Mating Seduction-epub

by Bonnie Vanak

  Tension knotted his stomach. “You were only fair. You didn’t force me out like he did after my folks died and I went mad with grief.”

  “And I’m willing to do anything to help you stay.”

  Lexie calmed his wolf. Lexie soothed the beast inside him. He’d die without her. She was balm to his wounded soul.

  But to stand by and watch his pack leader, his friend, fuck his mate…

  “So maybe I’ll just screw Nikita to get even,” Jackson blurted out, watching Aiden’s face darken.

  “You.” Aiden took a deep breath. “Don’t touch her. I’m claiming her for myself.”

  “Yeah, well I could just screw her in the ass and that would leave her a virgin…” Jackson stopped, an idea forming. “Where are these ancient laws written down? Got a copy handy?”

  The big, leather-bound book sat in a drawer in Aiden’s credenza. The alpha retrieved the volume, set it on his wide desk. He turned to a page and pointed out the law, written in elegant script. Jackson scanned the text. “The conditions here state you take a willing female sexually before her alpha, but it doesn’t say anything about anyone else joining in.”

  “The conditions are vague,” Aiden agreed. “A loophole we can use.”

  They looked at each other.

  “It can be done,” Aiden said slowly…

  “If I’m physically linked to Lexie while you take her,” Jackson finished.

  A loophole he desperately needed. Jackson only hoped Lexie would agree. It was a risky venture.

  He must control his wolf during the act. Because if he didn’t, they were all screwed.

  Lexie sat before the entire Mitchell pack, her toes curling inside her boots.

  Jackson had explained every nuance of the forthcoming ritual. Although it unnerved her, she agreed.

  If he joined Nikita’s pack, something might happen to him. Something mysterious kept happening to other males in her pack and she did not want to lose him.

  A day after Jackson’s meeting with Aiden, the alpha called an assembly of the entire pack in the auditorium reserved for formal meetings and banquets.

  With Jackson by her side at the head table, she felt ready to handle almost anything.

  Almost.

  Cora had mated with Peter and returned to the Bar B to handle the legalities of inheriting the ranch. Aiden had given the male formal permission to leave the Mitchell pack, with an open invitation to return whenever Peter and Cora wanted.

  Now the Mitchell pack alpha turned to her, his expression solemn. “The ancient texts clearly state removing a female from her pack without her alpha’s permission is terms for all-out war between the two rival packs. But there is one alternative to keeping the peace. Jackson told you what will transpire.”

  She nodded, her throat tight. “Is it going to be… public?”

  His wide mouth twisted. “No, that’s reserved only for the two mating alphas of rival packs. There will only be myself, Jackson, you and Nikita present.”

  Limbs heavy with relief, she sagged against the chair’s back.

  “This is a lot to place on you, Lexie. But it’s the only way to save your alpha from inciting a war between our two packs.” His gaze went soft with sympathy. “I’ve tried to aid Nikita and she’s too proud. Too insular.”

  So much of a burden and responsibility. Lexie looked at Jackson. “I love Nikita. She’s the older sister I never had. My loyalty lies with her, but she needs help.”

  Jackson gathered her hands into his. “Do you trust me, Lex?”

  “Yes. I’m willing to do this, to stay with you, and help Nikita.” Concern twisted her insides. “But you, what this will mean for you…”

  Lupine males did not share their females easily. Jackson was a powerful Lupine who could crush cars with his fists.

  “I can control my wolf, as long as you’re connected to me.” Jackson bent his forehead to hers. “Let’s do it.”

  Aiden stood, and the rest of the pack heaved a collective sigh. Lexie held up a hand. “First, before I formally join your pack, I must show you something,” she told Aiden.

  Her gaze swept over the silent, but curious crowd. “All of you. You need to see exactly what I am. If you all can gather close, so you can see…”

  His mouth a tight slash, Jackson nodded.

  Lexie left the table and sat on the floor as the pack formed a circle around her. Jackson sat by her side, squeezing her hand, feeding her confidence. She tugged off her Western boots and then her left sock.

  The malformed left foot had improved, but though her toes had more human definition, the claws still grew instead of normal Skin nails. Jackson nuzzled her neck and murmured softly. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. In any form.”

  She expected snickers or sneers. Instead, some looked curious. Others glanced at her foot and shrugged.

  The oddest reaction came from Kyle, the pack’s fiercest hunter and Arianna’s mate. He knelt, like a supplicant, and gently took her foot into hand. “Does it hurt?”

  When she shook her head, he looked up, his eyes luminous with moisture, as if he were ready to cry. The scar on his face flared white. Lexie understood.

  He knew what it was like to be different.

  “Wow, looks tough to take care of,” another male murmured.

  Lexie glanced up. “I dunno. Pedicures are a bitch, but sometimes I paint the claws a pretty shade a pink. You should try it.”

  Laughter broke out.

  Jackson helped her upright and slid a supporting arm around her as she stood, one foot clad in a worn Western boot, the other bare.

  Aiden’s deep, clear voice rang out. “You have seen this female, Jackson’s future mate, who requests formal acceptance into our family. What say you? Do you accept Lexie as part of our people, as your sister to love and protect and defend as you would all others?”

  A chorus of “hell yeahs” followed.

  Secure in Jackson’s embrace, she rested against him. She’d found acceptance and friendship among these people. But would Nikita capitulate and release her, and more importantly, surrender to Aiden’s terms?

  Aiden kissed her on the cheek, a quick, friendly peck. He nodded at Jackson. “Let’s do it. I’m calling a meeting for tomorrow night. Midnight.”

  They returned to the cabin. Jackson closed the door behind them and leaned against it. “Tonight, Lex. Now. I need to claim you.”

  Upstairs in the master bedroom, they stripped off their clothing. Lexie climbed onto the bed and lay on her stomach. The bed dipped beneath his heavy weight as Jackson joined her.

  She glanced over her shoulder, saw his fangs lengthen. Snarling with savage sexual need, he straddled her back. The hard length of his erection pressed against her soft bottom. Jackson took a deep breath, as if wrestling for control. He gently turned her head and brushed aside her long hair.

  “This will hurt, darling, but only for a minute.”

  Tensing with sexual anticipation, she waited.

  Murmuring something low, he nuzzled her neck. She felt the brush of a sharp fang, the lick of his hot tongue.

  He bit, piercing her skin.

  Potent liquid heat spiraled through her blood, igniting a firestorm between her legs. Moaning, she twisted.

  Jackson tenderly licked the bite. “Now, you’re officially mine. I’ve put my mating mark on you.”

  They made love, soft and slow, without a condom this time. For long minutes after, they rested in each other’s arms.

  Finally, he turned to her. “Are you ready to prepare for tomorrow’s ceremony?”

  Tension knotted her insides. She nodded.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be with you the whole time. I’ll take good care of you. Let’s do this.”

  She slid from beneath the sheets and lay on her stomach. Jackson growled softly. His fingers caressed her silky bottom.

  “What a beautiful, sweet ass you have. Stay here and keep your eyes closed.”

  She heard him fumble with bottles on the
dresser. Her nostrils flared, picking up the scent of his own arousal.

  Lexie closed her eyes tightly and waited.

  The mattress shifted as he sat on the bed. She heard him unscrew a cap. A delicious scent of pine and forest teased her nostrils. Sounds of his palms sliding against each other hinted of what he planned.

  Delicious tension filled her. She rubbed her mound against the sheets, squirming.

  He slapped her bottom, lightly. Lexie cried out in pleasure. “Stay still,” he ordered.

  Two big hands, covered in warm oil, slid up the small of her back. Her nipples ached as he began massaging the oil into her skin. Loosening the muscles, kneading her skin in light, circular strokes. Jackson teased her, sliding a finger along the crevice of her bottom as she gripped the sheets and moaned.

  He paid extra attention to her bottom. Soothing, masculine murmurs relaxed her as he spread her cheeks open and massaged her. Jackson oiled his fingers and probed the tiny rosebud of her backside.

  Stiffening, she felt him ease a finger inside her.

  “What a sweet ass you have. Soft and plump, tight and firm. This will ease you, make you ready for what is to come, sweetheart,” he said softly.

  Glancing over her shoulder, she watched him smear lubricant over his rigid cock, then he reached into the nightstand and withdrew an extremely thick, long dildo. Jackson coated the instrument with glistening gel.

  “Get on your hands and knees, and arch your ass toward the ceiling.”

  Tensing, she obeyed, pillowing her head on her folded arms. Jackson kissed her bottom, positioned the instrument at the entrance of her soaked vagina. He eased it in, stretching her. Lexie arched and bit back a moan of pleasure. Another thrust, deeper now. Arousal bit, sharp as fangs.

  “Stay with me,” he crooned. “That’s it, take it all.”

  She squeezed down with each insistent thrust of the dildo. Jackson picked up the rhythm, thrusting it in, deeper and deeper. She felt stretched full, vulnerable. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, his hand slipped between her legs.

  Jackson flicked a finger across her clit as he thrust the dildo in to the root. She arched, muffling a scream, fisting her hands in the sheets.

  But his hand stopped. Frustrated, she wailed. “Jackson, let me come!”

  “Not until I say so,” he told her sternly. “Remain there, in that position. Stay still until I order you to move.”

  Biting her lip, she remained motionless. Tormented by the fullness between her legs, she hung her head, her long hair curtaining her face.

  Jackson bent over her, spreading her cheeks wide.

  “You can do this,” he said thickly. “Get ready, darling.”

  He mounted her, pushing his penis into her bottom.

  Startled at the fullness, Lexie gasped, wriggling around him, the delicious pressure of the dildo in her vagina now doubling. Pleasure built to the bursting point as his cock sank further into her ass. She felt filled, stretched, penetrated fully.

  Jackson began thrusting, his hands gripping her hips.

  “What a beautiful ass you have. So tight and sweet,” he murmured. “You’re so eager to come for me. I’ll let you come.”

  Grunting and straining, he rode her, his heavy testicles slapping against her flesh. Friction from the dildo in her soaked channel threatened to spill her over the edge. Lexie arched upward, desperate for release. So close, oh, so close.

  Gripping her hips, he held her in place. Each delicious thrust threatened to send her plummeting over the edge. Then he slid an oiled hand down to her cleft. He flicked her clit.

  She screamed.

  He increased his strokes, hammering into her, flesh slapping against flesh as she sobbed.

  The agonized tension in her groin pulsed and flowered and then burst. Lexie climaxed so violently she howled. Her ass squeezed his long shaft, hugging the intruder, caressing him with each violent spasm.

  He came then, still pumping wildly. With a loud grunt, Jackson shuddered violently and bucked against her.

  Dragging in deep gulps of air, he gently pulled out the dildo from her spasming channel, tossing it aside. Their hearts pounded together as he collapsed against her onto the bed. Slowly, their heartbeats and breathing returned to normal. Jackson pulled his cock out. He rolled to one side, taking her with him.

  He kissed her. “You did well. I’m so proud of you.”

  “And now, we’re ready for tomorrow.”

  Jackson nodded. “I hope I am,” he said under his breath.

  Worry filled her. What if he lost control again, like the time he’d punched Peter?

  So much was at stake. She didn’t know if Jackson would tame his wolf for the ritual.

  Because when it came to her, this Lupine didn’t like to share with others.

  Chapter 18

  Aiden’s enormous office held an aura of power and control, like the alpha himself.

  Photos of horses hung from the pine-paneled walls. An informal seating area was arranged against one wall, with a butter-soft sofa and two matching leather easy chairs. A hat rack had two Stetsons hanging from the pegs. Two sleek, onyx statues of wolves howling at the moon decorated bookshelves crammed with thick legal volumes and books on ranching and cattle care.

  Perched on the sofa’s edge, Lexie twisted her hands in the lap of her floral print skirt. Sitting beside her, Jackson slid a proprietary arm around her shoulders. Two elegant brass lamps on end tables cast a soft, golden light in the room.

  Anxiety churned in her stomach. Sitting behind a desk the size of Montana, Aiden leaned back. His warm smile did nothing to reassure her.

  “I can handle her,” he said.

  Lexie shook her head. “She’s my alpha and my aunt. I know how stubborn she is. What if Nikita orders me back to my pack before we do this?”

  “She won’t,” Aiden promised.

  He lifted the window curtain with the back of one strong square hand. Such power, she thought. I sure hope Nikita can handle him.

  “Ah, our guest is here for the meeting. Right on time. And here we go,” Aiden murmured in a voice rich with male satisfaction.

  Lexie rushed to the window. A red pickup truck tore down the gravel driveway, kicking up clouds of dust like a high-spirited stallion racing around a corral. As it skidded to an angry stop before the lodge entrance, she returned to the sofa. An icy chill skated down her spine, yet she’d never been more sensually aware of Jackson, who gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

  Downstairs, the front door opened and slammed hard enough to shake the windows.

  Jackson’s wide grin contained a trace of devilment. “Think you have your hands full with this one, Aiden.”

  Aiden’s smile was all alpha male confidence and pure sexuality. “She’s a challenge, but I greatly anticipate winning.”

  Boot heels stomped up the sweeping staircase. Nikita burst into Aiden’s office.

  “Mitchell, I want my niece back in my pack. Right now.” She swung around to regard Jackson with a furious scowl. “You’ve had your fun. Now release Lexie to my care.”

  But Jackson folded his powerful arms across his chest and met her angry gaze. “I’ve given Lexie the mating mark and we consummated the bond. She’s mine now, by all rights.” His voice deepened. “I’ll go to any lengths to claim her as my mate and keep her with me in this pack.”

  Nikita stared at Jackson, but addressed Aiden. “Mitchell, you know that by Lupine rights, Lexie belongs to me and now that Jackson’s put his mark on her, he belongs to me as well.” Triumph glittered in Nikita’s blue eyes. “Unless you physically claim Lexie according to the ancient rituals. And you won’t do that, Aiden. Because like all males in this pack, Jackson is far too territorial to allow anyone else near his mate.”

  Aiden’s smile was chilling. He glanced at Jackson, who gave a rough nod.

  “I agree,” Jackson said in a firm voice.

  Jackson’s acceptance wasn’t formally required. Aiden did it to empower him, she r
ealized, and her respect of the alpha grew.

  The pack alpha glanced at Lexie. Awash with anxiety, but staunch in her resolve, she stated clearly, “I agree as well.”

  “Of your own free will?” Aiden asked.

  “Of my own free will.”

  With her words, Jackson pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. Lexie reveled in the sweet, hot stroke of his tongue.

  The Mitchell pack alpha stood and gestured to the easy chair next to the sofa. “Nikita, please sit. This won’t take long. We need you as a witness.”

  Nikita sat, her expression tight.

  Giving Lexie a reassuring smile, Jackson unzipped his jeans and pulled them past his lean hips. His erect penis sprang out. Sitting on the wide sofa, he patted his lap.

  Standing, she took a deep breath, knowing what was expected of her. Lexie unfastened her skirt. It fell to the floor in a graceful sweep of silk, lying like a crushed flower.

  Lexie climbed onto his lap and rubbed her slit against his straining erection. Moisture slicked her channel, readying her for him. Her mate lifted her in his strong arms and slowly impaled her on his thick cock.

  She folded her knees on either side of his muscled thighs and rested in his embrace. Jackson framed her face with his hands, regarding her with his intense gaze.

  Only tenderness and love shone there. No jealousy. No trace of the savage wolf that threatened to rip out Aiden’s throat.

  The Mitchell alpha took a mighty chance with this action. It stated his trust and belief in Jackson, and his fierceness in wanting to keep him with the pack. If Jackson went rogue and attacked his alpha…

  “I love you,” she said suddenly.

  “I love you too, Lex. Everything’s going to be all right. As long as I’m with you, bonded to you in the flesh, I can do this. You’re my center, the balm for my wolf. You’re everything to me,” he said in a husky voice.

  Jackson kissed her, his tongue tracing the line of her mouth, then plunging deep into the soft, wet cavern. Deep inside her, his cock pulsed as she tightened down upon him. So much erotic bliss this Lupine had given her. She trusted him and knew what they were about to do was for the best.