering back. “Let’s start with good or bad?”

Conversation seemed too difficult. She settled for a vigorous nod. “Good,” she rasped. “Definitely good.” Little aftershocks continued to race through her body and when Jake ran his fingertips down the side of her breast she gasped from another jolt of pleasure. She imagined her body had become hardwired to respond to him; she’d never experienced such intense sex before. He rained little kisses across her face, his hands caressing her skin and rippling through her hair.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured against her throat before nuzzling at her ear. “I want you in my bed every night.”

It was a struggle to speak, especially when he began to press his lips down the column of her throat. “You’d better not be thinking of spanking me every night.” Her butt still stung.

Little laughter lines crinkled around his eyes. “Depends how compliant you are…” He closed his mouth around one nipple and promptly took her breath away. She arched her back and tried to push onto him but he released her again. “There is so much I want to do with you. So many ways to pleasure you.”

She stretched. “I like the sound of that.” His rising erection nudged against her hip and she smiled and reached down to stroke it. “I don’t have to be anywhere for a few days. How about you?”

*

A few days? Is that all he meant to her? Jake refused to believe that. She was probably just being cautious, and he could understand why after the way Asshole had treated her.
Take it slow,
he reminded himself.

“It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow and I need to go see my family in the evening. It’s one of our traditions.” He broke off to explore her breasts with his mouth. “I don’t need to stay long. Would you come with me?” He held his breath, wondering if she’d refuse. Indecision warred on her face, but then she wrinkled her nose and smiled.

“Sure, but just for a little while, okay?”

Chapter 33

Now that his most urgent need for her had been sated, Jake intended to make love to his Mate slowly. He’d had the forethought to bring several condoms from the bathroom, so this time, he didn’t need to leave the bed to find one. She responded eagerly to his kiss and reached for him, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Passion flared bright once more and before he knew it, Lillian lay beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed slowly into her. Her heat made his dick feel on fire and her scent made his head spin. He felt intoxicated by her.

“Jake,
Jake
,” she moaned, surging against him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder, baby.”

He would never tire of her—of this. The way her breasts trembled with every thrust. The wild red curls that stuck to her damp forehead or the look of ecstasy on her face when she came, clutching at him and milking him dry.

He collapsed onto her, exhausted. He dragged in a deep breath and prepared to move but she clung to him. “Stay there. Hold me, Jake.”

* * * *

When Lillian fled from her hotel in London, she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams that she would spend Christmas Eve in the arms of a new lover. They slept, tangled together in his huge bed, made tender love, and slept some more. He fed her scrambled eggs and tempted her with coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice, before kissing her so fiercely that she forgot her own name.

They sat in his lounge after their breakfast, Lillian in her fluffy pajamas, Jake in jeans and T-shirt, and they decorated his tree together. He produced a set of tiny hand-carved wooden ornaments and passed them to her one at a time, for her to hang. Lillian watched as Jake unwrapped one, removing it from a twist of colored tissue paper.

His eyes met hers, and she was unable look away. “Thank you, Jake.”

A puzzled look flitted across his face. “For what?”

She smiled and swallowed the lump that had appeared in her throat. “For this.” She spread her hands to encompass the room, the decorations, and the leftovers from the snacks he’d prepared. “All of this. For pampering me today, taking care of me.”

In response, he held out his hand to catch hers. Raising it to his lips, he kissed each fingertip in turn. “This has been the best Christmas in a long time for me. I should be thanking you,
Cariad
.” He nipped playfully at her thumb. “It’s not over yet. I have plans for when we get back from the family.”

She had reservations about meeting his parents, his fellow wolves, but she already knew if she wanted to have any chance of a future relationship with Jake, she needed them to accept her.

He passed her another ornament, a delicate acorn on a length of silver ribbon, and she searched for the best place to hang it while thinking about Jake. There was so much she didn’t know about him and so little time. They only had a few stolen days to spend together.