Forbidden Love (Stone Pack Book 1)

by Harper Phoenix

  Then I see him—he stands at the edge of the small clearing. He’s big, as black as night and he has the same piercing green eyes. He’s a dominant wolf—that much is obvious in his gait alone, as he walks over to me. I rise, allowing a small growl to escape me. He returns it with a growl of his own. And bares his teeth. I lay down submitting to him. Looking up, I see his eyes are strong, taking every part of me in. He lays beside me then and begins lapping at my muzzle, cleaning me of the blood. I lay very still until he’s finished. He yips at me and throws his head over his shoulder beckoning me to go with him. I follow. Still uncertain. We run a while, and my fear eases, until he rounds on me, sniffing at my rear, and licking at me. I clamp my tail between my legs. Making him growl and prod at me with his muzzle. I sit in defiance, unsure of what he wants. He rubs himself up against me until all I can smell is him. Then he’s licking me, cleaning me all over. I don’t know how to respond to this behaviour because I’ve never experienced anything like it before, so I just remain still. We lay together in the dark. I feel warm and content and eventually, I fall asleep.

  I wake in my human form, not sure how I’ve gone through the whole change without waking because I’d never fallen asleep out of human form before. I have always changed and dressed after a run. I was butt-ass naked and cold, except for the solid heat at my back. Jared. His arm is wrapped around me, possessively.

  ‘Morning,’ he says with a smile on his face as I turn to look at him. I’m so confused, but I smile. I can’t help it. He’s also butt-ass naked and very much aroused. That alone makes me lose focus on what happened between us, at his house. The length of him is pressed teasingly against my ass and lower back, reminding me of just how big he is, and how much I need him inside me. He turns me onto my back,

  ‘Jared—’ I begin

  ‘Shhh, don’t.’

  He holds his weight above me with his arms and pushes my legs wide to accommodate him. He kisses me. It feels raw and full of emotion. I realise then that he’s crying. I lose myself in him. The kiss says so much. All the words I wanted to say.

  ‘I’m so sorry,’ he says, pushing his arm underneath me and rolling me so I straddle him. ‘I was a jerk. I’m so fucking sorry, will you forgive me?’ He sits up so our chests are touching and kisses me again, with a desperate hunger. I can’t speak—he won’t let me. He’s keeping my mouth busy with his own. I push away breaking the contact and instantly miss it.

  ‘Jared, this doesn’t change what I am. We can’t be together. Your pack won’t allow it.’

  He pulls me to him. My pert nipples, so sensitive as they brush up against his pecs.

  ‘It’s too late for that, Devon,’ he says, kissing my throat, my jaw and then he hovering over my lips. ‘When you left yesterday,’ he closes his eyes against the pain of it. ‘I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt like a piece of me had died.’

  ‘But I di—’

  ‘Just hear me out, please?’ he coaxes. I nod. ‘Devon, I want you, every part of you. I don’t care what others say. I wanted you before I knew about that part of you and nothing has changed. You’re still the same. I still want to be with you. I need you, Devon.’ Oh my God. Could we do this? Could I have him?

  I can’t speak. Instead, I kiss him, tasting him, sliding my tongue in teasingly. He growls, and latches onto my bottom lip, the pinch of pain sends vibrations all the way to my core. His hard cock is pressed up against my abdomen. I fist him in one hand and milk him. His answering moan spurs me on. I want to please him. I want him to know that I’m worth it. I move off him.

  ‘Stand up,’ I demand. He does as I ask with a smirk on his face and I kneel before him, licking my lips before I take him as deep as I can into my mouth. I suck on him, licking the head as his pre-cum glistens for me. I lap it up. Hollowing out my cheeks I hold onto his ass while he fucks my mouth. I feel him harden and lengthen, his orgasm close. I grab the base of his cock and cup his balls while his orgasm wracks through his body. My greedy mouth takes all he has to give me. Milking him of every last drop. He doesn’t soften, but I let him go and sit back on my haunches. He comes down to my level, kneeling before me, kissing me hard. I can sense the excitement coursing through him. No doubt because he can taste himself on me. Inside me.

  ‘Am I forgiven?’ he asks, breaking our kiss. I laugh, and he lunges at me. I’m on my back in no time at all, and he’s inside of me in a matter of seconds.

  ‘You’re not spent?’ I giggle.

  ‘Not even close,’ he growls as he powers into me, making me scream out with the pure delight of feeling him reach the very end of me, over and over, hitting that delightful spot. He seems to know my body so well already. He lifts my legs, my ass coming off the floor. Only my shoulders and upper back resting in the dirt. My legs are on either side of his head—he’s even deeper this way. He feels so good. Rough or gentle it doesn’t matter. I need him in any way I can get him. He is Mine. He speaks to me in the throes of my orgasm. I can’t be sure what he’s said, and at that moment it doesn’t matter. I tremble all over, the orgasm taking hold and wracking through me, going off like a bomb inside of me. He rides it out until I’m more than sated and he’s come for the second time. He cuddles me into his side.

  ‘Jared?’

  ‘Hmmm.’ His reply is lazy and contented, making me smile. That’s exactly how I feel too.

  ‘What did you say to me before?’ I lean up on my elbow, suddenly aware of how incredibly hard and scratchy the floor is.

  ‘Nothing,’ he says, grinning. I poke him.

  ‘You said something to me, now spill,’ I demand, prodding him again.

  ‘Ooh, keep doing that, and you know where it’s going to go?’ I poke at him again. I can’t resist, and he leaps on top of me,

  ‘Behaviour like that,’ he says pinning my arms above my head, ‘will get you well and truly fucked.’

  ‘Really?’ I ask wriggling beneath him. The hard ground is forgotten. I truly doubted he had anything left in the tank. I was wrong. He slips himself inside me, and he feels so deliciously right.

  ‘I asked, what have you done to me?’ he whispers in my ear. ‘I can’t be without you.’ I hold him tight to me like my life depends on it.

  ‘I feel the same way,’ I tell him as he nuzzles into my neck.

  ‘I love you, Devon.’ My breath catches, and I melt beneath him. Whatever has happened to me and my emotions has hit him just as hard. I thought I’d been stupid to think I loved him so soon, but clearly, we are in that boat together.

  ‘I love you too.’ He stills, even his breath hitches to a stop. He pushes up holding his weight off me as his green eyes meet mine. His lips quirk in a half smile before he takes my mouth with his.

  We lay completely and utterly spent. I’m dozing against Jared’s chest when he suddenly stiffens and stands bolt upright—he pulls me up behind him. There’s someone here.

  ***

  ‘Fuckin hell, Howard?’ Jared snaps. He’s trying his best to keep me behind his bigger form and away from Howard’s eyes. I feel vulnerable and a little violated. How long has he been there? Has he watched us? Howard comes striding forward from where he’s standing. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Jared demands, although not in as sharp a tone as I would have used. Howard shrugs his shoulders.

  ‘My job! When you don’t come home, and stay out all fuckin’ night without even a word, after you totalled the fuckin kitchen yesterday, I get worried. Not just ‘cause we’re tight, Jared, but ‘cause yah fuckin’ dad would rip me a new one if anything happened to you on my watch. Bet you didn’t think of that while you were fucking her?’

  Jared moves so quick I barely see it. He has Howard on the floor by the throat. Howard’s hands go up in surrender and his eyes go down before moving my way.

  ‘Don’t fucking look at her,’ Jared growls out. He gets up off him. ‘Gimme your jacket.’ Howard sits up and shrugs out of his jacket, handing it over. Jared gives it to me, and I’m so grateful for it. I slip it on, cover
ing myself sufficiently. Jared, however, is still gloriously naked. I bite my lip to stop the girlish giggle that’s desperately bubbling up my throat. He is so authoritative even when he’s naked, and it stirs me up inside. Getting up, Howard walks over to the tree he’d been propped against and slings a bag at Jared’s feet.

  ‘Brought these just in case.’

  ‘Thanks. I’ll be home soon, and I’ll see you there,’ Jared tells him dismissively. Howard leaves without his jacket or another word. Jared looks up at me as he pulls the contents from the bag. I answer his smile with one of my own. ‘Nothing like being caught with your pants down,’ he says grinning.

  I laugh, and he launches a t-shirt at me.

  ‘I don’t think I can handle you wearing another man’s jacket,’ he says. I shrug out of the jacket and put the t-shirt on. It’s white and rather large, and although it clings to my nipples, it does nothing for my figure at all. We walk through the forest, towards our clothes. We find his first. They’re damp from the fog, so I hold out no hope for mine.

  ‘Yup, just as wet,’ Jared announces as he pulls my sweats and tank top from the branch above him. ‘You’ll just have to do the walk of shame in that,’ he says lifting the hem of his t-shirt.

  I snatch my clothes from him laughing. No way I am walking through the campus as I am now, not a chance. I slip into the damp pants, but I keep on his tee. The fact I have no underwear on doesn’t slip his attention either.

  ‘Mmm, you always go commando when out for a run?’ he asks with his eyebrows wagging up and down.

  ‘Yep, no point in over complicating things.’

  ‘Noted,’ he says with a wink. I bite my bottom lip at the growly sound he makes. Realising that at the rate my vagina turns into Niagara Falls—the entire time I’m around him—I should really reconsider the no underwear when going on runs. I feel like a horny school kid. Slipping on my sneakers, I hold onto him for support. When I’m ready, he holds my hand and walks me back to my room. It’s still really early in the morning, and no one is around. As we get into the elevator, Jared pulls me to him. ‘I want you to come back to the house with me.’ That little quirk of his lips does things to me.

  ‘Okay,’ I agree without really thinking it through.

  Jared tells me to pack an overnight bag, so I pack accordingly. I leave a note for Maiya, explaining that I am staying out overnight and tell her to text me if she needs me because I don’t want to wake her. Jared has conveniently left his truck parked in the lot near my building. He’d obviously come looking for me and found my trail in the woods.

  ***

  We arrive at his house, and I realise I haven’t given any thought to the fact that Jared has house mates or more to the point that Kristen, the woman scorned, could be one of those people. Fuckety fuck. The last time I was here hadn’t been a nice visit. But we had been alone, so when he takes my bag and holds out his hand for me to get out of the truck I’m a little surprised to see the kitchen full of people. I hesitate and Jared notices.

  ‘Just be you,’ he tells me. But I’m not sure if that’s good enough for them. They’re his pack, and I’ve encroached on their turf—Kristen’s turf. I hold his hand tight, squeezing for him to stop.

  ‘Jared, I’m not sure this is such a good idea, maybe…’ I stop walking. He turns and pulls my hand up to his lips and kisses my knuckles. I really don’t want to walk into that room, but he more than convinces me that it’s worth it. Suck it up, Devon. We walk into the kitchen, or what is left of it. What in the hell had happened? If I was hoping for a discrete entrance, I was shit out of luck. Everyone stops what they are doing and looks our way. Oh, shit a brick. Jared squeezes my hand in reassurance.

  ‘Devon, this is Zoe.’ A girl with dark curly hair sitting at the dining table, waves at me with a stunning smile. I smile back. ‘This is Brad,’ he points at the only black guy in the room. His hair is in cornrows, and his smile is so warm it shows in his dark eyes too. ‘You should totally stay away from him,’ Jared teases,

  ‘Don’t listen to him, Devon, he’s just jealous of this,’ he says lifting his shirt and flexing with a huge grin on his face. Jared punches him in the arm, and I laugh, feeling a little more at ease. Brad is a stunner—his body is perfectly sculpted. He clearly works hard to keep it that way. But I remember Jared’s body and he has nothing to be jealous about.

  ‘Logan and Imogen.’ Jared points to a couple at the stove, Imogen’s smile for me puts me even more at ease. They both have gorgeous long blond hair and blue eyes, but Imogen’s are a piercing blue. They remind me of the sky on a really clear day. Logan smiles genuinely before going back to what he is cooking on the hob. Howard sits at the furthest end of the table. He smiles as Jared points in his direction. ‘You’ve already met Howard,’ he says with a smirk. I nod in acknowledgement to him, not really feeling much like smiling at Howard but not wanting to be rude either. ‘So what’s cooking?’ Jared asks of Logan, as he steers me to the table,

  ‘Bagels, with bacon and cheese, pancakes and we have porridge and croissants,’ he answers. Jared turns to me,

  ‘That okay for you?’

  I’m a little embarrassed that he hasn’t even asked if I could join them. ‘Jared I don’t want to put anyone out,’

  He laughs at that. ‘They always make enough to feed an army, and that’s after we’ve had seconds.’

  I look to Imogen for confirmation.

  ‘We need to keep all of these fed it’s not an easy task.’ She smiles.

  I feel instantly at home, although I think that’s partly due to Kristen’s absence, and the fact that she isn’t mentioned either, which I’m very grateful for. I don’t want to come across as a boyfriend-stealing-bitch, nor do I want to rub it in her face. But, I’m not about to give him up either. We eat and it’s delicious. It’s so nice to eat with people who have an appetite as big as my own, and not have to pretend I’ve eaten enough. They’re all so welcoming toward me. We laugh, and they all poke fun at one another. It’s immediately obvious to me that Imogen and Logan are an item. They’re so in sync with one another. Howard laughs with the rest of us, but I notice he’s a bit more reserved, and he watches everyone.

  By the time we’ve all finished up, my coffee cup had been refilled at least four times. I feel really comfortable. I’ve had an effortless conversation with everyone except Howard. The day passes by quickly. Zoe and I speak about going on night’s out, and some killer heels she wants to show me, so when she asks me to go up to her room to show me, Jared encourages me to go with her. Surprisingly, I don’t feel at all awkward, without Jared there as my anchor, like I expected. Zoe is so easy going and I feel like we get along just fine. We go through her entire ‘partying’ closet. She has some amazing outfits, and the shoes she was telling me about are to die for. Made from what looks like a delicate belt that wraps around the foot and ankle in a silver grey material with tiniest of rhinestones. They’re stunning. I’ve never really been one for fashion but they are so gorgeous I can’t even say what I want to say. I’m gaping like a fish out of water.

  ‘I know right? How gorgeous are they?’

  ‘They’re so nice.’ That’s all I manage. How lame.

  ‘I had to work for three months before my dad coughed up and gave in. He said no pair of shoes should cost more than a car. I disagree obviously.’

  ‘More than a car?’ I squeal out. She laughs at my reaction slapping me on the back.

  ‘I love expensive shoes, what can I say?’ she shrugs. ‘Whoever I mate with will have to have the means to keep me in that habit.’ She laughs.

  Over an hour later, I make my way down the stairs to where I’d left Jared. Halfway down, I run into Howard. He looks at me with disgust. Shit, I thought we were past that.

  ‘You should leave him alone and go back to where you came from.’ I knew he didn’t like me very much, but that was a slap in the face.

  ‘What does it matter to you?’ My tone’s clipped and stern. I’m upset, but I’ll be damne
d if I’m going to show it.

  ‘What matters is him and this pack. You don’t belong here.’ He comes so close I’m pressed against the wall, but I keep my chin in the air. He isn’t intimidating me. I won’t let him.

  ‘If Jared agreed with you I wouldn’t be here and since it’s his decision and not—’

  ‘It’s the alpha’s decision,’ he growls in my face ‘and the more you cosy up to his son the more pissed he is gonna be, and it's Jared that will pay for it.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ His face twists in disgust at my question.

  ‘You’re completely clueless, aren’t you? Just go home and leave Jared alone.’ Someone rounds the corner at the top of the stairs making him take a step back from me. I’m still in shock at his outburst.