by Desiree Holt
Or the desire.
He held her as the aftershocks rippled through her, body jerking and convulsing, tight little ass pushing back again and again on his still swollen cock.
How could she ever give up the feelings he aroused in her, the volatile sex that threatened every moment to burn them alive? No man had ever given her this, made her pleasure more important than his own. He owned her now, she was his to do with as he wished and she wasn’t sure she’d ever get enough of him. She’d gone and done it now, for sure.
At last, when she was sure one more spasm would kill her, Jesse collapsed forward on her, pressing her into the mattress, his strong arms holding her tightly to him.
Alexa had no idea how long they lay there, glued together, sweat drying on their skin, lungs gasping for air, and hearts trying valiantly to find a calmer rhythm.
Jesse’s arm moved, and his fingers traced a pattern on her cheek. He tucked the sweat-soaked strands of hair behind her ear and feathered tiny kisses on her shoulder and neck.
“Jesus Christ, Alexa,” he breathed.
“Indeed.”
They were silent again for a long while. Then he moved and rolled them to their feet. “I hope you have an inexhaustible supply of hot water because I think we need another shower.”
He lifted her with arms that shook slightly and headed for the bathroom.
“We have some serious talking to do,” he told her, adjusting the faucets. “Whatever this started out to be, it’s moved way past it. It’s a lot more than play now. I’m a selfish bastard, darlin’, and I’m through trying to be noble. Somehow, we’ll work through what I do and what we are together, because I have a news flash for you. You belong to me now, Alexa Morgan. You’re mine. Remember that.”
Would you still feel that way, Jesse, my love, if you knew the woman you’re holding in your arms is only half-human? What then?
Chapter Six
Alexa had pulled her nightshirt back on, and Jesse had a bath towel knotted low on his hips. She found an open bottle of wine in the fridge and brought it into the bedroom with two glasses. Now, they sat cross-legged on the bed, sharing it.
“I don’t know why I’m not passed out on your floor.” He grinned. “Charlie and I had a hellacious night tonight. Then I show up here and fuck your brains out. Not to mention what’s left of mine.” He raised his glass in a toast to her. “You could breathe life into a mummy, sweet thing. I see you and I don’t know what I want to do first—lick that sweet little slit of yours or suck your tasty nipples. Maybe feel your ass clench itself around my fingers or fill your pretty cunt jam-full with my cock.”
Alexa couldn’t believe she blushed. “Maybe it was all that adrenaline driving you,” she pointed out.
He shook his head. “Possibly a little, but, darlin’, the rest is you.” His eyes raked her over the rim of his glass. “I don’t know what it is, Alexa. The first time I saw you, I wanted your body. That’s all it was. I’ll admit it. You don’t know how many nights I dreamed about stripping you naked and stuffing my cock into you as far as it would go.”
“I…had thoughts about you, too,” she admitted with a shy little smile.
Jesse put his glass carefully on the nightstand. “The sex is phenomenal. Better than I could have imagined.”
“But?” Her stomach knotted. She didn’t think she wanted hear what came next. She wasn’t ready for this yet.
He reached for the hand not holding the wine glass, linking his fingers through hers. “This is about a lot more than sex, sweet thing. A lot more. And I don’t think either of us expected it.”
I didn’t. That’s for sure.
“I tried to talk to you about this the other night, but we got…sidetracked.”
“I like that track,” she grinned.
“Me, too, darlin’, but I can’t have you walk into this unless you really know what’s going on.”
Oh, Jesse, you have no idea how much I know.
“Like I tried to say before, there are reasons why I’ve never looked for any kind of permanent relationship,” he went on. “You know what kind of job I have. I don’t think it’s fair to a woman to ask her to deal with that. All that garbage and anxiety and the constant worry.”
Alexa sipped slowly on her wine. She had to be very careful here not to give anything away. “I know you’re on the gang task force. And I’ve seen and read enough about it to know it’s dangerous and dirty work.”
His face darkened and his eyes shuttered, an automatic response to close out unpleasantness. “See, that’s the thing, Alexa. What I do is so dirty I hate to soil our relationship by even discussing it.”
“Damn it, Jesse.” She tossed back the rest of the wine. “If you’re setting up roadblocks here, I should at least know what they are. I’m a big girl. I won’t run away screaming.” She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Jesse picked up one of her hands in his and began to play lightly with the fingers. “This county has been a breeding ground for gangs. It’s a poor county and doesn’t offer the kids a lot.”
“So, they form gangs,” she guessed.
He nodded. “For a long time, it was no more than a lot of pushing and shoving and posturing. We kept it pretty much under control. But the last few months, the action’s been ramped up. There are a couple of idiots who think they need to earn their stripes with all-out warfare, plus they’re looking to expand their territory.”
“That’s how you got beaten up, right? Trying to keep this from happening.”
Jesse nodded. “Charlie and I are assigned to keep the lid on the central part of the county. But that’s where the worst of the trouble is brewing.” He took a deep breath and let it out in a slow stream. “Which is why we’re having this chat. Darlin’, I could come home any night in a body bag. That’s not something I’d like to think of you waiting up for.”
Alexa tightened her grip on his fingers, weighing her words carefully. Everything he said made sense and gave her the opening she needed, so why didn’t she just take it?
Stupid, Alexa. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
“I think part of that choice has to be mine, don’t you agree?”
“Alexa. Darlin’. You saw the condition I came home in the other night. What if I’d been dead, instead?”
“But….”
“Take tonight, for example.”
She listened carefully while he spoke, keeping her eyes focused on her hands in her lap. Not even by a flicker of an eyelash would she give herself away.
“It might have turned out worse,” he told her, “except the strangest thing happened.”
“Oh?” She tensed, knowing what was coming.
“Remember the other night I told you I thought I saw a big dog run through here? Well, she showed up again tonight. And here’s the craziest thing. Charlie thinks it’s a wolf.”
“A wolf?” Her heart almost tripped over itself. She tried to keep her voice to a normal level of surprise. “Around here?”
Jesse nodded. “Yeah. Can you believe it? It was the damndest thing. I guess some of them hang out at that old deserted citrus grove.” He laughed. “This one seems to be adopting me.”
“Adopting you.”
“Uh-huh. You wouldn’t believe what happened if I told you.” He sighed heavily. “You know, I had it all planned out. I’d come in here tonight, give you a big hug, then tell you in a reasonable manner why it isn’t good for you to be seeing me. Tell you everything I just said.”
No, Jesse, not yet. I can’t walk away from you yet.
“Besides,” he continued, “I hate the dirt I bring in here with me, the garbage from the streets that still clings to me.”
“Jessie, I—”
“But the minute I lay eyes on you, all I can think about is devouring every inch of you. Wrapping you up and keeping you in my pocket forever.”
Alexa drew in a deep breath and let it out. “Life is all about chances, Jesse. You do what you do to protect the people who can’t protect themselves agains
t these vermin. But, to survive, you need someone to lead you out of the darkness and into clean light.” She inched closer. “Why can’t I be that person? There are lots of things you don’t know about me that might send you running for Alaska. But, hell, for now at least, I’m willing to take a chance.”
But will you?
He studied her face for a long moment.
“I don’t guess we have much choice, do we?” One corner of his mouth quirked up in a sexy half-grin. “Especially when you tempt me like this.”
They were sitting cross-legged, Indian-style, knees touching. Her cunt was exposed to him, wet and slick once more. His cock was hard again despite the intense orgasm they’d shared.
His eyes dark with passion, he reached forward with his thumbs and peeled away the hood shielding her swollen erogenous knot, now a dark red.
“You know, your clit’s like a tiny dick,” he said in wonder. “A miniature cock.”
He pulled her closer until her naked breasts rubbed against the hair-roughened wall of his chest. Uncrossing her legs, he wrapped them around his waist and pulled her as close as possible. A look of awe was still stamped on his face. He took his shaft in one hand and with the other peeled back the hood protecting the hot bud of her clit, pressing against it as intimately as he could. The tiny bundle of hot flesh rubbed against the slit at the head of his cock, lubricated by the thick drop of pre-cum.
“Tell me how it feels, Alexa.” His voice was hot and raw. “How does it feel to rub that clit right on my cock?”
Alexa felt cream flood from her at his words, and the nerves in her cunt danced in response. Fire bubbled in her veins, and primitive urges that she fought every day to control surged forward like a wild storm.
“Jesse,” she breathed, rubbing her distended clit into the notch of his broad head.
His hands grabbed her face with unintentional roughness. “Christ, Alexa, I need you more than I need to breathe.” He pushed away from her. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He returned wearing a condom. Lowering himself to the bed again, he gripped her hips, lifted her, and impaled her on his swollen, rigid penis. Hard. Seating her so their thighs were glued together. They were both so aroused, the moment her vaginal muscles gripped him, clamped down on him, they both began to climax.
Alexa trembled, sweat pouring from her as her body shattered and flew into space. They rocked together as they shook and shivered.
Time passed as they sat with their arms tightened around each other, as if letting go would allow them to splinter apart. As they struggled to drag air into their lungs, Alexa could feel the heavy beat of Jesse’s heart slamming against her ribs, in cadence with her own.
She wanted to say something, but her brain couldn’t make her mouth work or find any words to string together. At last, Jesse pulled his head back, placed a feather-light kiss on her parched lips, and rolled them to the side.
Eventually, Alexa felt him soften inside her, enough that they could separate themselves with a wet, sexy plop! It sounded like a whip crack in the air. Jesse rose and went to dispose of the condom. When he came back, he slipped into bed beside her, pulling her against him, her head tucked into his shoulder.
“I think we could both use some sleep,” he told her.
She rubbed her hands on the moist curls on his chest, her fingers caressing his flat, hard nipples. “You take care of yourself out there at night, you hear me, Jesse Farrell? We’ll worry about everything else later.”
He tucked her head under his chin. “Doin’ my best, sweet thing. Doin’ my best.”
And I’m doing my best, too.
***
Alexa had to plan carefully. With the gang situation likely to explode at any time, Jesse—and by extension, Charlie—would require her constant vigilance. Each night, as she changed into her wolf-self and followed Jesse and Charlie, she could feel and see and hear the high voltage crackling in the air.
Bang Bang was determined to have it all, no matter what the cost. Trailing the banged up cop car through the county, she listened at every stop as Jesse and Charlie tried to be the voice of reason with a jacked-up group of kids.
Her night vigils meant a change in both her work and sleep habits. Especially since Jesse was at her front door minutes after he arrived home each night. She was eternally grateful she could get by on a minimum of sleep, get her work done, and be awake and alert when Jesse rang her bell.
She also thanked all the gods and Fates that the rain had decided to move on with no immediate plans to return. The hot, sultry Florida nights were bad enough when she was running all over hell’s half acre. Getting seriously drenched at the same time would be totally unpleasant.
Most evenings as she followed the car, she kept to the shadows. No use calling attention to herself unnecessarily, but she was constantly vigilant, keeping them in her line of sight, ready to attack if the situation called for it.
Sometimes she caught Jesse searching the shadows, as if sensing her presence. She wondered if he was beginning to catch her scent. No. Impossible. She’d been told her wolf form masked her human odor. Still, she noticed an ever-present air of expectancy in his posture whenever he was out of the car.
And maybe that was good. Word of the attack on Bang Bang had spread throughout the county and, by now, had reached epic proportions. Combined with the growing rumor of wolves in the area, the gangs didn’t seem quite as anxious to be aggressive with Jesse and Charlie. Oh, they were hyped, no question about it. But to Alexa it seemed everyone was waiting for someone else to make the first move.
“It’s a balancing act,” Jesse told her one night, greedily swallowing a cold beer. “If we can somehow get each group to find a comfort zone in their own geographic area, we can call a general meet. Try to set some ground rules. Maybe let out some of the steam.”
“Are you worried that won’t happen?”
“Bang Bang’s injury is serving a dual purpose. It’s making him more cautious. But it’s also giving the other groups a sniff of his fear. They might decide to move in on him when they think his defenses are down. You know, like predators attacking a wounded animal.”
Oh, yes, Jesse. I know all about that.
But the talk always came much later, after their bodies were sated and spent. They no longer required words or signals to tell each other what they needed.
Jesse would hit the door and be pulling his clothes off even as he captured her mouth and devoured it, his body vibrating with desire. Hyped-up on an adrenaline high, he was barely inside her house before he was inside her, filling her with his swollen cock, cleansing himself of the street dirt with the beauty of her orgasm. She knew what he wanted. Quick and hard to take the edge off.
Then, their greedy hunger slaked for the moment, they took a long, sensuous shower. Body vibrating in anticipation, he would draw her into the shower with him, immediately leaning forward against the tile wall, waiting for her touch.
***
Ever since that first night of dangerously exciting exploration, she could feel his hunger for what she did to him under the hot stream of water.
He was so ready for her that he almost came from little more than the anticipation. The place where Alexa penetrated his body tightened with expectation. Her knowing fingers always took him to an incredibly high peak, wringing an orgasm from him that exceeded anything he’d ever felt.
Now, as he stepped under the spray of the shower, the tentacles of things dark and forbidden reached through his body, coiling up from his belly as he awaited the touch of her hands, the glide of her fingers into his ass.
It was always the same.
He closed his eyes, visualizing her lathering her hands with the scented soap. In a moment, he felt her small hands, like the wings of a bird, moving in a slow circular motion from his neck to his waist. He’d never known what erogenous zones shoulders could be, or the tiny spaces between bumps on the spinal column.
Her nimble fingers danced up and down his spine
, light as a feather, then swooped over the taut muscles of his buttocks. Jesse couldn’t believe the hunger she’d created in him for what he called her “little trick.” Do it now, he wanted to beg her. But she always took her time, drawing out every sensation until his body felt ready to explode.
He sucked in his breath when her hand moved around to the front, caressing his belly then toying with the thick nest of pubic curls. He almost cried with relief when her fingers at last wrapped themselves around his cock. She began a gentle up and down motion, sliding from the root to the thick head and back again.
Her fingertips on his balls were like the touch of a faery, and he felt them harden and draw up. Jesus, she had gotten good at this since that first tentative episode. He was still shocked at how it turned him on and how much he looked forward to it. He couldn’t think of another woman he would allow to explore him so intimately.
He held himself in breathless anticipation as her hand stroked the length of the cleft of his buttocks. Each time she passed the tight opening of his asshole, his cock jerked, and he knew tiny drops of pre-cum had to be beading at the head.
Then she was there, small fingers sliding into that firm opening, into the hot darkness of his rectum. One finger, then two, moving in a scissor-like motion to stretch the tissues. He could have ejaculated at that very moment, but then he’d miss the rest of the erotic play, the teasing, the tormenting.
A groan rumbled up from his throat as, tonight, a third finger joined the other two, the first time she’d done that. Her delicate hand began its ride up and down his rock-hard penis. The muscles of his rectum clenched around her, alternating sensations of heat and ice flashing through him, his shaft swelling almost painfully in her hand.
There. Oh, God. She’d found that spot inside she loved to probe, the one that took him right to the edge of the world.
Ohgodohgodohgod.
He couldn’t help it. He rolled his hips, pushing against first the one hand, then the other. He felt his orgasm begin to build in his belly, in his testicles, at the base of his spine.
