Isabella's Dilemma: Wolf Secrets Book 1

by Diana Persaud

  Izzy gritted her teeth.

  “I realize you want revenge for your mother, Izzy. But killing him won’t bring her back. Killing him isn’t going to make you feel any better. Thor is a serial rapist. There’s no fucking way I’m risking your life, not with that son of a bitch.”

  Knowing it was the end of that discussion, Izzy wisely kept her mouth shut.

  “Hunter, as pack tracker, it’s your duty to eliminate the threat. Izzy, I want you to check out Thor’s apartment and see if you can figure out the identity of the second assailant.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Izzy responded quietly.

  “‘Sir’?” he asked, raising a brow.

  Izzy had never called him ‘Sir’ before. Izzy took a deep breath, forcing her misdirected anger away.

  “I’ll take care of it, Aleksandr.”

  “That’s better.”

  He turned to the rest of his Soldiers.

  “Go!”

  Hunter nodded and left with Izzy right on his heels.

  Chapter Four

  Deep in thought as he reflected on the evidence against Thor, Jackson led Izzy to the General Store. On the way there, every wolf they encountered glared and hissed at Izzy. Not one to be intimidated, Izzy hissed back and returned their glares. Jackson walked stiffly beside her, ignoring his wolf clan.

  They will never accept her. Why should they? Not only did Bella admit to killing one of ours, she was proud of it.

  They arrived at the General Store and he opened the door for her. She stepped inside, glanced around and headed to the section with clothes. Though it wasn’t a large store, it was packed with everything a wolf could need, from clothes to everyday household items like light bulbs.

  Sorting through a stack of Jeans, she heard, “Izzy in a dress? Hell must have finally frozen over!”

  Izzy turned, grinning happily when she spotted him.

  “Harley!” she called out, rushing in to his arms.

  “Morning, Darlin’,” Harley said as he hugged her tightly against him.

  Agitated, Jackson growled loudly. Harley glanced at Jackson, clearly puzzled at his display of jealousy.

  “Ignore him, Harley. He’s only pissed because his girlfriend just dumped him.”

  “I’m pissed because you’re holding my mate,” Jackson corrected her.

  “Mate? Whoa....”

  Harley immediately released Izzy, holding his hands up and away from her body.

  “Wuss,” Izzy said with a frown as she stepped away from Harley.

  “Hey, I know better than to get between a wolf and his mate. You two aren’t going to be all lovey-dovey like Lucien and Lanie are you?”

  “Pfft! Hardly. He’s still pining over his girlfriend. As soon as I get some clothes, I’m outta here. Can you give me a lift out of town?”

  Jackson frowned.

  Bella is still planning on leaving me? With this wolf? Over my dead body.

  “You’re not going anywhere with him,” Jackson declared.

  “Then how do you expect me to get home?” Izzy countered, highly annoyed.

  “I will take you wherever you need to go.”

  “I think the less time we spend together the easier it will be for me to leave. Already you’re acting like a possessive Neanderthal and we only met last night.”

  She pushed past him and returned to the stack of jeans. She found a pair that would fit then searched for a shirt and some underwear. Finding what she needed, she headed to the cashier.

  “Is that all you’re getting?” Jackson asked.

  “Yes. Since I’ll be leaving later today, I only need one set of clothes.”

  Jackson frowned and addressed the cashier.

  “I want extra clothes in her size delivered to our cabin later today.” The cashier nodded and rang up the items. Izzy stiffened when she heard Jackson call his cabin theirs.

  That is not a good sign, she thought.

  Izzy decided to ignore him and took her clothes to the dressing room in the back of the store and changed.

  Once I’m gone, he can return the extra clothes. His mating instinct is getting worse. Perhaps it was because I hugged Harley? Izzy sighed. The last thing I need is a half-crazed male hunting me for sex. I’m not ready for a mate. I don’t want to settle down. Besides, he wants her, not me.

  Stepping out of the dressing room, she nearly bumped into Harley. He gave her a box of envelopes and a Sharpie.

  “Harley?...You?” Izzy asked, surprised.

  Harley smiled mysteriously and tipped his head slightly before walking away. Izzy stared at Harley’s back, still dazed at his revelation. Harley was her contact here?

  “Stop drooling over that fucking wolf or I will kill him,” Jackson demanded as he stepped out of the aisle.

  Izzy turned to Jackson and flipped him off. He growled low, eyes glittering dangerously.

  “Don’t push me, Bella. My wolf is dangerously close to rising.”

  “Fuck you and your wolf.”

  She turned away from him and marched out of the store. She had a mission to complete and she would do what she could before she left with Harley later that night. She headed back to Jackson’s cabin, intent on getting some of his DNA. Whether she wanted to prove he was the accomplice or eliminate him as a suspect, she wasn’t entirely sure. She had access to his DNA, so it would be one less wolf to worry about.

  Jackson followed Izzy back to their cabin. The minute they were inside the cabin, he grabbed her arm, pulling her back and turning her to face him. He took the box of envelopes and the Sharpie from her hand and tossed it on the floor behind him. He held her arms tightly and walked her backward until her back pressed against the door. He held her arms above her head, pushing up against her. His eyes shone brightly and he rubbed his face against hers, inhaling her unique scent.

  “You want to fuck me and my wolf, Bella? We’re game,” he said huskily as he pressed his erection against her belly.

  “You know exactly what I meant, Jackson.”

  “Do you want to fuck that wolf?”

  “Jackson—”

  “Answer me!”

  “I’m not going to give you any reason to attack Harley.”

  “He wanted to fuck you. He still does.”

  “You’re mistaken. It’s the mating instinct, Jackson. You have to fight it.”

  “Did you ever fuck him, Bella?”

  “Did you ever fuck Mary Ann, Jackson?” she countered.

  His grip on her arms loosened slightly.

  “That’s different.”

  “Oh, really? Please explain to me, wise one, how is it different?”

  “We—well, for one thing I’m a male. I have needs that need to be fulfilled.”

  Izzy laughed.

  “Well I have needs too, and don’t you worry your pretty little head, Jackson, dear, because I take care of my needs.”

  “Not with him, you won’t.”

  “While I’m in this Godforsaken Pack, I won’t. But all bets are off once I leave.”

  “NO!” he growled. “You’re not leaving me.”

  Izzy gaped at him.

  “Jackson, what are you talking about? You know this can’t work between us. I killed your brother, remember? Besides, you want little Miss Perfect.”

  “Why do you have to keep reminding me?”

  “Because you’re letting your wolf control you. I’m trying to talk some sense into you.” He released her arms, hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted her, spreading her legs so he could press his erection directly against her crotch.

  “I know what I want. Both man and wolf agree. We want to fuck you. You will stay here with me and give me a houseful of pups.”

  He groaned as he rubbed against her.

  “You arrogant asshole! What about what I want?”

  “Your wolf wants mine, Bella. Your body aches for mine.” He sniffed, inhaling deeply. “I can scent your arousal,” he shared as his wolf eyes flashed brightly.

  Izzy’s arousal w
afted around him and he ground his hips into her.

  “Put me down, right now, Jackson,” she commanded.

  Reluctantly, he obeyed. He set her down gently but stood near her, crowding her. His wolf needed her near. Needed her naked and under him.

  She pushed his chest and he stepped back.

  “Strip for me, Bella.”

  “Did you not hear a single word I just said?”

  “Why are you fighting the mating instinct, Bella?”

  “Why are you giving in to it?”

  “Because....” Jackson took a deep breath. Because his wolf wanted to mark her, to claim her so no other wolf would want to fuck her.

  “Because?”

  She gave him a moment to answer. When he didn’t, she offered her own explanation

  “Because you saw Harley hug me and it made your wolf crazy. Your animal wants to mark me as yours so other males will stay away. I’m not your fucking property. Control your animal and get over it!”

  Irritated by his behavior, she bent down to retrieve her box of envelopes and marker.

  “I’m not sharing you, Bella,” Jackson stated quietly.

  “Stop calling me that!”

  “Why?”

  “Because...everyone else calls me ‘Izzy’. So just call me ‘Izzy’.”

  “I’m not ‘everyone else,’ Bella. I’m your mate. I’m entitled to...certain things.”

  “Entitled? To what, exactly?”

  Izzy demanded as her wolf eyes flashed angrily.

  “As your mate, I’m entitled to call you what I want, my sweet Bella.”

  She growled.

  “As your mate, I’m entitled to fuck you whenever I wish, my sweet Bella.”

  Her wolf claws extended.

  “Try it,” she dared.

  Jackson unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his zipper down and pulled out his painfully engorged cock. He stroked himself gently while she watched.

  “Don’t you want to touch me, Bella? Don’t you want me to touch you? Don’t you want to feel this—” He slid his hand to the base of his cock, pointing it at her. “—inside of you?”

  Izzy swallowed and took a step back, away from Jackson and his tempting cock. She glanced around, trying to focus on something, anything else. But her eyes couldn’t leave his tempting cock. His skin was lightly tanned and it looked so smooth, her fingers itched to touch him. She licked her lips and Jackson groaned.

  “Ah, that mouth! I’d love to feel your mouth on my cock, Bella,” he shared. “Get on your knees and suck my cock, Bella.”

  He stroked himself and she raised a brow at his suggestion.

  “Why don’t you get on your knees and....”

  She blushed as she realized what she had been about to say. Jackson noted the blush on her cheeks and grinned.

  “Does my mate want me to taste her? I will happily do so.”

  He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and boxers. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the sofa.

  “I—I—um...that’s ah, not-not necessary.”

  What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I stuttering?

  “I will do as my mate commands,” Jackson responded.

  Before she could protest, Jackson picked her up and carried her to their bed. He set her down on one side and demanded, “Take off your shoes.”

  “Jackson—”

  “Off.”

  Izzy allowed him to take the box of envelopes and marker from her. She removed her shoes and socks then crossed her arms across her chest. Jackson chuckled and pushed her gently so she fell backward onto the bed. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. He slid her panties down and off, tossing them on the floor behind him.

  “Spread your legs for me, Bella.”

  “Jackson, this isn’t a good idea,” she protested.

  Izzy moved, arranging herself so she was kneeling on the bed in front of him. “In fact, it’s a horrible idea.”

  Jackson slipped his left hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. His lips pressed against hers and she laid her arms on his shoulders, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck. As his tongue invaded her soft mouth, his right hand moved between her legs. His fingers lightly rubbed against her curls as he sought her clit. Finding it, he rubbed her clit back and forth gently.

  “Jackson...,” Izzy panted as she slid her hands over his chest.

  “Yes, my sweet Bella?”

  “Jackson you have to stop this. I’m not Mary—OH!” she exclaimed as he slid a finger inside her. He withdrew it slowly before pushing back in, watching her face carefully. Izzy’s eyes dilated and she bit her lip to keep from groaning.

  “I would never mistake you for her, Bella. You’re mine.”

  She clutched his arms and moved her hips against his finger, increasing the pace.

  “Jaack-son,” she moaned.

  He withdrew his fingers and pulled off her shirt. Shaking, she unhooked her bra and tossed it next to her shirt on the chest at the foot of their bed.

  Jackson palmed her breast, rubbing his thumb against her nipple while placing tiny kisses along her shoulder and neck. He bit her neck gently then sucked on the same spot, causing her to arch her body into his. Izzy’s hand caressed his cock and she stroked him gently while his other hand squeezed her bottom.

  “This is madness, Jackson. We...we need to stop.”

  Yet she couldn’t stop touching him. His cock in her hand was thick and smooth, soft yet deliciously hard and she ached for him. She wanted to feel him inside her, needed her scent all over him so he would be off limits to all other females.

  “You mean you don’t want me to do this?”

  He lowered his head and captured her erect nipple in his mouth. His hot mouth sucked tightly while his tongue swirled around her nipple. His fingers stroked her clit before sliding into her silky sheath. Izzy groaned and gave in to her need. The mating instinct was too powerful to fight.

  “On the bed now, Jackson,” Izzy suddenly commanded.

  Without hesitation, Jackson withdrew his fingers, climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his back. In seconds, Izzy was over him, straddling him. She held his cock as she slid him inside her, groaning at the sensation.

  Izzy rode him at a fast pace until he held her hips still. He sat up and pulled her up slightly so he could suck on her nipples. She sat down, sliding him back into her. She tried to rock back and forth on him, but he flipped her onto her back.

  Jackson looked at his mate pinned under him and growled with pleasure. His mate was finally in his bed, naked and under him. Her soft silky channel caressed his cock and he thrust deeply, earning a gasp of pleasure from his mate.

  Jackson thrust at exactly the right angle to hit a sensitive bundle of nerves and Izzy called out, “Yes!”

  Eyes gleaming, Jackson thrust again and Izzy again cried out “Yes!”

  “Mine,” Jackson declared as he thrust again.

  “Yes!”

  “You’re mine to fuck whenever I want.”

  Thrust.

  “Yes!...What? No, NO!”

  Jackson froze.

  “No? Do you want me to stop Bella?”

  “What? No, it feels incredible. Don’t stop.”

  She moved her hips, trying to get him to move again, but Jackson stayed still.

  “You refuse my claim?”

  “I...Jackson, this can’t work between us. Thor? Mary Ann?”

  “Mary Ann doesn’t matter anymore, mate. Who I fucked before I met you no longer matters.”

  She looked at him in surprise. He caressed her face with his thumb, lightly tracing a scar.

  “You’re beautiful to me, Isabella. More beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen.”

  He kissed her gently on the lips.

  “I don’t want to know about the wolves you fucked before me, Bella.”

  He shifted, thrusting slowly and deeply. Unfortunately, this time he missed the bundle of nerves and Izzy wanted to scream wit
h frustration.

  “They no longer matter, Bella, because I am your mate.”

  He continued thrusting slowly, purposely tormenting her.

  “From now on, I will be the only wolf that fucks you.”

  He thrust deeply and Izzy groaned.

  “Whether or not you accept my claim, you’re still mine.”

  Izzy fought her instincts, but some primal force deep inside her reacted to his words and her womb clenched tightly.

  “And I will fuck you when I wish, my sweet Bella.”

  He thrust deeply once more before rolling suddenly, placing her on top of him.

  Izzy looked down at Jackson, completely baffled. He just said he would fuck her whenever he wanted yet he gave up control, allowing her to be on top. Didn’t he realize she could just climb off him and end this...dalliance?

  “What have you decided, Bella?...Going to fuck me today or not?”

  “I...haven’t yet decided,” she responded, confused.

  “Decide soon, Baby, because I’m so hard, it’s beginning to hurt.”

  “Why...why are you giving me a choice?”

  “Because we’re mates, Bella.”

  He reached up to caress her face.

  “Even if we weren’t, I would never force you. I’m not like Thor.”

  Ah, so that’s what this is about.

  Izzy saw the sincerity in his warm brown eyes and she leaned over, sliding her hands along his belly, up to his chest. Lying on top of him, she lowered her head, kissing him gently. His large hand massaged her neck while his other hand slid down her back and gripped her ass tightly.

  “Fuck me, Bella,” he said softly and she did.

  Izzy sat up and rode Jackson at a fast pace. He held her hips with one thumb pressed against her clit. She rode him faster and faster as he stroked her clit at an increasing pace.

  Izzy felt her body start to tingle as she clenched around him. Unable to stop himself, he flipped her on her back and thrust deeply, hitting a special bundle of nerves. Izzy cried out “Jaaackson!” as her channel tightened around him repeatedly and immense pleasure radiated throughout her body. Jackson continued to thrust into his mate until he emptied his seed inside her. With a grunt and a final thrust, Jackson dropped onto his mate, nearly crushing her. He managed to roll on his back and tuck his right arm under his head. He turned to Bella, reaching for her with his other hand. She rolled next to him, placing her head on his chest and stroked the scars along his belly. He held her close to him, saying nothing while they recovered from their intense lovemaking.