I wanted her to know her strength. I wanted her to know exactly what she was capable of, how much she was capable of. Even if she refused me at the end, at least I could let her go knowing I’d given her something she would never again lose: self-worth.
When you knew exactly what you possessed, no one could ever demean you. No one could ever belittle it because you were aware of its full potential, of your full potential.
I watched as her chest rose and fell, her breasts thrusting up and out with the effort. Her nipples were dark rosy peaks that had my mouth watering, my groin winding even tighter.
Damn it. I couldn’t lose control. I had to ignore my cock, straining up against my stomach. I had to pretend like my balls weren’t on the verge of exploding, the pressure damn near agonizing. I cupped myself, squeezing hard, trying to dull the ache with fresh pain. It did little to relieve the mounting need building low in my stomach.
I fisted my hands, forcing myself to walk away. I plopped down in one of the club chairs by the window. I gripped the arms of the chair, my knuckles white as I clamped down on the ends.
This was torture. Damn it. I knew beating myself over things past didn’t change them, but damn, I wish it did.
I stared at her curvy figure. It was more gorgeous than I had imagined. Her swells, her rounded features seemed to ensconce her, wrapping her into an elegant package of femininity. My hands itched to caress her. Gliding my fingers down her wasn’t enough. I’d felt her silk beneath them; I knew her curves would be cushions of satin against my stone.
I bore down on my muscles, punching my wolf as he pounced towards the surface again. She was lying out, a feast for us both. I knew the temptation; my body and spirit felt the temptation, reacted to her lure.
I leapt up the second she began to stir.
She stretched, her eyes fluttering open. The moment she realized her situation, I saw the panic rise within her. Her gaze slid down her body, then narrowed on me. She jerked on the bindings.
“Jayson!”
I watched as her anger slid beneath embarrassment. She averted her gaze, her cheeks flaming.
I knew it was time. She would learn exactly what she did to me, and I’d see to it that she embraced the power she had over me.
I strolled towards her. As I loomed over her, I cupped her cheek and turned her face towards me. She immediately closed her eyes.
“Open them,” I ordered.
She hesitantly shook her head ‘no.’
“Laina, look at me.” My tone was more abrasive this time.
She bit her bottom lip, squeezing her eyelids.
I moved my hand, depriving her of the contact I knew her wolf craved. “Last chance.”
She remained deathly still, not heeding my warning.
I carefully climbed on the bed, ensuring I didn’t touch her. I placed my knees between hers and leaned forward, my lower arms holding the weight of my upper body, braced on either side of her chest.
My wolf punched my core, thrashing about in an effort to break me. I’d never been so close to her, so close to what I wanted, yet so far.
I swallowed hard, trying to retain my calm, hard façade.
I slid my gaze over her. I was captured, enraptured by her perfect mounds, plush and full. They sat begging for my mouth to claim them. And that’s when I decided I would attack them first.
Shifting my weight to my elbows, I grabbed her breasts. Her breath hitched the second my hands framed her intimate flesh. Her breasts immediately molded to my palms.
It was her turn to swallow hard. She tugged her arms, but only proceeded to jam her hands tighter into the cuffs.
I smiled a predatory smile, a deviant smile even as she held tightly to her rebellion. Her eyes remained clamped shut.
I swiped my thumbs across her sensitive buds. She gasped, her eyelids flying open.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, indignation resounding in her tone.
“Why don’t you defend yourself?” I flicked my thumbs again.
She flushed, biting her inner lip. She was controlling her reaction; the initial shock had worn off quickly. I would have to become more aggressive with my pursuit.
She glared at me. “I don’t have to answer that.”
“Fine, but I promise you’ll want to when I take you to the edge and refuse to let you go over it.”
Before she could respond, I capture one of her nipples in my mouth. I lapped my tongue over the tight bud as I pinched her other peak.
Her brows furrowed inwards as she more sharply bit her lip. There was stress in her eyes. I could tell she wanted to let loose, but she wasn’t allowing herself to, which frustrated the hell out of me.
I nipped at her sensitive flesh, thoroughly laving the tight bud before switching breasts. It was the change that shocked her, garnering a whimper from her.
I drew back. “Why don’t you stand up for yourself?”
She frowned, opening and closing her mouth several times, but not saying anything. When she clinched her mouth shut for the final time, I growled, squeezing her breasts roughly.
I slid up her, leaning in near her ear. “You will answer that question before the day is over.”
I lightly bit her ear lobe, moving down to kiss the pulse point in her neck. I drew my tongue up and down over her pulsing vein before running my teeth gently over her jaw. I nearly shouted in victory when her lower body squirmed.
I held my aching lower half away from her. Should my cock feel her warmth, I knew it would be over.
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Chapter Nine
LAINA
My pussy gushed with need, with a novel yearning that had my legs fumbling, my ankles jerking on the cuffs. My breasts throbbed, a fresh ache awakened within them. His mouth had felt like heaven against my flesh; I swore I heard angels sing when his tongue passed over my nipples.
Of course, I knew what he was doing. He’d warned me. Perhaps I didn’t have any sexual experience, but I’d read enough books to know. All the “prep books” I’d devoured didn’t prepare me for the sensations that wracked my body when he touched me though.
He smiled knowingly as he kissed a trail down my neck and over the swells of my breasts. He sucked a tight peak into his mouth. I wanted to cry out; I wanted to thrust deeper into his mouth, into the warm, wet soft cave of his mouth. But I didn’t. I held still. I stiffened my muscles and fought every instinct, every desire.
His brows dipped in the center before he switched breasts. I closed my eyes, officially biting through my skin as his tongue and teeth teased my other taut bud. I pressed my tongue against the fresh wound, blood seeping from it, as he continued to torture me.
“Are you ready to answer me yet?” His steady voice sung his patience.
I couldn’t imagine that he was enjoying this. Why would he want to make a fat girl feel good? What guy, were or not, would want, could want, to taste and tease every dip and swell of her stretched flesh?
With that reminder, my body seemed to cool. My heart cracked, my chest collapsing in on it. I jerked on the stupid restraints. Suddenly, his tongue felt like sandpaper against my skin. There was no reason for him to go to such lengths. Did he think I wasn’t embarrassed enough by their words, by their comments? Who wanted to draw that out? I wanted to escape them, not fight them.
Sensing my change, Jayson immediately let go me. He sighed, pressing his forehead against the center of my chest.
Tears burned my eyes behind my closed lids, prompting me to open them. I blinked several times. Damn it! I was not going to cry again. Crying made me weak. I was fat, but I was still a were, and weres weren’t weak. They were strong creatures that slipped in and out of two worlds, living a double life, a dual existence.
The second a sniffle slipped, Jayson’s head shot straight up.
His eyes softened as he gazed at me. He lifted a hand and caressed my face. “What do you need?”
Too choked to speak with the lump in my throat growing larger by the second, I shrugg
ed my shoulders. Maybe that was part of the problem. I knew I had issues, but I didn’t know what it would take for me to change. I didn’t know myself well enough to know what I needed. I knew what I wanted, but not what I needed.
How could I be twenty-six and not know myself yet? How did I get here?
Fear knotted in my chest. I couldn’t answer him. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to; it was because I couldn’t. I didn’t know the answer because I didn’t know myself. I knew facts, like that I was fat; full-figured was the politically correct title. I knew I loved nature. I knew that Jayson was the mate nature dictated for me. I didn’t know much else. I’d been so ashamed of my outside that I hadn’t bothered to get to know myself, to define myself beyond the superficial.
“Talk to me, sweetie.” Jayson studied me closely. His eyes were like a microscope, scrutinizing every twitch, every change in my features.
I shifted my gaze to the ceiling. “I don’t know,” was my whispered response.
He moved his hand. “Damn it, Laina. You can’t run forever.” Gone was the kindness. His words were a brusque snap of his thoughts.
He wasn’t saying anything I didn’t already know though. People never said anything I didn’t already know about myself. They pointed out the obvious, never the conspicuous truths that I wasn’t aware of.
I glanced at him, unsure of how to respond to that. I could only imagine how pathetic I seemed to him. I was sad that nature had mated us. It wasn’t fair to him. He was the epitome of a strong, confident individual. He knew his path, he knew himself and didn’t waver; he never broke under the pressure of his roles, never quivered in the mirror. I needed to be more like him.
I chuckled inwardly. I had to fight to hold back a small smile. I’d discovered my first need. Too bad I could never admit it.
“What’s going through that head?” His eyes lit up; his interest peeked.
I shook my head negatively. I wasn’t answering that.
“Laina.” His tone held authority and advice. He was advising me to answer him.
I knew my eyes sparkled as a new fire of defiance blazed within me. He wasn’t my husband. I didn’t have to answer to him or my family. I was independent for the first time in my life.
“You really want to test me, don’t you?” He barked.
I couldn’t contain my laugh. He took himself so seriously… or perhaps I was becoming a little delirious.
He roared, his wolf flashing in his eyes.
I immediately shut my mouth, swallowing the rest of my amusement. Fear worked through me in its place. If Jayson unleashed his wolf, I was done. He was done.
His wolf didn’t care about my excess stuffing; he only cared about the possession. Nature stated that I was his and he would stop at nothing until I was his. My limited offerings meant nothing; my physical differences did nothing to slow his pursuit.
At the sight of his wolf, my own stirred for the first time in a while. She peered through my eyes at her mate. It was like long lost lovers finding each other again. I felt the emotional tug on my heart. For one moment, just one moment, my heart overrode my mind. I knew there would never be another Jayson. There would never be a man I wanted more, never be another wolf my own connected with on this level.
I closed my eyes, blocking their connection to regain my control. I couldn’t be pulled under the veil of longing. I couldn’t surrender to an arranged marriage of sorts. It wasn’t in me. Not when I knew Jayson didn’t feel the same.
I never smelled his arousal. His desire lived in his eyes alone, which were merely his wolf’s peepholes when roused, not a true reflection of his own wants. He wanted to shut his wolf up, but I knew he didn’t truly want to be mated to me.
That was a sobering reminder. It gave me enough resistance to rebuild the wall around my heart. It was the only protection I had in this moment. I was spread naked beneath him, chained to his bed. I couldn’t physically defend myself. So I had to mentally and emotionally fortress myself.
I embraced my new resilience as I opened my eyes, finally ready to face the giant.
He smashed his lips together in an angry line. “Damn it, Laina. Stop pushing me away.”
“Why?” I didn’t know where the courage to ask came from, but I was grateful for it.
“Because you’re my mate,” he ground out.
“That’s why I’m pushing.” I waited with baited breath for his reaction to my admittance.
He put more space between us as he jerked back. He angled his head, considering me. “I don’t believe you,” he finally said.
Shit.
“You can fool everyone, Laina, even yourself, but you can never hide the truth from me.”
He fell upon me, his mouth connecting with my flesh again.
I shivered as he lightly skimmed his lips across the channel between my breasts. Awareness rocked my body, bolts of desire chased through me. His move was so sensual, required so much control. His emotions were a storm in his eyes moments ago; his anger had tightened his features before, but now he was handling me with kid gloves. He was being gentle, treating me like I was a precious treasure.
My wall of protection trembled as he continued to soothe my skin with his lips. His hands gently cradled my curves, sliding around them, framing them as he moved down my body.
I could hold off the alpha, I could fight off the desperate wolf, but I couldn’t save myself from the human part of Jayson, the part that made me feel special for the first time in my life. He drew more than a physical reaction this time; he caused my emotions to capsize, to crush my barriers as they rushed to the exterior.
He kissed my hips, gliding his lips along the widest part of me, from one side to the other. It was more than the action that captured me though; it was the look in his eyes. His eyes sparkled with delight, with, dare I say, love.
I felt the saltiness stinging the basins of my eyes as he pressed a kiss to my mound. He moved down my inner thighs. He took his time placing small kisses on my thunder thighs that looked like they were stuffed with cottage cheese.
“So beautiful.” His whisper was full of worship.
Damn it, Jayson. My tears finally overflowed.
I was past the fact that I was naked before a golden god. I was beyond the fact that I was bound to his bed. I was stuck, trapped in his actions. No one had ever handled me with reverence.
He wrapped his arms around my hips as he settled before my center. He lifted his gaze to my waterlogged one. “I’m going to make you feel good, and then you’re going to answer me. Deal?” His voice was soft. The baritone in it washed over me, swaddling me in verbal comfort.
Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded my head in agreement. If he could go to such lengths, if he could embrace my curves with more love than I had for them, then he deserved something in return.
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Chapter Ten
JAYSON
Her scent was intoxicating. It was the most concentrated, the most potent at her apex, the heart of where I would connect with her.
My heart broke at the silent tears streaming down her face. She was in so much emotional pain; it tore me apart. I wished I could bear it for her. I wished I could drown myself in the sorrow she felt, in the pool of emotions she was struggling not to lose herself in.
She deserved so much out of life. She deserved so much more than she ever got, than she ever gave herself. She didn’t realize just how wonderful she was.
Every afternoon she worked with the pack young. They loved her. She was their hero. She helped all twenty-four elementary aged children with their homework daily. She guided them through projects and enabled them the way I longed to embolden her. They were the ones who’d remained quiet at the table. They never spoke against her because people remembered the way you made them feel, and she made every single child feel special. They weren’t even her kin.
She was going to be an amazing mother. My wolf nearly purred at the thought.
A pang of pain spread through my chest. I
didn’t know what I’d do when she did finally walk away for good. My wolf scratched my insides, the wounds inflicted in wrath. I’d deal with it somehow, I’d deal with my wolf somehow, but it wouldn’t make her absence any less painful, the experience of watching her leave any less awful. She deserved happiness though. She deserved whatever she wanted, especially after all she’d been through.
My father had passed away abruptly four years ago. He and his brother had been killed in a head on car crash. A semi-truck collided with them, crushing them beyond what their supernatural bodies could repair. My father’s pack beta, Stephen, took over our old pack and my brothers, mother and I moved to take over my uncle’s pack.
The second I crossed the town’s border, I sensed her. Coming face to face with her for the first time, she’d taken my breath away. She was so beautiful, her eyes so striking; capturing me the same way her curvy figure did. I’d been enraptured with her ever since.
To let go of her was going to be hell, but I couldn’t hold her down. I didn’t want to hold her back.
Before my emotions could get the best of me, I refocused on her body.
Using my fingers, I spread her lips, baring her pretty pink flesh to me. Her breath hitched as I blew on her. She looked delectable. She smelled so appetizing. I would never get enough of her.
I met her gaze as I slid my tongue from bottom to top. Her tears stuttered as her mouth fell open.
I reveled in her reaction. It drove me to astound her. I shoved my tongue deep inside her. She gasped, trying to jerk away from me. I tightened my arms around her, holding her to me.
Finally, after four years of longing, I smelled her arousal.
Only then did I give in with gusto. She tasted delicious; the perfect balance of savory and sweet hit my tongue, increasing my hunger for her even as I ate.
My desire skyrocketed as her new scent combined with the taste of her. My muscles began to shake as my wolf thrashed about. My cock ached; my balls drew snug, feeling like they were being wrapped around a stem of thorns. A fire blazed in my groin, a potent need that nearly broke me. It took every ounce of strength within me not to give in, not to just drive into her and set my wolf free.
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