Jagers Mate rp-2

by Marisa Chenery

  Jager chuckled. “Even though you aren’t a female werewolf, you are feeling some kind of effect of the mating urge. You’re not meant to be able to resist me. It just means I’m yours.”

  She audibly ground her teeth together. “You aren’t mine. And I’m not yours.” When he nodded that he was, Daylen shook her head. “For Christ’s sake, we just met. There is no possible way you can have that kind of strong feelings for me. You know nothing about who I am as a person. What you’re feeling is just a good case of lust, nothing more.”

  Jager tapped his nose. “This told me you were the one I’ve been waiting for.”

  Daylen gave him a look that said she thought he’d lost it. “Your nose? Your nose told you I was the one?”

  “One whiff of your scent and I knew. Plus having my mating urge kick in helped as well.” Jager bent his head closer to Daylen’s while he spoke. He didn’t miss the way her breath caught the closer he came.

  With her gaze locked on his mouth, Daylen said, “What…what exactly is your mating urge?”

  He dropped one of his hands to her bottom and squeezed while he held her more firmly against him. “Every male werewolf goes through the mating urge when he finally finds his mate. It will ride me hard until I’ve taken you.”

  “Taken me?” Daylen’s words came out in a husky whisper.

  “Yes, taken you. Make love to you until you know there will be no other man in your life but me. It’s also the reason why I’ve been walking around with an almost constant hard-on since I met you. I ache for you. And I won’t find any relief from the mating urge until I’ve claimed you.”

  At his words, a rosy flush filled Daylen’s cheeks and her lips parted slightly. When the tip of her tongue came out and licked her bottom lip, Jager knew he’d reached the end of his control. With a groan of need, he closed the distance between their mouths and took her lips in a gentle, languid kiss.

  Daylen moaned, then mumbled against his lips, “More. Kiss me harder.”

  She sighed when he increased the pressure of his lips and pushed his tongue inside her mouth. Passion flared between them as he stroked her tongue with his. Dropping his other hand to her bottom, he kneaded both cheeks while he ground his cock against her.

  The need to take her, to lower her to the floor and sink his cock deep inside her pussy beat at him, but Jager held it in check. He would take his time with Daylen, make it so she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Keeping his grip on her ass, Jager picked Daylen off her feet and lifted her onto the bed. He slowly lowered her onto her back on the mattress. He followed her down and moved to lay stretched out on top of her.

  Daylen squirmed beneath him and jerked her head to the side. “Take the damn handcuffs off, Jager. I want to touch you.”

  “Not yet,” he said as he lifted off her and moved to her side. His hand took hold of the waistband of her yoga pants and started to push them down past her hips. “I have to taste you again. Then I’ll free you.”

  Once he had her pants down her legs, he slipped off her running shoes and socks before he pulled her pants the rest of the way off. He moved to kneel at her side and ran a caressing hand down the flat plane of her stomach. Daylen’s hips lifted off the mattress in invitation to touch more of her.

  Not sure how much longer he could hold himself back, Jager eased her panties down her legs and off. He quickly went to lie on the bed between her legs, his shoulders spreading them even farther apart. A low growl pushed past his lips as the scent of her arousal filled his lungs with each breath he took. His cock jerked inside his jeans when he bent his head and dragged his tongue along her sex.

  Daylen started to pant. “Jager. Please.”

  He gently blew against her clit, which caused Daylen to moan. “I know, baby. I know exactly what you want.”

  Jager bent his head and licked her pussy, lapping up her juices as her body wept for him. Stiffening his tongue, he pushed it inside her slick opening as Daylen’s hips rose off the bed. The little sounds she made as he pleasured her had Jager about ready to explode in his pants. He circled her clit with his tongue before he sucked on it. Daylen’s cries rose in volume.

  Sensing it wouldn’t take much to push Daylen into a climax, Jager moved from between her legs and went to stand at the side of the bed. Daylen whimpered in response.

  Looking down at her, knowing his eyes had to be mutedly glowing, Jager held her gaze as he lifted his shirt and yanked it over his head. He then reached inside the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out the key to the handcuffs. Daylen quickly rolled onto her stomach.

  With quick motions, Jager undid each cuff and put them and the key on the bedside table. Now free, Daylen knelt on the bed and yanked her top and bra off. Moving closer to him, she reached for his jeans and undid them.

  “My turn to taste you,” she said as she pushed his jeans over his hips and down his legs.

  Jager kicked off his shoes before he stepped out his jeans and kicked them aside. He growled deep inside his chest as Daylen ran her hands down his sides to his hipbones. His cock bobbed at the intense way she gazed at it. The feel of her fingertips gently caressing his length brought another growl out of him.

  Daylen inched closer on the bed and wrapped her hand around his shaft. Panting as if he’d just run a marathon, Jager silently watched her tongue come out and circle the head of his cock. He fisted his hands at his sides to stop himself from pushing her flat on her back on the bed.

  His eyes just about rolled back in his head as Daylen opened her mouth and took his cock inside it. The feel of her lips closing around him while she sucked on him had Jager moaning. Lost in a haze of arousal, he watched Daylen pleasure him. His cock hardened even more. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last if he let her continue for much longer, but it felt incredibly good.

  Unable to stand any more, Jager pulled free of her grip. He pushed her back on the bed and climbed onto the mattress. He followed Daylen as she shifted to the middle of the bed and then pulled him to her. Jager settled between her spread thighs. Her wetness coated his cock when he slid the tip of it inside Daylen’s pussy.

  “Look at me, Daylen,” he said as he held himself above her.

  Daylen opened her eyes and lifted her gaze to his. “Your eyes are glowing again,”

  she said softly.

  “I know. You make them glow.”

  Holding her gaze, Jager surged forward and sheathed his cock deep inside her with one thrust. He growled low in his throat as he started to move inside Daylen. With his weight resting on his bent elbows, he surged in and out of her. At first, he kept the pace slow and steady, but when Daylen held onto his biceps, wrapping her legs around his waist to take him deeper, he rode her faster.

  As his orgasm inched closer, Jager felt the mating bond start to form between him and Daylen. A part of his soul reached out for hers. He knew the instant Daylen felt it and when her soul reached for his. Her eyes widened. They both moaned as their souls joined and became one. An intense wave of pleasure washed through his body with the knowledge that Daylen was now forever his.

  Taking her harder, faster, Jager pumped his hips between her legs. He felt the first flutter of Daylen’s orgasm ripple along the length of his cock. He fought to hold his back, wanting to watch her as she found her pleasure. Daylen’s hands tightened on his biceps, and she arched into him as her pussy rhythmically clutched at his shaft.

  Before it ended, he put his hand around the back of her neck and lifted her head so her mouth came to rest low on his neck where it met his shoulder. He felt the point of no return rushing up to meet him. “Bite me, Daylen,” he said through gritted teeth.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Do it,” he panted. “Mark me as yours.” When she nuzzled his neck, Jager groaned.

  “Hurry. I want to feel your teeth on me as I come inside you.”

  Daylen nipped his skin. Still working his cock in and out, he pushed her mouth closer. Her teeth bit down harder, enough to break the skin
. With a loud howl, Jager surged into her one final time. His cock pulsed deep inside her pussy, filling her with his cum.

  Once the last wave hit him, he released her neck and let her lay back down on the bed. Jager collapsed on top of Daylen with his head in the crook of her neck. The hard length of his cock remained buried inside her pussy.

  Daylen ran her hands up and down his back. “You came, and you’re still hard.”

  He rocked his hips into her. “I know. I can keep it that way for hours, no matter how many times I come. It’s a male werewolf trait.”

  “I’m not complaining,” Daylen said. She then let out a small moan when he almost pulled free of her body only to sheath himself to the hilt once more. “Again?”

  “Again,” he said. Jager rubbed his cheek against one of Daylen’s taut nipples. He then sucked it into his mouth. Once he had her squirming beneath him, he lifted his head.

  “This time I want to take you as a wolf would take his mate.”

  Pulling out of her, he urged Daylen onto her hands and knees. He grasped her hips to hold her in position. Before he sank his hard cock back inside her warm wetness, he rubbed the tip of it against her clit. Daylen rocked back, trying to take him as he pushed into her.

  She took him deeper in this position. Her inner muscles gripped his shaft in a tight fist as he moved in and out. Daylen rocked back in time with his strokes. He pounded into her while his cock hardened even more. Jager felt their mating bond grow more solid, drawing them emotionally closer together. The knowledge that Daylen was his had another climax building inside him. He pumped his hips faster as Daylen let out a whimpered moan. Her pussy fisted around his cock, milking him, as she started to come once more. Jager pumped into her once, twice, then he too found his release.

  Satiated, feeling more content than he’d ever felt before, he pulled his still erect cock out of Daylen and took her in his arms. He moved to his back and got her to lie on her side with her head pillowed on his chest. With the mating urge no longer digging its claws into him, Jager let his eyes drift shut. He’d let them sleep for a while, but there was still a lot of the night left to love Daylen, and he was going to put it to good use.

  * * *

  Daylen must have dozed off, because when she opened her eyes again the room was in shadowed darkness. Moonlight spilled in through the open curtains of the room’s only window. She turned her head so she could look up at Jager from where she lay snuggled against his side. His eyes were closed, and his chest moved with his even breathing. Even though there wasn’t much light to see by, her eyes had adjusted enough to the dark so she could see most of Jager’s features. He was so good-looking he almost took her breath away.

  To look at him, you would never guess Jager was a werewolf. He looked like a normal man, be it an exceptionally good-looking one with a killer body. Now that she had made love to him, the fact that he was a werewolf didn’t bother as much as it had in the beginning. Even when she’d seen his eyes mutedly glowing while he had taken her, she’d found they only increased Jager’s sexiness.

  And making love to him hadn’t been like any of the other encounters she’d had with other men. Yes, Jager was great in bed, he’d made her just about mindless with his kisses and touch, but something else had passed between them. It was something she’d never experienced in another man’s bed before. It had almost seemed as if a part of him had reached for a part of her. When they’d touched and joined together, Daylen had been filled with a sense of rightness, as if she really hadn’t been complete until that moment.

  Daylen also found herself drawn to Jager more than she had before. She was more than content just to lay snuggled beside him while he slept. All the reasons why she should push him away seemed to fly out the window. One bout of mind-blowing sex and she felt closer to Jager than she’d ever allowed herself to be with a man. And she’d only known him for a couple of days. But, during that time, he’d turned her life upside down and had her acting out of character.

  She suddenly stiffened when another thought came to her. “Oh, shit!” she said out loud before she could stop herself.

  Jager jerked awake and looked around the room. “What? What’s the matter?”

  Daylen moved out of his embrace and sat up. “We didn’t use any protection. What kind of cop am I? I’m on the pill, but we still should have used a condom.”

  “Is that all?” Jager asked as he once more relaxed next to her. “Don’t worry about it.

  We didn’t need one.”

  “I beg to differ.”

  Jager sighed. “There’s no reason to get upset. Werewolves can’t get HIV or STDs, and I can’t smell any of those sicknesses on you either. And, even if you did have any of them, you wouldn’t be able to pass it on to me.”

  “You can actually smell when someone is ill?”

  “Yes.” He pulled her back into his arms.

  She allowed him to tuck her head under his chin. “And you can’t ever get HIV or an STD?”

  “No. Werewolves never get sick, literally. Only mortals have that weakness.”

  Daylen tried to pull away so she could look at him, but Jager easily held her in place.

  “Mortals? What do you mean by that? They way you talk you would think werewolves are immortal.”

  Jager yawned largely. “Almost, but not quite.” He hooked the blankets with his feet and pulled them over them. “Go back to sleep. I want to rest a little while longer then I’m going to make love to you again and again and again.”

  A small thrill went through Daylen at his words. She closed her eyes, but sleep eluded her. Werewolves are almost immortal? What exactly had she gotten herself into?

  Chapter Nine

  The sound of someone pounding on the bedroom door brought Jager and Daylen awake at the same time. Daylen blinked at the bright light and lifted her head so she could see the digital clock on the bedside table next to Jager’s side of the bed. It was just after eleven-thirty. Considering Jager and she had made love most of the night, she wasn’t surprised to find they had slept almost through the entire morning.

  The loud banging on the door resumed until Jager shouted, “Whoever is out there had better have a good reason for waking us up.”

  A woman’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Oh, I have a very good reason. Kye told me what you did last night. Now open this door and let me see what damage you’ve done.”

  “Aw, Christ,” Jager said under his breath. He then said louder, “Roxie, go downstairs. Just give us a few minutes to get dressed and then you can commence with your reaming out.”

  There was a few seconds of silence, then Roxie said, “Fine, I’ll be downstairs, but don’t keep me waiting too long.”

  So the infamous Roxie who wanted Jager to follow her rules had shown up. Daylen was more than a little curious to meet her. Since Jager and Kye both thought Roxie would give Jager crap for pulling the stunt in bringing her here, Roxie obviously had some control over the men.

  Jager threw back the covers and got out of bed. He stretched, giving Daylen a nice few of his tight ass. He turned and gave her a smile that said he knew she’d been staring.

  “You might as well use the bathroom first while I get dressed. If we don’t get downstairs in what Roxie thinks is a fair amount of time, she’ll only come pounding on the door again.”

  “What is Roxie to you? Is she a relation of yours?”

  Jager snorted. “No. She’s more like my boss. She rules over all the werewolf packs.”

  “So she’s like your queen or something?”

  “Not a queen. There are no royal families in werewolf society. Roxie’s just special.

  She’s the foretold one. She also can do things a normal werewolf can’t. Being the foretold one also puts her at risk of being used as a figurehead if an unscrupulous werewolf ever got his or her hands on her. That’s where my sister, brothers and I come in. We’re Roxie’s Protectors.”

  Daylen ran an appreciative gaze over the front of
Jager. The sight of his naked body made her wish they could stay in bed. The man hadn’t lied when he said he could keep an erection after coming over and over again.

  Jerking her gaze back up to Jager’s face, she said, “So you and your family are her bodyguards? And why do you sometimes call them your brothers-or sister-in-arms at times and just brothers and sister at others?”

  “I guess we’re closer to being bodyguards than anything else. We’ve trained for centuries waiting for Roxie to be found. As for your other question, we all aren’t really related. I have two true brothers—Roan and Skylar. As for the others, they were lone wolves same as my brothers and I were. It was Saskia’s grandmother who brought us all together to train and basically form our own pack, with Saskia, my sister, as the pack leader.”

  Daylen listened to the rest of Jager’s explanation, but her mind had sort of frozen on the part where he’d said he and his family had trained for centuries while they waited for Roxie. Centuries? She also then remembered his comment from the night before about werewolves being almost immortal. Could Jager really be that old? Daylen felt the blood drain away from her face when she thought about his penchant for carrying a sword. If he’d lived through a time when carrying one was part of everyday life, it would explain why he was so comfortable having it strapped to his waist.

  Jager gave her a concerned look. “Daylen? Are you all right? You’ve gotten awfully pale all of a sudden.”

  “You said last night that werewolves were almost immortal. How old are you, Jager?”

  In a matter-of-fact tone, he said, “I’m one thousand and ten. Since you asked me my age, what’s yours?”

  “I’m just a measly thirty years old,” she said with more calm that she actually felt.

  Yup, at over a thousand years old, Jager was an official card-carrying medieval warrior. The sword now made perfect sense. His great age had her verging on wanting to laugh hysterically out loud. And not in a good way. She’d just spent the night screwing the brains out of a man who had seen history in the making.