Savannah felt her heart start to thump faster. She could not deny she felt a strong attraction to Justin the moment she saw him, even in spite of disrupting her ceremony. Because she shared the Familiar bond with his wolf half, she experienced a powerful attachment to him…but she also found herself drawn to his human side. That’s why she did not resist when he leaned down suddenly and kissed her.
It started slow, just the press and slide of lips. Justin coaxed her to open up with the tip of his tongue and with a sigh Savannah complied. She felt one of his hands slide down around her waist and pull her up close to his lean, hard body. She raised her arms and wound them around his neck as he sealed his mouth over hers.
Desire continued to build at a rapid pace. Savannah did not protest when Justin’s hand found its way inside her shirt. She inhaled softly as he cupped her breast, kneading it as her nipple hardened against his palm. She arched into it with a groan. It had been at least three years since she had been touched by a man, a brief reunion with a college friend that started off as just meeting for coffee and wound up in a quick fuck in the back seat of his minivan. He had been separated from his wife at the time, but had since reconciled. She had liked him, but only on a surface level, so she had considered herself lucky that it never went beyond that. Scratching an itch, she told herself. That’s all it was.
The same could not be said about right now. Savannah gasped when Justin pulled her shirt off over her head and bent to suckle at her tits. He pressed his face into them, held one up against his cheek while tonguing and lightly biting the nipple on the other. “Oh, yeah, baby,” she murmured. “You get those titties.” She could feel heat gathering between her legs, her panties growing damp with excitement. She dug her fingers into his soft, dark blond hair and cooed. She loved having her breasts fondled and she could tell Justin enjoyed it just as much. Boy was never properly weaned, she thought. Lucky me…
She felt him reach up under her skirt, stroking her through her underwear before hooking the waistband with his thumbs and tugging them down. Her panties dropped to her ankles and she kicked them off, spreading her legs as she gave him better access. She pressed her open mouth against his shoulder when his fingers teased her clit. “Oh God, baby,” she breathed, her hips bucking against his hand. “You’re gonna make me come!”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice low and rough with hunger. “But not like this.” He withdrew his hand and she could feel him fumbling around, then heard the telltale sound of a zipper being lowered. Stooping slightly, he hooked her behind the knees and lifted her off her feet with ease, as though she weighed nothing. Savannah reached between their bodies and found his cock, now freed from his jeans, thick and hot and ready for her. “Guide me in,” he told her, and she nodded and brought him to her slick entrance. The moment she had him in position he surged up, filling her in one smooth, hard stroke.
Savannah cried out. She grabbed onto the counter behind her with one hand to brace herself and his shoulder with the other. Her head dropped back and her tits bounced heavily with every quick, deep thrust. “Yes!” she wailed. “Yes, yes, yes!” Justin kept pounding into her, mouth hovering at her throat, panting and growling. Savannah grabbed his face and brought their lips together again, needing his kiss.
It did not take long for either of them to reach climax. Savannah didn’t know if it had something to do with the fact that she hadn’t been with a man in so long – after all, she had a few toys in her bedside drawer and she knew how to take care of herself – or if it could be contributed to their bond. She just knew that she could feel that delicious molten pressure building up, making her whole body quiver starting at her thighs and working its way up through her belly. She whined, her hips jerking, and then with a shout she let go. Justin, likewise, continued to slam into her at that near-frantic pace, his fingers digging into the backs of her thighs as he spread her legs wider and pushed her up against the counter to hold her in place. His cock throbbed inside her and he grunted, breath hitching, until he had emptied out completely.
In the aftermath, both of them panting, Justin pushed his mouth up against Savannah’s in a sloppy kiss. “Can you stand?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. I think.” She felt him ease out and then lowered her until she felt the cool linoleum under her bare feet once more. Savannah’s legs felt weak but otherwise she managed to remain upright.
“You good?” he asked.
She let out a soft laugh. “Yeah. I’m good. I’m…yeah.” In truth, she was better than good. Sweaty, her shirt rucked up over her tits, her pussy well-fucked –
“Aw, shit,” Savannah muttered, pressing her hand to her forehead before pushing her hair back from her face. She looked up at Justin. “We just had unprotected sex.”
“Don’t worry,” he said with a smug smile. He tucked his cock away and zipped up his jeans. “Werewolves don’t get sexually-transmitted diseases. We don’t get them, and we can’t spread them.” He winked. “You’re safe.”
A wave of relief washed over Savannah and she huffed out a sigh. “Good to know.” Not more than twenty minutes ago, she had been feeling bad about herself and her situation. Then Justin told her she was beautiful, and desirable, and he backed those words up with actions. Now, Savannah felt empowered, like she could take on any problem. And she knew where she had to start. “So,” she said. “I guess we should get to work, now.”
Justin gave her a puzzled frown. “’Get to work?’”
“Yeah.” She looked at him and smiled. “I’m going to help prove your innocence.”
Chapter Twelve
“What did you call this, again?” Justin asked. He sat on the edge of Savannah’s bed, watching as she walked around the room lighting candles.
“Astral projection,” she replied. “It’s kind of like going into a trance. My spirit will leave my body but I’ll still be alive, just in a state of multi-level awareness. I can only do it for a few minutes at a time. If I don’t return to my body, I could discorporate.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means my body will go into a coma and eventually die, because my spirit can’t get back in.” She lit a stick of incense and set it in a bowl fashioned from a large seashell. Dimming the lights, she climbed onto the bed and reached for a digital timer on the nightstand. “I’m setting this for ten minutes. If I don’t wake up on my own when this goes off, I need you to bring me back. Call my name, shake me, whatever it takes to pull me back in. Okay?”
Justin nodded. “Got it.”
She stretched out on her back. “I have no idea where I’m going, so I’m going to have to use you as my guide.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Just hold my hand and think about the place where your father died. The physical contact will give me focus.”
“Oh, you know I like getting physical with you,” he said with a sly smile. She snorted and gave his knee a light, admonishing shove, which made him laugh. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” Smiling, Justin gathered her hand in his. As he linked their fingers together, his brow furrowed. “What exactly are you looking for?”
“Anything to prove you didn’t kill your father.” Savannah settled in and gave his hand a squeeze. “Wish me luck.”
As Justin watched, Savannah closed her eyes. She began to breathe deeply and evenly. All the tension left her body. Even her grip on his hand relaxed but their fingers remained entwined. Her dark, curly hair fanned out around her head on the pillow like a black halo. Her long lashes rested on the smooth rounds of her cheeks and her lips parted slightly. She really is beautiful, Justin thought, gazing down at her in wonder. I’ve lived in the Chicago area all my life. I used to come down to this side of town all the time when I was younger, but I never knew she existed – not until last night. He looked at their joined hands, hers small and soft in the protective cradle of his larger palm, brown contrasting with white. Over the past few years, his werewolf libido had kicked into overdrive with the need to find a mate an
d breed. But it had to be the right mate, someone from his race who would become his partner for life or what his people referred to as “The One.” Of course, Justin had resisted, uninterested in the women of his species, and instead sought out Human women for gratification. He had been with so many; some he never bothered to learn their names.
But now, one name seemed to ring in his mind: Savannah. Her name conjured images of African veldts, exotic and beautiful and wild. It suits her, Justin thought, smiling. All day long in the restaurant, Justin could not take his eyes off her. When Savannah had come under attack by her sisters, Justin had turned protective, filled with the need to defend her. I could feel her pain, too…the fear and worry and worthlessness. And when he took her in the kitchen just an hour ago, it had been the most incredibly satisfying sex he had ever experienced.
Is she The One?
Or was it this whole Familiar thing making him feel this way? You just met twenty-four hours ago, he reminded himself. And don’t forget where you were, before that. Now, Savannah was willing to risk her life to help him. What if she can’t? The Pack is still going to come looking for me. He considered his original plan to leave Chicago and hide out in the mountains in Colorado. This time, however, he thought about asking Savannah to go with him. Her sisters want to take this place from her – maybe we should both go somewhere else and make a new start.
The timer went off, the soft electronic beep making Justin jump in surprise. He reached over to turn it off. “Savannah?” He wrapped both hands around hers and bent to press his lips to her knuckles. “Come on, baby. Wake up.”
He watched her eyes track under their lids before her lashes fluttered open. He smiled. “Welcome back,” he said. “How did it go?”
“Good – I think.” She freed her hand from his and rubbed her temples. “I was in a room, like a library. There were shelves full of books, and a fireplace, and antique furniture.”
“Dad’s study,” Justin said. He had not described the room to Savannah before she began, so for her to get that much right surprised him. “What else did you see?”
“Well, I didn’t get much of a chance.” She pushed herself up in a sitting position. “These two guys came in – I recognized one of them, he was one of the men who got into a car that stopped out in front of the restaurant last night. I heard them say they had to ‘hurry up and find it,’ whatever ‘it’ was. Then they started to look around on the floor, moving furniture and searching under it.” She shook her head. “I don’t know if the found what they were looking for, I had to leave.” She pushed her hair back from her face. “But I did hear one of them say that if anyone else found the thing, ‘they’d know the truth.’”
Justin’s brows came together at this. “What do you think they were talking about? ‘The truth?’ What, like the truth about who really killed my dad?”
“That’s what I figured,” Savannah said. She sighed. “I need to go back. I have to know what they were after, and see if they found it.”
She started to lie back again but Justin caught her shoulder. “Maybe you should wait,” he said. “You’ve been working all day, you look exhausted.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Wow – listen to me. Dad used to tell me I wasn’t capable of caring about anyone but myself, and yet here I am, worried about you endangering yourself on my behalf.”
Smiling, Savannah reached up and placed her palm against his cheek. “With respect to your dad, he was wrong about you. You’re a good person, Justin.” She glanced around. “The wards on this property protect against anyone bad getting in.”
He smirked. “What about your sisters?”
She waved off the question. “Ceara and Tynice aren’t evil. They were just hurt at a real young age and it planted bitter seeds in their hearts. You know that old saying about ‘killing with kindness?’ I’m good to them because I hold out hope that one day they’d change.”
“Well,” Justin said, bemused, “Dad thought I could never change, and I did.” He found her hand and gripped it gently. “I want you to take a break, though. Get some rest, and try that – what did you call it? – astral projection thing again, later.”
Savannah wet her lips, sucking the lower one between her teeth. “Maybe you can rest with me,” she suggested, and patted the spot beside her.
The husky timbre of her voice made Justin perk up. A grin stretched across his face. “If I lie down with you,” he said, “I don’t think either of us is going to get much rest.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Savannah smiled impishly. She walked her fingers up the front of his shirt and twisted up a fistful of his collar before dragging him in for a kiss.
Justin let out a soft laugh but still allowed himself to be pulled close and was more than happy to kiss those voluptuous lips. Savannah leaned back and he followed her down. He felt her arms and legs wrap around him as he stretched out on top of her, her body so plush beneath him. Her tongue welcomed his, her fingers threading through his hair.
What happened earlier in the kitchen had been rushed, an urgency driven by primal need. Now, Justin wanted to take his time. He wanted to pleasure this amazing woman, to savor every moment with her. He sat up long enough to strip off his shirt and throw it aside. Savannah seemed to appreciate the view, her eyes widening slightly before her hands pressed against the hard muscle of his chest. She followed the path of his body hair down to the button on his jeans, taking the initiative to get them open.
Justin got her to sit up long enough to remove her shirt, leaving them both topless. He stroked her breast, cupped it and lifted it to his mouth. His tongue swirled around her small, dark brown nipples before his lips closed on it. He could tell by the change in her breathing that she liked this. She arched her back, wordlessly begging for the attention he was only too happy to give.
Shedding the rest of their clothes, they returned to trading lazy, wet kisses. Justin followed the curve of her hip and skimmed over her thigh to stroke the damp, wiry curls of her bush. She spread for him and he eased two fingers inside while his thumb rubbed her clit. Her scent drew him down; abandoning her mouth, he shifted to lie between her legs, her thighs framing his head as he buried his nose in her pussy. “God, you smell incredible,” he moaned. He parted the folds with his tongue and she gasped. She tasted just as good, her juices sweet to his palate. He could hear her whimpering. Glancing up, he saw her head twisting against the pillows. He smiled. Yeah, woman, he thought, I can make you feel good…the way you deserve to feel. Her hips began to rock, humping against his mouth. He felt her nails dig into his scalp as she gripped his hair, her whimpers turning into short, desperate yelps.
“Yes, baby,” she whined under her breath. “Ooh, yes, ooh, yeah…” Savannah’s body quivered and her legs opened and closed around Justin’s head as she fought the urge to clamp them together tight. He pressed his hands up under her knees and held them apart while carrying her right over the edge with his very agile tongue. Savannah wailed and jerked, but she could not escape. Her sobs of pleasure morphed into bubbling peals of laughter wrapped around a string of breathless obscenities. “Fuck – oh, you shit – you gorgeous, dirty, hot bastard!”
Justin started to chuckle. Lifting his head, he licked his lips and grinned up at her. “I’ll have you know, my parents were married,” he said. He released her legs and crawled up to lie beside her. “I’m just going to assume that’s your way of saying, ‘you really know how to eat pussy like a connoisseur.’”
“In so many words,” she replied, her chest still heaving. She gazed at him, her lips curved in a satiated smile. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
He shrugged and propped his head on his hand. “I never liked being predictable.”
“Likewise,” she said. Rolling toward him, she kissed his lips, not seeming to mind at all that they tasted of her. Justin had to give her props for that, recalling how many of the other Human women he’d been with would always turn away when he tried to get a kiss after going down on them.
Savannah began to make her way down along his body, taking a moment to tease his nipples which made him yip in surprise. His eyes slid shut and he groaned. “Oh, that’s…yeah, that’s nice…I like that.” He could feel her kissing a path down his abs. He knew right away where this was going, and his nearly-erect cock nodded in expectation. He gripped a handful of Savannah’s hair, the coarse curls twining around his fingers. He sprawled on his back when one of her hands closed around his shaft and gave it a few long, slow strokes. Justin hummed in appreciation a moment later the instant he felt her lips brush the sensitive tip. “Aw, yeah,” he sighed, as her tongue traced the vein that ran his length. “Come on, baby,” he rumbled. “Don’t tease me.”
“Oh, I won’t.” She tossed her head and turned so she could look up at him with those spellbinding green eyes. Maintaining visual contact, she drew him into her mouth, her full lips stretched to accommodate his girth. She swallowed him down slowly, taking him as deep as she could.
Justin could feel the press of her tongue against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, watching her pull up while sucking. Her fist moved in counterpoint, throwing in the occasional twist. Justin reached down and cupped her jaw. As good as it felt, and as much as he wanted to find out if she would spit or swallow, he had a more overpowering desire to be buried inside her again – and not in her mouth. “Savannah,” he croaked. “I need…”
She pulled off, her lips dripping with saliva and precum. “I know,” she replied. “Me, too.” Rising to her knees, she crawled up over him, straddling his hips. She smiled as she rubbed her pussy against his erection before lining up. Justin couldn’t resist thrusting up to meet her when she sank down onto him. Her pussy was still wet from her previous orgasm. Savannah moaned softly as she took him in to the root.
Justin held her hips as she began to ride him. She started with a steady, easy gait, rocking forward and back. She leaned over him, hands splayed on his chest for support. Her tits bounced heavily as she picked up speed. Justin sat up. Wrapping his arms around Savannah’s middle, he nuzzled her breasts and licked the sweat gathering between them. One of his hands dropped down to caress and clutch her ass.
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