Grace, Sayde - Untamable [Moonlight Cravings] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Sayde Grace

  “Oh god.” She hissed, slamming her head back against the mattress, which gave him complete control over her body.

  Jasper couldn’t take any more. He had to have her. He moved over her, his legs straddling her smooth soft body. His cock rested on her stomach as he moved closer to continue and suckle her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her nipple while rolling the other one between his fingers. His body burned with desire. He wanted to be inside her more than anything, but with what little control he had, he needed to slow down.

  She arched off the bed, but was shoved back down with one strong hand on her hip. Jasper’s teeth dragged across her pointed nipple. The rich taste of her was driving him insane. He tugged it to an even firmer point before releasing it to give the other the same attention.

  “God, you’re beautiful. I don’t know how Cole kept men away from you.”

  She snorted. “Please, like any other man could ever get this far with me.” Her smile made his heart swell.

  He trailed his lips down her soft, velvety stomach, which quivered with his touch. She writhed under him. The more she thrashed, the more she rubbed her wet pussy against his cock. He grew hotter until he burned to have her. He burned so hot he was sure he’d burst like a volcano any second.

  The whiskers, which had grown since his shift, scratched against her skin, leaving small red streaks where his face skimmed her flesh. He gazed up at her to see eyes shining bright. She thrust her hand into his thick, wild hair.

  He moved his head to press a kiss in her palm, hoping to reassure her. Jasper gripped her knees, spreading them to accommodate his shoulders. The silky flesh glided over his own skin. Lowering his head between her legs, he inhaled the sweet feminine smell of her pussy.

  He resisted the urge to peek into her mind. He wanted to know everything she desired, but he craved her to tell him.

  Jasper leaned down, his breath brushing through her coarse auburn curls. He pushed his face closer, trying to hold back, but the smell coming from her pussy enticed him and drove him mad with desire. He inhaled deeply before looking up her body to meet her eyes.

  “You smell so good. All these years I’ve held back when I scented your arousal around me. Never again. The beast has smelled it, and after he tastes you, I won’t hold back ever again.”

  Her breath hitched at his words. “What about the man? Will you hold back? ’Cause I want more than just the beast. I want you.” Her voice dropped an octave to a tone he barely recognized.

  Jasper grinned. If only she knew. He’d never be able to hold man or beast back now. “Babe, I love you. I’ll never be able to hold back again.” He skimmed through her curls with his lips to find her slick folds.

  He lowered his hands down her thighs to her pussy. She hissed out a breath. Then he flicked his tongue in one long swipe from clit to asshole. Her body tensed as a soft moan slipped from her lips. He repeated the lapping, but stopped at her clit.

  * * * *

  Sidda almost screamed when his mouth closed over the little bud. He mimicked the suckling motion he’d given her nipples. She fisted his hair to hold him in place. He groaned and vibrations from his throat spread over her sensitive flesh, pushing her toward a cliff. One she knew for certain she wanted to jump off.

  Imagining him fingering her was nothing compared to the real thing. Two of his fingers prodded at her opening. She wriggled, trying to scoot away from the slight burn they created. He flicked his tongue across her clit. The burning heat he produced spread from her clit outward, urging her to arch off the bed. Her hips rose from the bed, thrusting her pussy farther into his face. He sucked harder.

  “Jesus, Jasper, please.” Pleasure too intense washed over her.

  He released her clit with a pop of suction. “Please what?” His voice was deep and thick with desire.

  “I want…no, I need you inside me. I don’t want the first time I come with you to be without you inside me.”

  Lines drew together on his forehead with the forming frown. “What do you mean the first time you come with me? Have you ever come before?”

  She nearly laughed at his outraged and hurt tone. She grinned and threaded her hands through his hair to tug him up to face her. His body glided easily over hers. Both were drenched with sweat. His face hovered just over hers. “I’ve had an orgasm before, haven’t you?”

  His eyes narrowed, and green slowly turned to burnt orange. “With my hand!”

  “And me with mine.” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from laughing.

  A split second later, she lifted her head to meet his lips in an urgent kiss. Her lips devoured his. Then his mouth parted, and his tongue met hers. She tasted herself on his tongue. Shocked and repulsed, she tried to deny the slight intrigue it stirred within her. She stopped fighting and sucked his tongue into her mouth. He groaned into the depths of her mouth.

  Above her, he rotated. His thick cock pressed at her entrance. A moment of panic swept over her. He was so large and that hole so small. She tensed to pull away, to break the kiss. Instead, he took control, deepening it. His tongue massaged the roof of her mouth, sending bolts of lust through her with each touch.

  He pushed ever so slightly inside her. The burning from his fingers had only been a fraction of the stinging pain she now felt. She gasped, tearing her mouth away from his. His body went still except for the slight rock of his hips. Jasper’s head fell to her neck, the mark pulsed when he grazed his cock against her. She focused on the pulse, and the pure pleasure he felt poured through their bond to ebb her pain. Hardness pushed against the tight opening. But as he eased inside her, even his pleasure seeping past their bond didn’t vanish the pain of her stretching. She pressed her palms against his chest, hoping he’d stop. The burning was nearly too much.

  He groaned against her ear. “Holy shit.” He thrust deeper into her. His breath was ragged.

  Every brain cell she possessed said to shut her legs and push the object impaling her out. Yet the lust within screamed to open her thighs and allow him to reach all the way into her. She did, and the pain began to fade. His muscles flexed beneath her palms running down his back. She closed her eyes to just feel him.

  He rocked his hips, slowly thrusting into her and then slower out. Just as the head of his cock reached her opening, he delved back in. His animalistic grunts and quiet growls rumbled in his chest to vibrate hers. Again he moved out of her, but this time when he thrust back in, she raised her hips, meeting his flesh. She gasped when he hit that secret spot inside her she’d tried so hard to find. That bundle of nerves she could never quite find on her own beckoned him.

  He tensed, his body growing stiff above hers. “Mark me, please, Sidda. I can’t last much longer, and I want your mark.”

  Sidda’s eyes snapped open. His beautiful tanned flesh glistened with sweat. She licked her lips. He turned his head, exposing his neck to her. A sign of pure trust, complete and utter love.

  Her mind might not agree, but her body and heart said she needed to mark him. What was more, she craved putting her mark on his neck for all to know he belonged to her as she to him. She scraped his flesh with her teeth.

  He growled above her. “Hard. Break the skin, taste me. Let my blood flow into you. Our blood will run through each other’s veins then.”

  The thought of his blood in her should have scared her, disgusted her even, yet it didn’t. Some part of her knew without this he’d never truly be hers. She closed her eyes. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was hurt him.

  His movements grew erratic, and he thrust wildly into her. An ache started to peak inside her. He thrust deeper, holding himself buried inside her before pushing as far as he could into her. She bit, and she bit hard.

  The flesh broke, sending metallic blood over her tongue. She gagged but managed to swallow. Instantly, his pleasure intensified within their bond. She took it inside, screaming her release. Her body clamped down around his, and his dick jumped inside her. She gasped when it swelled slightly inside
her convulsing pussy. Cum spurted into her, and her body begged for more.

  “I love you, please don’t leave me again,” she cried out against his shoulder, kissing the swelling red bite.

  “Never. I love you more than life itself.” His voice was strangled.

  All her doubts about his love faded to nothing. He was hers, and she’d never be without him again. The bond from the mark linked them together, for life. God help them both.

  Chapter Four

  Sidda yearned to believe that Jasper would always be hers. That he could fulfill every promise he’d made during the last few hours, but knew deep down that he couldn’t, regardless of what he said. Her heart told her to stay in the moment of ecstasy, to wait, enjoy the aftershocks and the joy of being with the man she loved for the first time. She couldn’t. The pessimistic side of her wouldn’t allow it.

  “Jasper,” she said, her voice a whisper.

  “No, Sidda, don’t ruin this. I’ll never leave you again. Be happy that we’ve finally found our way back to each other.”

  “I don’t think you can promise me that. I mean if you’re the North American Alpha then you can’t stay here with me. Your pack will need you. All of the packs will.” She hated the helplessness she felt.

  She lay still when Jasper propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her. His face grew slack. “I don’t care if they need me, I need you.” He kissed her lips.

  The bond connecting them let his love flow to her, making her heart swell. “What about your pack, your brothers? You said once that your mother had given birth to three of you.”

  Jasper’s eyes filled with rage. “Not much of my past is clear from before the attack, but I remember there being three of us. My mom had been scared and running from the men trailing us. She’d screamed for the three of us to hurry, but that’s all I remember. I found some of the old pack members who’d fled the attack and returned to Romania. According to them, my dad, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, was scared for my family and sent us here to the outskirts of north Georgia while he tried to control the threat of a second pack war.”

  “Wait, you met some of your pack members? Did they know who you were?”

  He nodded. His long brown-black hair threw a shadow over his face. “Yeah. You wouldn’t believe how weird it was over there. I mean, it’s not like here at all.”

  Sidda cocked her head to the side, rubbing her hands down his arms to his chest. She couldn’t stop herself from touching him. “Hmm, weird how?” She pressed her lips to his tanned chest. His breath caught, and she smiled against him. The power she now held over him caused her to be bold, sensual with him.

  “Stop that, you’re distracting me. I’m trying to explain to you about our pack.”

  “I’m not a wolf. It’s your pack.” Her mind raced with thoughts of our pack. She wanted to belong to his pack. Sidda yearned to give him everything a female wolf could, but she couldn’t.

  “You are part of my pack no matter what. And you can give me everything, even children. Our governments have worked to make cross breeding legal, and lots of crosses are capable of great things.”

  The Luna species had come out to the world years before either Sidda or Jasper had been born. There had been little trouble between humans and wolves at the time. In fact most of the humans had accepted the wolves without problem, and many packs now consisted of human/wolf couples. But the wolves fought for dominance within their communities. Those fights had eventually spilled over into the human communities, enraging the extremists of both species and threatening war at each turn. Now the government fought to keep the wolves and humans in peace.

  But war was what the current illegitimate North American Luna Alpha wanted. He was a complete and utter asshole. He hated humans, hated other packs, and was pushing war upon overseas ruling packs. His thirst for power would ultimately kill the North American Pack and more than likely most of the humans. If Dane Velham continued in the path he’d chosen for the Luna Nation, all peace would be gone.

  “Hey.” Jasper smiled down at her, his fingers grazing across the bite he’d left. His touch dragged her from her thoughts of war and Dane Velham. He kissed the swollen, tender bite. She expected pain, but only tender affection met her. “Now, stop worrying and let me finish. Sometime during the last century, the wolves of that pack, our pack, split. Half believed in living among the humans in peace, the other didn’t.” His hands strayed to her hip.

  She yawned and began to fade to sleep even as his voice continued to tell her stories of his time in Romania. He scooted back against the headboard, holding onto her as he did so. He leaned back, resting his weight on the bed frame. She nestled against him, resting her head on his chest. He held her hand in his above them. Gently he kissed her palm before his silent laughter drew her attention. His chest vibrated with it. She looked up to see his lips tugged in a perfect ten thousand watt smile. That smile as one she’d never seen on him before. The sight made her heart soar. Content, she drifted to sleep, loving the sound of his voice filling the room and his body against hers.

  * * * *

  Sidda rolled onto her back. The soft bed was warm with the lingering scents of the night before. She stretched, her back arching off the bed, legs stiff, and muscles screaming. Her neck throbbed, but not with pain. Lust. She smiled as she opened her eyes. Jasper stood next to the bed, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans which hung snug on his hips.

  In all the years she’d imagined the morning-after scene, she’d never dreamt of wanting him even more. Even as her body rebelled with the thought of more, her mind and heart wanted to be one with him.

  Last night, he’d lost his control over his beast. He’d flipped her over and ridden her hard, to the brink of pleasure and pain. They merged, and only when she came shattering around his cock had she been able to find true pleasure.

  Yesterday, she hadn’t gotten a chance to stare at the man he’d become. She’d touched every inch of him yet hadn’t taken the time to savor his body as she wanted to. This morning he stood with the sun coming in the window behind him. His skin held a deep bronzed tint. His well-defined shoulders blocked the sun from her face so she could stare at the muscle-ripped chest. The light played with the dark brown highlights in his hair, making the color richer, warmer. Then his eyes met hers.

  “Morning.” He smiled shyly at her, a very un-Jasper characteristic. He was by no means shy, but this morning his eyes showed the vulnerability within.

  “Morning. Why aren’t you still in bed?” She reached out to him. The vulnerability that had been peeking out seconds ago vanished. He cocked his head to the side before smiling. In the next instant, he was out of his jeans and in bed beside her.

  Sidda nestled to his side, loving his overly warm body. “What were you up to? I thought you’d be in bed with me when I woke up,” she whispered, trying to hide the insecurity rushing within.

  “I was out getting breakfast. The cold milk and cereal you brought up here didn’t seem right for our first breakfast together. My mate deserves so much better.”

  Oh god, his mate. No words sounded sweeter or felt sweeter. She’d never been emotional or overly affectionate, but those words from his mouth made her eyes fill with tears. She loved him, loved the fact he’d chosen her. Her blood pumped harder, faster.

  She smiled, and her cheeks ached from the wideness of the smile. She was happy, genuinely happy for the first time. Everything else faded away. “Jasper,” she cupped his face in her palms, “I love you.”

  She pulled him to her. His lips red were swollen from the kissing, biting, and sucking of the night before. They were going to be that way permanently if she had anything to say about it.

  “I love you, too, babe. Now come here.”

  * * * *

  Jasper sensed her soreness, but he couldn’t feel bad for what they’d done. He loved her, and now she was his, the mark on her neck showing it for all to see. The bite on his neck had already healed. The skin was unmarred except for the
small line of teeth marks that indented into his skin. Jasper growled when she ran her fingers across his mark.

  “Amazing, isn’t it?” He raised his head, hair cascading across his face. She brushed his hair away. “When I first met some of my pack, they didn’t wanna open up to me about the Pack Wars, so I asked the one thing I really wanted to know most.”

  Her eyes gleamed as he brushed his knuckles over her cheek, down to her mark. “I wanted to know more than anything if I could mark you as mine. What would happen? If we’d share the same effects as wolves do. They said I could mark you, but they doubted we’d ever truly bond. They were wrong.” His lips pressed to her neck.

  Her eyes widened with heat and love. “That’s good because I’d hate to have to kill some werebitch over you. You’re mine.” She smiled.

  His laughter filled the air. He loved the fire inside her hidden just beneath her outer calm facade. “I have no doubt you would. But for now, let’s eat. I went hunting.” He jumped from the bed. For a moment Vivian’s blonde hair and big blue eyes flashed in his mind. Sidda would shred the “werebitch” to pieces if she ever found out Viv was convinced he was her mate.

  * * * *

  Sidda had to fight down the urge to grab him and drag him back to bed. The lust she felt for him wasn’t something she could grasp. She’d always known she desired him, all of him, but this raw passion was different. It had to be from the bond, the animalistic nature of it too Alpha for her. She’d never had such strong primal feelings.

  “Out of bed. And don’t even consider covering up.” He pinned her with a knowing look.

  Exactly what she wanted to do. Damn him and his knowing self.

  “Ah, maybe we should sit down and talk. There are some things I need to tell you before you start cussing me in your thoughts.”

  Her heart sank. Oh god, he could read her mind. She’d always wondered. He knew everything she did and all the feelings she kept bottled up, trying to hide them even from herself.