Jagers Mate rp-2

by Marisa Chenery

  Jager crossed his arms over his wide chest. “All right, Daylen. You want to do this, then let’s see who has the right of it. I’d rather you found out here how much of a disadvantage you have than while facing down one of Miles’ men out on the street. I’ll go get my sword, and I’ll meet you down in the basement.”

  After Jager left the living room, Daylen and the others in the room made their way down to the basement. Daylen took in the weights and large open space. The mansion’s basement had been set up as a training room. She moved to stand in the middle of the open space while everyone else went to stand off to the side.

  It didn’t take Jager long to join them. He carried his unsheathed sword in his hand.

  Once he stood in front of her, he said, “Remember, I don’t like to lose. I won’t take it easy on you.”

  She smiled. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”

  Without giving her any warning, Jager swung at her with his sword. She jumped out of the way. Daylen may not have the speed of a werewolf, but she was still pretty quick on her feet. She then spent the next few minutes dodging Jager’s blows while striking out at him with her hands and feet. Since Jager was doing most of the work, Daylen knew it would only be a matter of time before he started to tire enough for her to make her move.

  When the opportunity came, she quickly moved in and kicked out in a karate move that sent Jager’s sword flying out of his hand. The triumphant smile that spread across Daylen’s lips faded when Jager launched himself at her, shifting in mid-air to his wolf form. Jumping out of the way, she just managed to avoid his sharp teeth.

  Jager stalked her as he growled and snapped his teeth. Daylen took up a karate stance and waited for Jager to go on the attack. This time she would be ready for him. When he leapt at her, she kicked out with a roundhouse kick that caught Jager right across the muzzle. He landed hard on the floor. Before he could get back up on his paws, Daylen jumped onto his back and used her weight to pin him to the floor while she wrapped her hands around his muzzle to stop him from trying to use his teeth to free himself.

  “Well,” Daylen said while she panted. “Do you admit defeat?” Jager let out a whine.

  Taking that as a yes, she let go of his muzzle and stood. His wolf form blurred and shimmered as Jager shifted.

  Daylen let her gaze touch on each of the other people in the room. They all were beaming at her. Roxie stood under the shelter of Beowulf’s arm and clapped. “Way to go, Daylen,” she said.

  Saskia left her mate’s side and moved to stand in front of Daylen. “Now that I’ve seen your fighting skills, I think you’re more than qualified to be considered a Protector.

  Being a cop, you definitely have the background for it.”

  Daylen smiled. “Thanks.”

  She then turned to look at Jager. Seeing his stern features, the smile Daylen wore slipped. Without a word, he manacled her wrist with his hand and hurriedly walked her to the basement stairs. He didn’t stop until they were upstairs and inside his bedroom with the door firmly shut behind them.

  As Jager put his sword on the dresser and turned to face her, she tried to ask, “Are you pis—”

  Before Daylen could finish the sentence, he had her in his arms and his mouth moving greedily over hers. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressed to her belly.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rubbed herself against him.

  Jager finally lifted his head once they were both breathing heavily. “You were magnificent. You’ve made me so hard all I can think about is being inside you.”

  Daylen’s heart beat faster as she gazed up into Jager’s mutedly glowing eyes. “I’ll have to remember me beating your ass turns you on.”

  Kissing a trail from the corner of her mouth to the side of her neck, Jager yanked at her clothes. “Only with you. I need you naked.”

  A deep ache throbbed inside her pussy. They had made love so many times last night that Daylen had lost count, but her body was in flames once again for Jager. They both yanked at each other’s clothes until they stood naked. Jager pulled her back against him.

  Daylen moaned as her taut nipples bushed against his chest. The feel of his hard cock pressed against her bare skin had wetness leaking between her legs.

  Jager took her mouth in a demanding kiss as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

  His other hand came up and cupped her breast. Leaving her mouth, he lifted her breast and bent his head to swirl his tongue around her nipple. Daylen clutched at Jager’s shoulders as intense waves of pleasure shot through her body when he opened his mouth and sucked her nipple inside.

  The pulling sensation on her nipple caused her pussy to ache to be filled. Needing to touch more of Jager, Daylen ran a hand down his chest to his hardness nestled against her stomach. She trailed her fingers along the length of his cock, then took him in her hand.

  Jager’s hips jerked, pushing his cock tighter inside her grasp as she pumped her hand up and down.

  Releasing her nipple, Jager straightened and said huskily, “That feels good, but being inside you will feel even better.” He reached between her legs and worked a finger in and out of her core. “You’re already wet. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

  Daylen moaned. “I’m not stopping you.”

  Jager moved his hands to her bottom and lifted her off her feet. Daylen put her hands on his shoulders. “Put your legs around my waist,” he said in a voice that came out half a growl.

  As soon as she had her legs around him, Jager lifted her into position and impaled her on his erect cock in one stroke. He then slowly sank to his knees to the floor. Once he moved to a sitting position, with her bent legs on either side of his hips, he took hold of hers and lifted her up and down. “Ride me, Daylen.”

  With his hard shaft filling her, deliciously stretching her, Daylen started to move.

  Jager reached up to cup the back of her head as he brought her mouth down to his. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth in time with the motion of their bodies. Able to control their lovemaking, Daylen alternated between slow and fast strokes. She arched her back as his cock slid in and out of her pussy, which caused Jager’s hardness to rub in just the right spot to have her moaning.

  Sinking down on his shaft, Jager lifted his hips to meet each of her strokes. His cock grew even harder inside her as she clamped her inner muscles around him. Faster she rode him, her body coiling tighter. Her orgasm edged ever closer. On the verge of coming, Daylen bent her head and dragged her tongue across the bite mark she’d made on Jager’s neck the night before. Jager stiffened, then bucked hard beneath her, lifting her knees off the floor.

  “You like when I bite you there?” she asked softly.

  “Call it a male werewolf’s G spot,” Jager said in a half growl. “You bite me there, and I’ll come.”

  Already starting to feel the first flutter of her climax, Daylen bit down on Jager’s neck where it met his shoulder as her inner muscles rhythmically clamped down around his cock. Jager wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him as he started to come. His loud groans mingled with Daylen’s whimpered moans.

  Turning her head to the side, Daylen rested her cheek on Jager’s shoulder and collapsed against his chest. Panting for breath, all she could do was put her arms around his waist and hold on. His still erect cock kept their bodies joined together.

  Once she could breathe evenly again, she lifted her head to gaze into Jager’s light blue eyes. “If this will always be the end result, I’ll most definitely have to get the drop on you more often.”

  Jager got her to sit up. He cupped the side of her face and brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Are you really okay with this, Daylen? With us?”

  Each time they made love, she felt their mating bond grow stronger. With him buried deep inside her while she looked into his gorgeous face, she couldn’t picture herself being with another man. Jager and she just seemed to click. Daylen didn’t doubt they would butt heads over thing
s now and then, but it was inevitable considering they both had strong personalities. Could she see herself uttering the words to him that she’d never said to any man before? Eventually, but it was just too soon.

  “Yes. I’ve come to care a great deal about you. I’m not ready to say anything more than that, but that doesn’t mean I’m not committed to making this work. We have a few issues that need to be discussed though.”

  A sexy grin spread across Jager’s face. “I have deeper feelings than caring a great deal for you, but I can wait until you’re ready. You’re mine now. That’s all that matters.

  Now what are these issues you want to discuss with me?”

  Daylen ran a caressing hand along the thick slab of muscles on his chest. “We have to talk about how our mating is going to affect me doing my job, and then there is the whole topic of Roxie turning me into a werewolf.”

  “Before we touch on either of those subjects, I think we’ll be more comfortable if we move to the bed.”

  In a show of just how strong he was, Jager managed to get off the floor with her still held in his arms and their bodies joined. He then carried her to the unmade bed and placed her on the center of it on her back as he followed her down. His movements had his erection moving inside her pussy, which caused Daylen to gasp with pleasure.

  Resting his weight above her, he said, “There. Much better. Let’s start with the easy one—your job as a police officer. You’ll quit. You don’t need to work. I have plenty of money for the both of us. As you said so yourself, you’re now a Protector. It’s basically the same kind of job except on a smaller scale. Besides, the long hours we would have to be separated while you did your shift wouldn’t work out. We’d never make it.” Jager slowly moved his cock in and out of her in a lazy glide.

  Daylen took her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned. “All right. I can do that.”

  Another moan pushed out of her when he continued to slowly thrust between her legs.

  “That feels good. How am I supposed to be able to concentrate while you do that?”

  He chuckled. “I think you’ll manage. Now what about you being turned?”

  She found she had to think a lot longer about that one. With Jager moving inside her, Daylen was having a hard time focusing on anything but the pleasure that started to build inside her once again. “Ah…ah, I think I need to know exactly what it means to be a werewolf before I can make that decision. You’re over a thousand years old and practically immortal. Does that mean werewolves can’t die?”

  Jager reached down and hooked one of her legs over his arm as he pumped his hips a little faster. “We can die. We’re just a lot harder to kill, and we’re very long-lived. The oldest our kind lives to be is around three thousand years. So, if you let Roxie turn you, we’ll have more than a few centuries to be together instead of a single mortal lifetime.”

  His eyes started to glow as he gazed down into her eyes. “And, Daylen, I want to have every day of those centuries. I know the choice is yours, and you would have to eventually give up your family and friends, but I don’t want to lose you before I have to.”

  Looking up at Jager, seeing what she could only describe as love shining in his eyes, Daylen knew she would take that final step to make them mates in every way. No man had ever looked at her the way Jager was now. “I really don’t have any family. My mom died when I was ten, and my dad passed away three years ago. The only family I have is my dad’s brother, his wife and my cousins. We have never been close, even when my dad was still alive. So they won’t miss me. The only close friend I have is Nick. He’s a cop at my precinct. It’ll be hard leaving him, but I’ll have a few years before I have to worry about him noticing I’m not aging.”

  “Is Nick the cop you were talking to in the alley the other day?”

  Daylen smiled. “You were watching us?”

  “Of course. He’s also lucky he never touched you or I would have had to take it out on his hide.”

  She reached up and tucked Jager’s long hair behind his ears. “Nick is very happily married, and his wife is very pregnant with their first child. So he’s no threat.”

  Jager bent his head and kissed her long and hard. When he pulled away, he asked,

  “So we’ve worked out the first topic of discussion, what about the second? From what you said about your family and friends, do I take it that you’re willing to let Roxie turn you?”

  “More than willing,” she said with meaning in her voice. “We’re mates. We should be mates in every sense of the word.”

  With a low growl, Jager kissed her once again as he moved more forcefully inside her pussy. Daylen moaned into his mouth and held onto his biceps as he brought her arousal to a fevered pitch. When she came, Jager came with her. Daylen put her arms around her mate and held him tight when he collapsed on top of her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jager and Daylen had just gotten out of the shower in the en suite when someone knocked on his bedroom door. Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, Jager went to answer it while Daylen stayed in the bathroom.

  He cracked open the door to find Dirk on the other side with his cell phone held against his chest. “Daylen’s detective friend is on my cell. I figured she’d want to talk to him.”

  At the sound of footsteps coming up behind him, Jager looked over his shoulder and saw Daylen with a towel wrapped around her body walking toward him. When she reached his side, she said to Dirk, “I’ll talk to Ted.”

  Dirk passed Daylen his cell phone. Both Jager and Dirk quietly waited as she talked to the man on the other end. After a few minutes, she snapped the cell phone closed and handed it back to Dirk.

  “Ted came through again,” she told them with a smile.

  Jager nodded and then turned to Dirk. “Tell the others that Daylen and I will be down in a few minutes.”

  Dirk nodded then left to head downstairs.

  Jager closed the bedroom door and turned to watch Daylen getting dressed. His gaze ran lovingly over her body. She had curves in all the right places and had enough muscle on her that he didn’t have to worry that she would break in his arms. Even though Daylen wasn’t ready to tell him she loved him, he already loved her. If he hadn’t have been able to fall in love with her practically at first sight, his mating urge never would have kicked in to tell him she was his.

  Realizing Daylen had finished dressing and he still only wore a damp towel around his hips, Jager dropped it to the floor and scooped up his jeans. He felt Daylen’s gaze following his movements as he pulled them up his legs and fastened them at his waist. He moved over to his dresser and took out a clean dark blue t-shirt. Yanking it on over his head, he turned to face Daylen. Her gaze most definitely had a heated look to it that made Jager wish they didn’t have to go downstairs.

  As if Daylen had read his mind, she said, “Don’t even suggest it. I have to tell the others what Ted told me. And besides, you just had me a minute ago in the shower.”

  He grinned. “You enjoyed it though.”

  She shook her head and smiled. “Yes, but you’re going to have to feed me first before we have another marathon of sex. If I don’t get some food into me soon, I’ll start wasting away.”

  Jager crossed over to her and put his hands on the sides of her waist. He then brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. “We can’t have that. After we’ve had our meeting with the others, we can go to the kitchen and get something to eat.”

  They left his bedroom hand in hand and headed downstairs. They found the others once again congregated in the living room. Much to Jager’s surprise, he saw that both Beowulf and Roxie were still there.

  Guiding Daylen over to the couch to where Beowulf and Roxie sat, he got Daylen to sit next to the other woman while he lowered himself onto the arm. He said to the other couple, “I thought the two of you would have left by now.”

  “We thought it best to stay to hear what that police detective Daylen knows could come up with,” Beowulf replied. “Plus if
we’d left, Saskia would have sent a few of your brothers along to watch over Roxie. We didn’t think it would be fair.”

  “Enough chitchat over there,” Leif said from one of the armchairs. “What did your buddy have to say, Daylen?”

  “Well, first off,” she said, “Ted couldn’t find anything on a Miles Jensen with the description I’d given him. No driver’s license, no social security number, and no properties under that name either.”

  Saskia nodded and said, “Miles must be using an alias. He isn’t stupid. He would know if he used his real name we’d have found him by now.”

  “Ted did manage to find out who the owner is listed for the warehouse. It’s owned by a company named Denco Ltd. Ted also figures it has to be a dummy corporation, because he couldn’t find anything else out about it. But, after he did a little more digging, he found an old factory that is no longer in use was recently purchased by a company named Wolfen Inc., which also happens to be a subsidiary of Denco Ltd.”

  Kye snorted. “Miles couldn’t come up with better names than that? We’d never be able to guess that a werewolf owned those properties with names like those,” he said sarcastically.

  Saskia spoke up before anyone else could add anything more. “What’s the address of the factory, Daylen? Some of us will go check it out while the others stay behind and watch over Roxie. Jager, since you and Daylen are newly mated and shouldn’t be separated just yet, I suggest the two of you stay behind.” When Daylen opened her mouth, Saskia said, “I know you’re one of us now, Daylen, but you still have much to learn about werewolf kind.” She then smiled. “Plus newly mated couples tend to be a little distracted. You and Jager will have more pleasurable pursuits on your minds.”

  Jager couldn’t argue with that, and he guessed neither could Daylen when she closed her mouth and blushed slightly. He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her over so she leaned against his side while Saskia split up the other Protectors.