by BJ Wane
“Fine with us,” Jon agreed, “but the sooner you two claim your mates, the safer they’ll be.”
“What do you expect me to do?” Jacob asked irritably, his desire to do just that beating him down. He thought giving Grace space and time to adjust to her response to him, was the right thing to do, but now he wasn’t so sure. She hadn’t sought him out all week like he had hoped she would, hadn’t seemed to mind riding home with Abby instead of him, hadn’t seemed to want a repeat of last week when her body had shown her how good it could be between them.
“I don’t know, and I don’t envy you you’re dilemma, but I doubt if distance is going to bridge the gap between you two or do anything to get her over her ordeal.” Personally, Jon thought he ought to pursue Grace with everything Jacob had, take the bull by the horns, as he and Luc were fond of saying and doing. “And if you don’t get Abby under control, Luc and I will. She may look at us like big brothers, but our response to seeing her flash those tits and that ass is anything but brotherly.”
“Amen to that,” Luc muttered.
“I’ll think about it, but you two leave Grace alone,” Jacob warned the brothers before striding out.
Damien rose to follow him upstairs, the dawn just now peeking on the horizon. Because Jon had a point, a good point, damn it, he didn’t come down on him like a ton of bricks. Instead he said, “Leave Abby alone too, I’ll take care of her.”
“Soon, I hope,” Luc said quietly to Jon as they too ascended the stairs to seek rest from the bright light of day.
Abby waited until she heard the guys come upstairs and the doors close to their rooms before she emerged from Damien’s room. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was beating double time as she questioned the wisdom of what she was planning. Heading downstairs, she replayed her attempts to break through Damien’s icy shield of resolve, how she flaunted her body then withheld it when he refused to fuck her without someone else being present. All she got for her efforts was the satisfaction of knowing Damien was as sexually frustrated as she was. But she was done playing nice. If Mohammad won’t come to the mountain, she would just take the damn mountain to him, no matter how many reservations she had about what she was gearing up the nerve to do.
She had never seen Damien during the day, had never peaked in on him while he was sleeping. Truth was, while she didn’t fear him, she did fear what she might see if she saw him and he appeared dead. But desperate times called for desperate measures and she was bound and determined to prove to him that she was perfectly safe with him under any circumstances. And since he refused to explain to her why he thought she wouldn’t be, he left her no choice.
That was her story and she was sticking to it, she repeatedly told herself as she went downstairs to fix something for breakfast, giving Damien time to slip into a deep sleep, one she had every intention of slowly coaxing him out of. She was halfway through a bagel and her first cup of coffee when Grace came down and joined her.
“Morning,” she greeted her. “What do you have planned today?” Other than before and after work, Abby had seen little of Grace since last Monday. The other woman spent most of the evening holed up in Jacob’s room, staying to herself despite Abby’s repeated efforts to befriend her. She tried to be sympathetic to Grace’s plight, but she couldn’t help resenting the way she refused to give Jacob a chance.
“Not much.” Pouring a cup of coffee, Grace joined her at the table, her eyes going to gaze out at the sunny morning. Just like every morning this week, her first thought upon wakening had been of Jacob, wondering if he was home, where he was, what he had done the previous night, followed swiftly with irritation that she couldn’t get the damn man out of her mind. Abby’s censuring looks didn’t help her disposition, but she let it go. She was, after all, a guest here and, for now, needing their support and protection.
“Jacob’s not looking too good. You sure you don’t want to spend more time with him?” Abby hated seeing the drawn look on Jacob’s face every time he asks about Grace, but none of them knew what to do about her refusal to have anything to do with him.
“I’m not sure of anything,” Grace blurted out, wishing that wasn’t true. “But until I am, leave it alone. Please.”
“No problem.” Abby gathered her dish and took it to the sink before turning to face Grace again. “But I, for one, am not willing to let the best thing that’s happened to me slip out of my fingers. Not if I can help it.”
“What do you mean? What’re you going to do?” All Grace knew about the rift between Abby and Damien was that it had to do with Damien refusing to claim her fully, whatever that meant.
“It means I’m an all or nothing kind of girl, and I want it all and I’m willing to suck it up in order to get it. I’ll be upstairs, in bed with Damien, if you need me. But only bother us if it’s an emergency.”
Grace watched her leave with wide eyes and a touch of envy. She wished she had the nerve to face Jacob again. After her mortifying behavior last week, she didn’t think she’d ever be able to look at him without wanting to crawl away and hide. Not only did her climax completely take her by surprise, the intensity of the pleasure she felt scared the crap out of her. If it was that good by simply rubbing herself against his body, what would it be like if she had sex with him? But what frightened her more than her response, was how much she wanted to trust him, how much she wanted to believe he was different than Mason and not out to harm her, and how badly she could get hurt both physically and emotionally, if she was wrong.
Chapter Ten
Abrielle rubbed her clammy palms down her jeans as she approached the door to Damien’s sleeping quarters. Her hand on the knob, she unwillingly flashed back to the night rogues had attacked her outside of Marie’s townhouse and the look of ruthless intensity on Damien’s face as he fought the creatures that killed Marie and were threatening her. It was the first time she realized how passionate he was, not only in defense of those he cared about, but about everything, and now she wanted that passion focused solely on her, craved that ruthless intensity focused on her during sex, with nothing held back. Watching the other mated couples together had been an eye opener. Seeing the men concentrate on giving their all to their mate instead of struggling to hold back, had shown her the difference between simply having sex with the one you were meant for and mating with him.
While she could admire Damien’s need to keep her safe, she refused to believe she would ever be in danger from him. The only danger in this course of action she was about to take would be in dealing with yet another, and possibly last, rejection. Before she could let that possibility sway her, she twisted the knob and slipped inside the small, nearly pitch black room. She knew from having checked the room out when Damien was gone, that the double bed was off to the right and dominated most of the room. Other than a small bedside table, there was no other furniture and there were no windows in any of the rooms of the old servant’s quarters.
As quickly and quietly as she could, she stripped out of her jeans and top and moved slowly towards the bed, listening for Damien’s breathing. She almost changed her mind when she couldn’t detect any sign of life coming from his long shape lying in the middle of the bed, but before she lost her nerve she slipped under the light sheet covering his naked body. His chest was cool to the touch, making her recoil instantly before taking a deep, fortifying breath to bolster her courage. Okay, she told herself sternly, he obviously put himself into the death sleep she had only heard about before. Why, she didn’t know, just as she didn’t know if she had the capability of rousing him from it. But she was bound and determined to try, especially after having come this far.
Apparently her body didn’t care that he wasn’t among the living right at this moment. Her mark was reacting as it always did to being near him, with soft, warm pulses that could be felt in her tightening nipples and her creaming pussy. Propping her head on her bent arm, she lightly caressed his chest, ran her fingers through springy hair she imagined matched the coal black
hair on his head. He didn’t move when she lightly grazed a nipple, but that small bud puckered at her touch, a sure, telltale sign of life. This was the first time she had a chance to explore Damien’s body and she regretted she couldn’t see every inch of his hard flesh. Since he was showing no signs of joining her soon, she decided to do the next best thing and get to know him by touch alone.
As her exploring hand moved up to stroke over the thick column of his neck, she slowly inched her right foot up his calf, feeling more springy hairs and corded muscles with her toes. She shuddered with longing as she squeezed his bicep before moving down his arm. The man was a freaking God, she thought as she simultaneously traced back over his leg and arm, her hand leisurely returning to root out his nipples. After her light caresses had coaxed the right nipple into beaded hardness, she bent over to suckle it between her lips as she tormented the left with her hand. Drawing his small bud into her mouth made her long to feel his lips on her nipples, nipples that were aching for their own stimulation.
Pressing against his side to help relieve the ache, his cooler skin doing little to ease the burning pressure, she traveled down his chest, her hand and mouth exploring his ridged abdomen before coming into contact with the seeping head of his straining cock.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she opened and took just the smooth, bulbous head into her mouth, her tongue lapping up the drops of pre-cum oozing from his slit before moistly stroking over the soft, mushroom cap. Reaching down, she cupped his sac, rolled his balls in her palm as she concentrated solely on the crown of his cock, her tongue slipping beneath the rim to caress the sensitive flesh hidden there. The slow warming of his skin was her first clue that he was rousing. The soft moan rumbling from his chest was the second, and the wide hand grasping her nape to hold her head still was her third. Tense with arousal and trepidation, she worked her mouth on his cockhead as she waited for him to decide how this would end.
Damien specifically put himself in the death sleep so he wouldn’t be bombarded with thoughts and images of Abby, wouldn’t be kept awake from the never ending, constantly growing lust for her. Yet here he was, dreaming her soft body was plastered against him, her pointed nipples burning his side, her small foot wreaking havoc with his senses as she explored his lower extremities.
It wasn’t until he felt her mouth around his cock that he realized she had done what no other human could have possibly done, broken through the death sleep. That tenacity he had so admired and loved about her was going to prove to be the undoing of one of them, but he hoped to God it was him and not her. Anger quickly suffused him as he realized the tenuous position she had put him in. His body was so primed, so eager for him to claim her as she thought she wanted, he was past the point of turning her away. This stunt of hers coming on the heels of her week-long teasing antics followed by her refusal to accept what he was willing to give, was the final catalyst before the storm. Maybe it was time he gave her exactly what she was asking for.
Reaching over, he snapped on the small bedside lamp, bathing the room in an amber glow and shedding just enough light for him to see her clearly. Smart girl, he thought as she ignored his wakening and slowly slid her mouth down his rigid length, engulfing as much of him as she could. The pleasure of feeling the wet, warm suction of her lips and the orgasm inducing swirls of her tongue was hard to ignore, but calling on the implacable resolve she so lamented while reining in his anger over the impossible corner she had backed him into gave him the strength to do just that. He took a moment more to enjoy her mouth, letting her think this was going her way, then gripped her arm and flipped her under him with one, very fast, very smooth move.
Startled, wary blue eyes stared up at him but did nothing to deter him now that she had set him on this course. “You should’ve heeded my warnings, bebe. Now that you’ve woken the beast, there’ll be no going back.” Not giving her a chance to reply, his mouth swooped down and took those still damp lips in a deep, hard kiss, his body pinning hers to the bed, exerting his mastery over her without qualm. She fervently kissed him back, as he expected her to, her tongue dueling with his as her lips moved under the onslaught of his without reservation.
The feel of all that bare, damp flesh under him, hard as rock nipples stabbing him, soft, damp pubic hair bristling against his cock, sent his fired up senses soaring even higher, the molten lava rushing through his veins getting hotter as the urge to simply take went primal. Pulling away, he quickly flipped her over and landed several hard swats to her delectable ass before instructing, “Kneel up and grab the headboard.”
Abby wasted no time obeying his command even though she shivered at his hard tone and the even harder look in his nearly obsidian eyes. She had come too close to getting what she wanted to back down now, even though there was a small part of her that wanted to do just that. In all her sexual encounters with Damien, no matter how angry he appeared to be that she had pushed him past his comfort zone, he had always kept a tight leash on his emotions, which allowed him to hold back physically from her. Now, what she saw on his face, in those dark eyes, was a blaze of such strong emotions, she wasn’t sure either of them was going to come out of this unscathed.
Grabbing the top bar of the antique brass head rail, Abby held her breath as she waited to see what he would do. When she felt him kneel behind her, saw his large hands come around her sides to cup her breasts, she couldn’t help but arch into them, her ass automatically shifting back to come into direct contact with his cock. “Damien,” she whispered achingly, her need to feel him inside her obliterating all other thought.
“Not yet, Abby. I’ll say when, and how.” Those soft buttocks cradling his hard length sealed his decision on how to take her and it was all he could do to hold himself back from plunging between those two heart-shaped globes with all the finesse of a rutting bull. Reaching over to the drawer in the night stand, he retrieved the lube and vibrator he had removed from his room in order to keep Abby from finding them and getting any ideas. So much for well laid plans, he thought ruefully, as he once again resented the way she had manipulated him into this corner. He would never intentionally hurt her, but he wasn’t above teaching her a lesson.
His dark tone didn’t welcome argument and looking at the objects he dropped beside her, Abby’s mouth went so dry she couldn’t have said anything anyway. While she had a vibrator at home, she had never imagined using it with someone else present and when Damien spread her cheeks and ran a rough finger over her anus, she had no doubt about what the lube was for.
“Uh, Damien, I don’t think I want…”
Damien turned her face towards him by bunching her hair in his fist. Scowling down at her, he stated harshly, “But I do want, Abrielle, and you’re the one who insisted I quit holding back, that I fuck you with no holds barred. Change your mind?”
Abby scowled at the challenge and the triumph she saw reflected on his face and wasn’t about to let her innocent misgivings stop her now. “No.” Rubbing her ass over his groin, she added, “Take me however you want, now, in here, with no one else around.”
Not even the stark reminder that there wasn’t anyone near in case he got out of control was enough to stop him now. Taking her mouth again, he rolled her nipples between his fingers before pulling them straight out and releasing them with a plop, her moan of pleasure in his mouth proof that she enjoyed that little bite of pain on her tender flesh.
Moving back, he grabbed her hips and pulled them out further, using his knee to spread hers wider. Running his palm over the soft roundness of her buttocks, he slowly, sensuously explored her ass, alternating squeezing and caressing the malleable flesh, heightening her arousal while lulling her into a false sense of complacency, taking his time in order to keep from taking her too hard, too fast, even though the urge to do just that was growing stronger with each second.
Her bowed body went pliant, her moans soft and accepting and he could smell her arousal, feel it when he stroked a finger down her crack, over her small puckered ho
le before lightly grazing her damp slit. Now that she was relaxed, it was time to shake her up a bit. Lifting his hand, he brought it down on her right buttock, the slap hard, her cry startled. Not giving her time to become adjusted to the change of pace, he slapped her other cheek, just as hard, then set up a steady barrage meant to both shake her up and fire her up. Slipping his arm under her, he held her gyrating hips still so he could pepper her ass with fast, sharp smacks meant to redden, to sting and to arouse.
Abby cried out again, the fast volley of unrelenting, painful slaps that quickly turned into the most exquisite pleasure making her head swim. Her buttocks felt hot and puffy, much like the way her pussy felt, her need to feel him inside her, fucking her, growing with each blow until she was pleading, “Please, please,” over and over in a litany of need.
Damien prayed for restraint as he left off her ass, uncapped the lube and liberally coated two fingers. Spreading her red buttocks, he leaned over her as he slowly inserted his fingers past her tight sphincter. “You wanted this, remember that. God, Abby, you’re so tight you’re cramping my fingers.”
“Which means you won’t fit, Damien,” she tried one more time to dissuade him from introducing her to something she had no experience with nor any desire to try even though the feel of his fingers in her ass was having a strange effect on her. Her pussy was filling with cream, spasming in protest against its emptiness, all from the slow, deep strokes of his fingers in her ass that felt….exquisite.
