by Nikki Drost
With a growl, Jamie sits back on his heels and releases my legs from the padded cuffs. His places my legs on his shoulders and showers my ankles with gentle kisses.
I take a moment to catch my breath and glance around his bedroom. There are lit candles placed all over the dark room, casting shadows against Jamie’s bronzed skin. God, he is so beautiful. No that’s not really the right word to describe the man whose nibbling on my calves but I’m not sure a word has been invented that would be appropriate enough. The man takes my breath away.
“Keep looking at me like that, princess, and this thing we got going on will be over before it gets started.” He smirks against the inside of my thigh. “Have you ever heard of a violet wand, princess?”
I nod my head yes. I have never used one personally, but I’ve heard they can be quite pleasurable.
“You trust me, right?” His dark eyes take on a cognac shade in the candlelight.
I could get lost in his gaze it’s so mesmerizing. Behind the beauty is a wall of pain that I want to demolish. I don’t know what he’s seen or what was done to him, but somehow I vow to heal him. Jamie raises a brow in question and I realize I hadn’t answered his question.
“I trust you with my life, my body, my soul, and most importantly my heart. I am all yours Jamie, for as long as you want me.” My voice wavers at the end and I could kick my own ass for sounding so vulnerable.
“Hey, look at me.” Jamie’s fingers lift my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You are mine, Kelsey, and I am yours. Do you hear me? You’re it for me, you are the only female I will ever want or need. And some day when you’re ready you will become my wife.”
Holy shit, this is really happening. Jamie Trudeau wants to marry me! Christ, I think I might faint. Then I remember that he told me that he doesn’t want kids and my smile wavers.
“I can smell your emotions, princess, and I thought if you knew how I felt it would make you happy, maybe ease some of your fears instead you are you disappointed, why?”
“You can smell my emotions!” Sheesh, I wonder what other little tricks this man has up his inked sleeves.
“Yes and you should remember that the next time you try to lie to me now stop trying to change the subject.”
Okay, Kelsey, this man has been honest with you and he deserves the same in return. I take a deep breath and wish like hell I wasn’t naked and tied to a bed for this conversation.
“I want to spend eternity with you Jamie, but I know that someday I’ll want children and you said you never want to be a father. Is it the loss of freedom or extra responsibility? Or do you just not like kids?”
I know it’s way too early to be discussing something like this, but just because it’s not a major issue now doesn’t mean it won’t be down the road. I’d rather know all of the facts before I dive into something as serious as marriage.
“Kelsey,” Jamie sighs while running a hand over his trimmed Mohawk. “I’m not ready to open that particular can of fucked up worms, especially not when your gloriously naked in my bed, but I will tell you once you hear my reasons you will agree with me. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, hell of any female, but trust me when I say that having my young would be a huge mistake.”
I can’t see how that is possible. Jamie is so much more than the image he projects. Underneath his bad boy persona lays a caring and loving man. If given the opportunity I know he would be an exceptional father.
“Can we put this problem on a shelf for now? I’ve got two shifters to locate, a horde of drug dealing vampires to kill, a gun shipment to stop, and a gorgeous woman to ravish.”
I know I shouldn’t give in, but how can I argue with him when he says things like that?
“I hope it’s not in that particular order,” I tease. “I’ll drop it for now, but this discussion isn’t over. I want to know everything about you, Jamie, and that includes your past.”
“I hear you, princess, loud and clear and we will talk, later. Now back to what I was saying, you know I can harness electricity right?”
Oh god, where is he going with this? “Are you trying to tell me you can double as a walking, talking sex toy?” I say with a little more bravado than I feel. Jamie can’t be serious.
Jamie tosses his head back in laughter. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but that is definitely a new one. Now enough talking, more feeling.”
To drive his point home Jamie leans in and kisses me, our tongues swirl in a sensual game of cat and mouse. His teeth nip at my bottom lip before leaving my mouth to trail kisses over my jaw and down to my neck. I moan loudly has Jamie sucks on the already dark spot on my neck.
“I love seeing my mark on your skin,” he growls, “It lets every male shifter know that you are spoken for, and princess, you are spoken for.”
His lips crash against mine before I can utter a protest, not that I would. I know it’s not PC of me, but damn he makes being dominated seem hotter than hell. I close my eyes as Jamie cups my breasts, his teeth scrape against my flesh. His tongue tentatively flicks over my hardening nub, a jolt of electricity flares across my breast and the surrounding area.
“Oh my god, that feels so fucking good, baby. More, I need more.”
Jamie’s lips lift into a smile against the valley of my breasts. Our eyes lock just as his tongue skims across my other tight bud. A tiny blue electrical bolt laps over my skin resulting in nothing but pure unadulterated bliss. My head thrashes against his pillows as Jamie proceeds to lick and touch every inch of my body. Our mixed moans join and echo off the walls of his room. If this man had neighbors, I’m sure they would know his name by now.
I’m brought out of my musing as Jamie cups my ass cheeks lifting them off of the bed bringing my pussy to his skillful mouth. His eyes sparkle with mischief before he licks the entire length of my sex then clamps his mouth around my clit. I scream as a violent orgasm rips through me with such force that my entire body is shaking with the effects.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about, how did that feel, princess?”
Is he kidding? That was frigging mind blowing. I’ve never come so fast or hard in my life. I’m unable to respond, the only thing I can do is lay there and try to catch my barrings. The man has the nerve to chuckle while removing the cuffs from my wrists. He gives them the same treatment he had my ankles while spreading my thighs with his own.
“Keep your eyes on me, princess, I want to stare into your eyes as you come on my cock.”
I bite my lip and nod like an idiot. Jamie captures my lips as he drives his hips forward. I’m not going to lie, it’s painful, but it’s a good kind of pain. His cock is so long and thick I can feel him nudging my womb, but I still want more. Jamie grabs my wrists in his large hands and pins me to the bed as ACDC continues to play in the background.
“Fuck, woman, you feel good, so fucking tight,” Jamie says through clinched teeth.
His thrusts are slow and hard hitting me in all of the right places. His jaw ticks like he’s trying to hold back his own release until I’ve had my fill. God, I love this man. Wait. Is this love or just extreme lust?
“EYES,” He growls while releasing my wrists from his grip.
Shit, I hadn’t realized I had closed them. I stare into his dark orbs while running my hands all over his heated skin, it’s like he has lava running through his veins instead of blood. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer with my legs. I can feel the muscles in his back ripple with his every movement.
“FUCK! You are so goddamn sexy, Kelsey.”
His fingers thread into my hair, bringing his face inches from my own. “MINE!” he growls, his chocolate eyes morph to crimson as every flame in the room grows in size.
Even the fireplace comes to life with a whoosh of glowing red and orange flames.
“Tell me that you’re mine, tell me you’ll be mine forever,” he pleads as his pace quickens.
The vulnerable look in his eyes makes my heart hurt. “I’m yours, baby, always.”
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My response is rewarded with a smile and a jolt of electricity inside my sex. My inner walls clamp around his member like a vise. We come together violently while never breaking eye contact. Watching this man lose himself inside of me has got to be the most erotic thing I will ever witness.
“God, woman, you are going to kill me, but what a fucking way to go.”
***
Hours later, I find myself surrounded by seven half-naked men and one equally dressed she wolf. Damn, looking this good should be against the law or something. Everyone is waiting for Jamie, he had kicked me out of his room with the excuse that he needed to get his mind right before battle and couldn’t do that with me tempting him. Whatever, I wasn’t about to argue with him, not after the hours of hot kinky sex he had given me, that man should teach a class on dominance. A certain fictional billionaire has nothing on Jamie Trudeau. It’s just too bad he doesn’t have his own red room of pain, that could be fun.
Just as my mind had reached the bottom level of the gutter, the man in question jogs down the stairs wearing nothing more than a fitted black wife beater and the tightest pair of leather pants I have ever seen. My jaw hits the ground when I take in the location of his zipper. The bright silver teeth seem to draw one’s eye straight toward Jamie’s crotch. Jesus, you can almost see everything! He might as well be naked.
He catches my line of vision and rolls his eyes while flashing a huge grin. “Didn’t get enough of me earlier, princess? Don’t worry. I’ll take care of your needs when I get home.”
His cockiness snaps me out of my lusty stupor.
“And just where do you think you’re going in those pants? My god, Jamie, they are so tight people can see what religion you are. If you go outside dressed like that you’ll be arrested for indecent exposure.”
Okay, so maybe I’m stretching the truth, but there is no way in hell he’s going to strut around other women while his junk is on display.
“I guess she told you, brother. Better go and change before your mate has a heart attack.”
The men in the room all snicker at Lincoln’s comment. I on the other hand wish Jamie would wear something baggy and a loose fitting shirt would be nice.
“Fuck off, cub, my woman doesn’t want other females admiring the goods, isn’t that right? Don’t bother to deny it cause every shifter in a five mile radius can smell your jealousy.”
Why that arrogant, narcissistic extremely perceptive, asshat! Of course he’s hit the nail on the head, but I’m not about to admit that. His ego is big enough without me adding to it.
“You can relax, princess. I’m hunting vampires tonight not trolling for chicks.”
“Fine, but if you take one step into The Boonies dressed like that, I promise you, I’ll return the favor. I’ll make those women in rap videos look like they are wearing an entire winter wardrobe.”
Jamie ignores the laughter coming from his fellow Enforcers and flashes me a sly grin. “I like the color green on you, princess, it matches your eyes.”
***
“How long have they been gone?” I ask my best friend as I continue to pace the floor.
Andy is curled up on the couch clutching her husband’s shirt to her chest. “It’s been five minutes since the last time you asked so it’s been a total of thirty minutes.”
God is that all it’s been, it feels like Jamie has been gone for hours.
“Kelsey if anyone knows what you’re feeling right now, it’s me. I know this is hard, but if you are going to be with Jamie then you are going to have to learn to deal with this part of him.”
I know Andy’s right, but the thought of Jamie being hurt scares the shit out of me. I know he’s strong and powerful, but what if they get ambushed again?
“Kelsey, sweetie, you are going to drive yourself nuts pacing like that. Have a seat and I’ll make us some tea in a minute,” Grace says as she heads out onto the deck carrying a laundry basket.
“Where is she going?” I ask as I curl up in the only chair that faces the French doors. I want to be able to see Jamie the moment he steps into the house.
“The guys leave a trail of clothing all over this house, I’m guessing she’s going outside to collect any they may have left on the deck, and hopefully she’s leaving them running shorts to change into. That’s one thing about shifters that I will never get used to. Because they start to shift at a young age being naked around other people is sort of normal. I can’t tell you how many times they have just stripped in front of me or have come back from hunting in their human forms and I had to cover my eyes until they at least put on underwear.” Andy chuckles softly.
“Thankfully, Adam doesn’t like the idea of me seeing his brothers naked and has insisted they cover themselves the second they step onto the deck.”
“Wait, does that mean you’ve seen Jamie naked?”
Oh, she better not have. Jamie is sexy as hell and his body is nothing but sinewy muscle, colorful tattoos, and tanned skin, and for my eyes only.
“Trust me my husband’s naked body is the only one I’m interested in.” She sighs before bringing said husband’s shirt to her nose.
She’s lucky because if she had said yes, I would have demanded the only fair thing, which would be to see Adam naked of course.
“Why are you clutching his shirt like a security blanket?”
She inhales deeply before answering me. “The first time they left on a mission I was a lot like you are. They had been gone about an hour when I heard the explosion. I could see the smoke from the deck and thought for sure they were dead. I picked Adam’s shirt up from a pile of clothes and put it on. I honestly thought it was all I had left of him. Every time I would start to panic, I would breathe in his scent and feel better. I know it’s silly, but we’ve turned it into a game. He gives me his shirt to hold on to while he’s gone and he gets to strip it off of me when he returns.”
I stare into my best friends’ hazel eyes and even though she’s smiling, I can see the worry in them.
“I don’t think it’s silly at all, if anything it’s romantic. God knows I love Jamie’s cologne. That boy smells like smoke, sex, and pure sin.”
Andy scrunches her face and gives me a puzzled look. “They don’t wear cologne. Each shifter has a unique scent, but now that you mention it, I’ve never noticed anyone else’s but Adam’s. He smells like fresh air and sunshine.”
That’s weird. “Let me see his shirt for a minute.”
She tosses it to me and I press it to my nose. “I don’t smell anything but cigarette smoke and laundry detergent,” I say as I shrug my shoulders then toss the shirt back to her.
“Huh, maybe we can only smell our mates. I know other male shifters can smell Adam’s scent on me. It’s a warning to let others know that I am his. I bet you smell like, Jamie.”
I raise my wrist to my nose, but the only thing I smell is my vanilla body wash.
“That’s fine with me. I want the whole world to know that I’m his.”
“So everything’s good between you two?”
I can’t hide my smile. “It’s better than good. I admit there were a few bumps in the road at first but we talked and worked everything out.”
This last week with Jamie has been amazing. Not only have I had some of the best sex in my life, but somewhere along the way, Jamie and I have found some common ground. I had never expected to have such a deep connection with another person. I feel as though I can tell him anything without fear of being judged or ridiculed. It’s a heady feeling for sure and one I could get used to.
Normally my boyfriends treat me like I’m an object, something pretty and fun to play with on occasion. I’ve always been expected to keep my opinions to myself and above all else, always be the perfect subservient girlfriend, which would explain my ongoing single status. Jamie has changed all of that.
I’ve always been what some would consider wild in life and the bedroom, but Jamie has brought out this new sensual side that I didn’t know I had. I
want to do things with him that I’ve only read about in books.
The French doors open and I try to hide my disappointment as Grace enters the cabin. She places the full basket of folded clothes by the door and heads into the kitchen.
Andy glances at the clock on the mantle before releasing a weary sigh. Just as I’m about to ask her if she is alright there is a brisk knock at the door. Andy and I gaze at each other with widened eyes. Jamie hadn’t mentioned anyone stopping by.
“Should we answer it?” I whisper.
“I don’t know!” Andy waves her hands around frantically. “What if it’s one of their enemies?”
Well, if it is then we are screwed. Even if all of the doors and windows were locked, it wouldn’t be enough to keep out an angry shifter or vampire.
“If I were, then I wouldn't have knocked,” a familiar male voice says from the other side of the door. “Are yer gonna invite me in or leave me out in the cold ter freeze me shillelagh off?”
“Finn?” Andy asks as she reaches the door.
“Aye, lass, Micah asked me ter stop by ter check his security system.”
Andy gives me one more cautious glance before opening the front door.
“Micah didn’t mention anything to me, but then again why would he.” Andy ushers Finn inside and offers to take his leather jacket.
“T'anks Darlin’,” Finn glances around the room and lets out a loud sigh. “Micah is gonna owe me big time.”
“If you’re looking for Micah’s office, it’s downstairs.” Andy points toward the staircase. “It’s usually locked, but I can try to find the keys.”
Finn flashes a coy smile, one that I have seen him use at the bar when he’s trying to pick up women. Oh, who am I kidding, he doesn’t even have to try. Women just throw themselves at him. Apparently, men do as well.
“All I need is the kitchen an' I already know the way.” Finn hoists a heavy looking duffle bag onto his shoulder and struts toward the fore-mentioned room.
