McCallan's Blood

by Theodora Lane

  “Tell me when I kiss you, you don’t want me.” Cupping her chin, he tilted it upward to accept his lips in a soft, brushing kiss, barely there, but it made her core weep and she felt a contraction in her womb as her body responded to him.

  “Tell me you love me,” he whispered, his mouth moments from her lips.

  Her heart pounded in her chest and she thought it would explode if she didn’t tell him. Helpless. Unable to resist as his voice called to her and his body beckoned hers.

  Rebecca gave in. Jake was hers. He belonged to her. He was her lifemate.

  “I love you, Jake.” Her lips brushed against his as she spoke.

  He covered her mouth with his and all the hunger, all the need, everything he was and all that they would be was packed into that kiss. As her knees finally failed her, his strong arms held her, supported her, and pulled her against his body.

  This was so right. This was where she belonged. With this man. She’d known it the first time she’d laid eyes on him and she knew it now. There could be no more denials. She wanted him. Now.

  With a feral growl, he picked her up. She yanked her skirt up and wrapped her legs around his waist, her damp panties pressed against the straining jeans that covered his thick, long erection. Jake moaned as his tongue plundered her mouth, questing, tasting, biting her lips, sucking them softly, then hard, and driving her wild.

  Their mouths battled against each other to find the ideal placement, the perfect angle. They fed on each other, tasting, devouring, and savoring. She’d never kissed like this before, with this much passion nor had a man kiss her back like Jake kissed her.

  Jake cupped her ass with his hands. His fingers pressed into her soft flesh and brought her tighter against him as she rubbed against his cock. It was so good, so naughty, delightful, and fundamentally sexual.

  Still kissing, not breaking the seal of their lips, Jake carried her to her bedroom, as she pulled on his shirt, desperate to feel his skin under her hands. With a strength that shocked her, she jerked the shirt out of his pants and ripped it open. Buttons flew, hit the walls, rolled on the wood floor, and at last, her hands found his warm skin.

  Rebecca’s moan was captured in Jake’s mouth.

  She closed her eyes, learning the feel of the hard planes of his chest. She felt the scattering of dark hair across his breastbone as she discovered Jake’s body. It was an exploration she wanted to make her life’s work. She found his hard, small nipples with her palms and floated over the tight points in the barest brush of a touch.

  Jake moaned into her mouth.

  Rebecca growled deep in her throat.

  His answering growl rumbled in his chest.

  Chapter 12

  Jake lowered Rebecca to the bed, then straightened. Toeing off his work boots, he bent down and pulled off his socks. Her eyes locked on his hands as he flicked open the button of his jeans.

  “Take your clothes off, baby. Slowly. Let me watch.” His voice grated like gravel, thick with desire.

  She scooted backwards until her head found the pillows. She’d undress for him, but for now, she wanted to watch him. Shucking off his pants and briefs, he stood naked at the foot of the bed.

  Dear God, he was perfection. Every inch of him was sculpted muscle and smooth skin, as if an artist had carved him out of the finest stone. But it was his cock she couldn’t take her eyes off. No statue she’d ever seen had shown such perfection of manhood and if there had been she would have paid and stood in line to see that sculpture.

  Her gaze followed the trail of hair that ran from his navel to the thick, dark brown nest of curls. She swallowed, drinking in the impressive sight. Long, thick, its plump head red velvet, its shaft brown, the veins running its length as it stood jutting and proud from his body.

  And it was all hers. Rebecca had to suppress a childish giggled. All hers.

  She’d never enjoyed giving oral sex before, but now she couldn’t wait to taste him. To feel his thickness in her mouth, against her tongue. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  Jake raised an eyebrow at her. “Your turn.”

  With a smile she hoped would look sexy, Rebecca pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her bra, pale pink lace against her ivory skin, her nipples, hard and erect, pushed against the flimsy material. She lay back against the pillows, cupped her breast, and struck a pose that she hoped would get Jake excited.

  Jake’s other eyebrow joined its mate and a slow smile spread across his face. She’d take that as a good sign.

  Reaching around, she unhooked the bra and it fell off her shoulders. Slowly she peeled it off to reveal the evidence of her desire for him.

  Jake’s eyes widened, his lips parted, and his hand moved to his cock to stroke it as he watched her. He didn’t have to say a word. The fire in his eyes told her that she was turning him on. It made her feel like a temptress. Wild and wicked and wanton.

  She liked it.

  Lifting her hips, she unzipped the skirt, pulled it down over her legs, and Jake watched as she tossed it to the floor. He licked his lips and stroked himself, slow and easy, his hand gliding over his shaft. She found it hard to take her eyes off him or to remember what she was doing. If he’d asked her what her name was, she’d be hard pressed for an answer.

  Her matching pink lace panties barely covered the auburn curls of her mound.

  “They match,” Jake croaked out. “I love it when they match.” He sighed.

  She hooked her fingers in the sides and slid them down her legs in a slow striptease, as she wiggled her hips from side to side. She held up the strip of material. It was darker at her crotch where her juices had dampened it. Instead of being embarrassed, she grew bold and reckless.

  She tossed her panties at him and, with his free hand, he snatched them out of the air and brought them to his face. Inhaling, his eyes shuttered as he drank in her scent.

  Jake moaned and pulled on his cock, then brought the panties to his dick and stroked himself using them. She stared as he pleasured himself with her silk undies. It was naughty. And nice, and everything that it shouldn’t be and it turned her on, made her ache for him, made her want to tear the panties from him and make him bury his cock inside her.

  “Come to me. Now,” she commanded.

  “Oh God, Becca,” he whispered. He dropped her undies to the floor, then obeyed.

  He was her captive.

  She’d never felt so powerful, so sexual, so female. She spread her legs apart to make room for him, like a wide funnel, to bring him straight to where she wanted him.

  Jake lowered himself to the bed and stalked her on his hands and knees. His intense gaze fixed on her face, his tousled hair fell over his forehead, his shoulder and arm muscles taut as he moved toward her.

  He looked like something wild, dangerous, and untamed. Her heart beat faster knowing she would be the one to tame him. He crawled between her legs, not touching her, until he was above her core.

  Without taking his gaze from her face, he sat back on his heels and ran his hands over her calves and up her thighs. Everywhere he touched tingled as he warmed the smooth skin of her legs. When he reached the place where her hips met the top of her thigh, he trailed one finger across the fold to her neatly trimmed curls, circling around the edge, not going any farther, and it drove her crazy.

  “Touch me, Jake.” She didn’t care if she whimpered, she’d beg if she had to.

  With his thumbs, he spread her nether lips to expose her pink flower. Rebecca’s body shook with anticipation as she rose up on her elbows to watch. Jake lowered his head and lapped her, dragging his tongue over her sensitive petals. She threw her head back, bucked her hips, and cried out from the pleasure.

  Merciless, his tongue licked each tender leaf, delved into her core, drank her juices, and all the time deep rumblings from his chest sent vibrations like a tuning fork to every erogenous part of her body.

  “Jesus, Becca, you taste so damn good,” Jake growled. His warm breath puffed against her cl
it, then he resumed his attack.

  She tried to squirm, tried to urge him on, but he held her down, his hands like lead weights on her hips, refusing her movement. Still, he licked her, caught her plump lips between her teeth, pulled gently and released, and then took her engorged nub in and sucked it.

  “Oh God,” she cried as her core wept and her hands fisted in the bedspread. Not a drop of her moisture could escape his eager tongue as he devoured her, driving her wild, pushing her to a state of arousal she’d never experienced. She buried her fingers in his hair and held his head down to ensure he’d finish what he’d started because if he didn’t she’d scream.

  She climbed the cliffs of her orgasm and stood on the edge. The inner muscles of her core clenched, her body arched off the bed as she leapt off the cliff to hang in mid-air.

  Then she shattered, cried out his name, her tunnel clenching. At the last wave of pleasure, she fell back onto the bed, her chest heaving. Her hands dropped from his head, releasing him. She was boneless, unable to move or speak.

  Dear God. That was only his tongue.

  *

  Jake raised his head, licked his lips, and moved forward. He did not intend to stop now. She was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and he knew he’d never get enough of her honey. To know he could please her, make her come, cry out his name, made his cock jump and his balls tighten.

  Lowering his head, Jake used his tongue to make his way, slow and deliberate, up her body, dipping into her navel, to her belly. One day, his child, his son, would grow there. He trailed kisses over it in adoration, her sacred woman’s promise to him.

  He roved side-to-side over her ribs to her breasts dragging his tongue, tasting her as he went, learning the scent of her skin. The scent of his woman, his lifemate.

  Dark pink nipples stood erect as beads of cream dripped from them. He dropped his head to taste.

  “Jake?” Breathy, deep, and sexy, her questioning voice made him smile.

  Oh, yes, he would taste her.

  “Shh.” He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked. Body-warmed mother’s milk shot into his mouth, its taste watery, but oddly sweet. Their moans blended as he suckled at her engorged breast. His hand caressed the other one, thumbing the leaking beads of leaking milk over her nipple.

  “Dear God, that shouldn’t feel so good,” she whispered, her hands returning to his hair, to guide him from one breast to the other. He obliged her by suckling there too.

  His body still hung over hers, his cock hadn’t touched her yet, and it jerked against his belly to remind him of its needs. Not yet, he wanted more. His tongue laved the base of her throat where it met her shoulder.

  Taking her flesh in his mouth, he bit down. Rebecca gasped as he sucked her skin and marked her as his.

  She whimpered.

  He growled.

  Jake ceased his work and looked at his mark. Red, but no broken skin. He smiled and his gaze flicked to her face. Dark forest pools, deep shade, and primal hunger rested in her green eyes.

  At last, he lowered his body. Skin to skin, he pressed his cock into her belly and she moaned. His lips found hers and they attacked each other, tongues dancing, teeth biting and pulling lips, tasting once again.

  His pressure was returned by her hips, her needy whimpers, and small gasps. Sliding back, he positioned the tip of his shaft at her opening as she spread her legs wider. Damp heat engulfed it as he pushed farther in, easing himself, stretching her, taking his time to enjoy the feel of her tightness around him until he was fully seated deep within her.

  Liquid velvet surrounded his cock. Home. He was home. The fit was perfect. Moving his hips only a small bit, he bumped the head of his cock against her womb and she cried out. He wanted to stay there, forever feeling her fire and heat.

  Taking her hands in his, he pulled them over her head and pinned her to the bed to dominate her just as an alpha male should possess his mate. He’d been with women before, but none of those experiences matched this one. He’d never let himself go with the others.

  With Rebecca, he could unleash his animal nature, its sensuality, eroticism, and sexuality greater than anything he’d ever known, as if all the other times were merely practice for this, the real thing, the most important mating of his life.

  After he took Rebecca, they would truly be bound together, lifemates, and only death could part them.

  Her hips surged, eager for him to begin his thrusts. He pulled back, slow and long, until he was almost out, then drove back in, loving the feeling of pushing his way inside her. She shuddered and clung to him, her nails biting into his skin. He welcomed the pain and let it wash over him.

  Kissing her neck and shoulders, he began the dance built into every man and woman. Age old, timeless, and primitive. Her hips rolled, his knees pressed into the bed, her back arched, his feet pushed to give support for his thrusts, their mouths joined, separated, rejoined, open and panting, tongues fought, captured and surrendered as they made love.

  Jake’s balls tightened and he floated on the sensations their love and lovemaking created in him. This was how it should be, what had been missing all his life. The other half of himself. His mate.

  How had he lived without her?

  Her body moved beneath his, a willing partner in their dance, matching his every move. Gazes locked, they were one body, one heart, and one soul. They breathed as one creature in primal synchronization. His grunts of effort as he stroked harder and faster were answered by her gasps and moans of pleasure and delight.

  Damn, he was so close, but he wanted her to come with him. He slipped his arms around her body and rolled over, taking her along.

  Getting her knees under her, she rode him, setting her own pace to pleasure herself and him. And he could see in the expression on her face, the way her eyes shuttered, closed, then shot open, the way her lips parted, that she loved it.

  He tore his gaze from her face to watch where their bodies joined. His rigid rod was engulfed, then revealed, then swallowed again in the rapid rise and fall of her body as she rode him. It was so fucking hot. If he didn’t slow down, he’d shoot his load.

  She leaned over him, her hair hung to touch his chest, brushing over his nipples, as her hands pressed against his shoulders, holding him down now. With a knowing, sexy smile, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, and cupped her breast in her hand.

  And took control.

  It was so incredible, so beautiful, so fucking erotic to watch her play with herself. Her thumb brushed over her tight nipple, rolled it between her fingers, plucked at it, as she showed him all the ways she liked to be touched. She liked it hard, rough.

  She dropped her hand and his took its place as he showed her that he was a fast learner. His reward for being a good student was her gasp of pleasure and a tightening of the muscles surrounding his cock.

  Showing him no mercy, she picked up her speed and slammed down on him. The look in her eyes and that sexy smirk of her lips told him she loved fucking him, loved pleasing him, loved making him come.

  Leaning close enough to take his bottom lip between her teeth, she bit, then released him. “Are you my wolf?” she whispered.

  Jake’s eyes shuttered as he fought to keep from spilling. She had accepted him, completely, and his heart swelled with love for her.

  “I’m your wolf,” he growled back. He’d be anything she wanted him to be, she just had to ask. “Are you my mate?”

  “Oh God, yes.” She ran the nails of one hand down his chest, across his hard nipple and he gasped. How did she know he liked it rough, to feel just that touch of pain mixed with pleasure?

  She leaned down and bit him on the shoulder.

  “Jesus, Rebecca!” he cried as she sucked him, placing her mark on him.

  If he didn’t work fast, he’d lose it.

  Jake reached over and found her clit. He worked it, pressing, rubbing, and pinching with his thumb and forefinger. Her breath hitched, and she threw back her head, closed her eyes, and fucke
d him like a wild woman as he kept up the pressure on her nub. The heated friction as she slid up and down his shaft was unbearable, bringing him to the edge of his control.

  Her body constricted, muscles tightened. His control cracked.

  “God, Jake!” She groaned and groaned and groaned as her orgasm ripped through her. The walls of her tunnel spasmed, setting his orgasm off. His back arched as he held her hips down and drove his cock up into her very core.

  “Oh baby. So good.” He spilled, pumping his hot cream deep inside her as waves of pleasure rolled over him. He wanted it to never end.

  She collapsed on top of him, panting. Her heart thudded against his chest. He cradled her against him, still joined, brushed the hair from her face, and kissed her forehead.

  The baby started to cry.

  “Perfect timing.” Jake chuckled.

  Rebecca sighed. “I’ll get him. You stay here.” She rolled off him with a groan and sat on the edge of the bed. “If I can stand, that is.” Pushing herself off, she walked to the door, took down her robe, slipped it on, and went down the hall.

  Jake concentrated on focusing his eyes, catching his breath, and testing if he had any control of his body. He could scratch his chest, so his arms and hands worked. But his legs felt like rubber. He pushed himself up and rested against the headboard.

  Rebecca returned, the baby in her arms. “He’s hungry and needed his diaper changed.” She knelt on the bed.

  Jake pulled her to him. She sank back and nestled against his shoulder. Pulling open her robe, she offered her breast to the baby.

  “I’m jealous.” Jake smiled down at Ben. “You’re a lucky boy.”

  Rebecca grinned. “Yes, he is.”

  Jake took her chin in his hand and turned her to face him. “Does this mean you’ve accepted me, what I am? What Ben is?”

  “I love you and I love Ben. It was an easy decision. You’re more than a werewolf, more than a man.” She smirked at him. “I think I can handle both.”

  “Good.” Jake settled in to watch her and his nephew, contentment filling his every pore. One day, they’d have their baby, his son, between them in bed. His house would have a purpose again, a family to fill its halls with laughter.