by Scott, Talyn
“Found me?”
“The woman of his dreams,” his lips played at a small smile.
“Hands off, my man,” Jayce intercepted and reached for Tatum’s hand.
“I'm searching for the ring,” his partner’s smile widened.
“Sure you are,” Jayce laughed and turned to Tatum, “honey?”
“Yes,” she wilted among the stares and open desire of the room. She was the blatant center of attention.
“Let me introduce you to my business partner, Gage MacGelton.”
Gage had hidden his shock well. He turned to his golden princess. “You have no idea how pleased I am to meet Jayce’s future wife.”
As it separated from the clouds, the moon shifted an odd glow across Bren’s face. His growl, soft in the night, frightened her. His. Even though he was considered a pup by pack standards, he had enough instinct to claim her as his.
Tatum backed off and slowly shook her head, “Wasted or crazy, which is it Bren?”
Chapter 12
He could feel it: the pull of his mate. Stronger this time, the smell of her sex permeated the den as a beacon to his groin. He longed to move inside her, impregnate her, protect her, and watch the world through her eyes. She belonged to him, only him. If Bren Walker and Jayce Jordan thought they were sharing her, they could die instead. He was male and wolf enough to handle her on his own. It was a great relief finally belonging to another. What an unburdening to find the one that was made for him.
“When are the nuptials taking place?” Gage placed an eloquent hand on Tatum’s shoulder.
Jayce flashed a mouthful of startling white teeth. “Bren and I are going to surprise our Tatum.”
“Could we speak in private?” She whispered then looked apologetic to Gage. “I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting. It’s just that I’m supposed to catch a plane, a plane that I’ll miss if I don’t have my ticket and a ride…and my clothes.”
“I can help you with that,” Gage offered back, ignoring the claws that were erupting from his Alpha’s fingertips.
“No, Gage, you can’t help with that,” Jayce gritted, as he watched the disappointed faces that were leaving his den. He felt sorry for them and happy for himself. He had such an appetite for Tatum that sharing her with another, other than Bren, would be unforgiving torture. As it stood, no one else had claimed her, and the trio was moving forward. Until they had kids, it would remain the three of them. “What you need to do is to take care of the financial arrangements that we made for Tatum.”
“Financial arrangements?” she stiffened.
Jayce rubbed a soothing hand down her spine. He could not stop touching her, didn’t want to stop. “Everyone’s cleared out, let’s have a seat,” Jayce gestured to the desk and accompanying chairs. “Honey,” he sat her square in his lap, erection bulging, “Troy has placed an undue strain on your credit and your financial stability.”
“Oh, my God,” she sighed and strained to rise. He wasn’t allowing that. “What do you not know? What do you not control?”
“You should be glad that I am capable of helping you. I place all of your needs before my own, honey,” Jayce slipped a warm hand up her thigh. Slowly, back and forth, he soothed her. As a mate, she was more susceptible to his powers. When it came to his Tatum, his will would be the last word - his and Bren’s. When it came to her health, safety, and happiness, he would take over her world. The rubbing had gotten out of control, as her arousal scent filled the room. She was so close to ovulation that Gage’s groan had to be excused. “Sorry, man,” Jayce moaned against her throat. “She’s going into her first heat.”
Heat? She was dizzy with heat. One minute she was arguing, the next she was hot and horny. Dampness soaked her inner thighs and need centered her body. Her clit throbbed, her womb clenched, and she did not care where she was. Hell, she didn’t know where she was. She wanted him inside of her, everywhere. She wanted him everywhere. Damn the plane, she didn’t care. She spread her legs and bucked her hips. “What’s wrong with me?” she whispered against his chest.
“Nothing, it’s not your fault. I’ll take care of it,” he stilled her pelvis with a large hand. “You’d better go to my office,” he met Gage’s hot stare. “Track down her ex.” With that, he turned his full attention to his writhing mate. Poor baby, she couldn’t understand what she was dealing with. Unaware of her mate status, she could at most beg for something that she didn’t know how to fill. She could never fill it, only he and Bren could.
He pulled the shirt over her head and carried her through the French doors that led to the beach. The surf was rough, and he owned the large parcel of beachfront property. Humans never trespassed here. There were wards, detours, and gates that insured the privacy of his property.
“Jayce, I’m so hot,” Tatum licked her cracking lips.
“I’m putting you in the water,” he brushed a kiss to her temple. Not only was he going to relieve her of some of that pent-up body heat, he was going to exercise his rights to mate. The urge to dominate racked his body. After smelling the desire of the other wolves in his office, he didn’t care who watched. He wanted them to know whom she belonged to, their Alpha.
He sent Tatum a dark smile, as he placed her chest down onto the sand. Shucking his clothes in record time, he gripped both of her ankles and gradually spread her legs.
“Oh…,” the coolness of the sand grazed at her sensitive nipples, and the warm, salt water kissed her swollen, dripping core. Jayce eased back on his heels and palmed his throbbing erection. “What a fucking hot body you have.”
She could come just by watching him. She didn’t want to, and she needed more. “Touch me, please.” The water lapped her clit. In the haziness of her sexual frenzy, she realized that, as everything else he did; Jayce had planned this. The rough surf, in and out, acted as a slow, torturous vibrator to her longing clit. She risked a glance back. He was so sexy rubbing his cock against the backdrop of the ocean. She braced her palms against the sand to ease up and ease away. A heavy palm landed on her backside. Smack.
“No fucking way. You aren’t going anywhere, not now, not ever.” With one hard shove, he entered her body to the hilt. “I’ll never let you go,” he rasped and withdrew, only to plunge back with a force that shook them both. She screamed his name. “That’s right, honey, you know who is inside you, and I‘m never going away. Get. Used. To. It.” He punctuated every word with a deep thrust.
Jayce reached an arm under her hips and brought her on her knees. Cupping her mound with one hand, he ground and circled his hips on the upstroke. She was a goner. Unable to focus her eyes, she closed them against the insane pleasure. Her first release was slamming its way through her womb. She clenched, mewled, dug her fingers in the sand, and fought the stars behind her eyes. She couldn’t take it. “You’re freaking huge,” she literally cried. Tears streamed Tatum's face. He was tremendous, controlling, and she was so frightened of the upcoming climax, that she sought escape.
“Not having it, honey. I’ll give you what you need, and believe me, you need this,” he shoved hard against her cervix and felt the vise-like grip of her one-of-a-kind vagina. What a girl. Her screams would be heard all over the property. He fought his orgasm to heighten their experience. In his arms, Tatum went liquid. At times like these, he could get away with anything. He owned her precious body. His. She was a possession that he held with considerable pride. His plum head was growing inside of her, as it screamed for relief. The tortured pain of his pulsating cock wanted something specific. After her second climax, he slipped out of her dripping walls and placed his bulging head against her back hole. She was his mate. Made for him in every way, she could tolerate and be more than satisfied with anal sex. Barely restrained, he eased his thick ridge into her the tight ring of her heart-shaped ass.
“No,” she squirmed. One of them throbbed, maybe both.
One burning inch became two. His breaths hit the side of her neck in jagged, hot blasts, “Just as you felt in
the bath, honey.”
“No,” she whimpered, “not at all what I felt in the tub.” Two burning inches became three.
His face was set with sexual tension. “I need you so badly, completely. Tatum, I need this from you.” He was stoked for her and her alone. Her scent, the tightness of her secret place and salt air infused with the essence of their lovemaking bouquet, racked his balls with fervor of indescribable proportions. “Give me what you haven’t given another,” he was half way home. With a heavy, pulsating erection, he fought against the pleasure pain release of his orgasm. Tatum shuddered beneath him, an involuntary release of wills.
“I’ll try,” she twisted her face against the sand and looked into his eyes. She loved him, but her bottom stretched so tight, that she felt slices of pain that mingled with the forbidden pleasure.
“And I’ll try to be gentle, this time,” he exhaled a slow breath. “Turn your body over to me. Let me have your mind, no holding back. I‘ll know it and will punish you accordingly.” She didn’t miss the obvious warning that was straining his voice. “I have to be all the way in.” One more deep push landed his heavy sack against her swollen folds. He scraped his shaft, ever so slowly, down her dark channel. Almost all the way out, he drove home again. Three more strokes brought an uncontrollable urge to spray his come, his scent, into her taut ass. She screamed her pleasure as her vaginal walls clutched the membrane of her rectum. He rolled his hips, twisted his cock, and called her name. His orgasm rocked. An answer to the darkest, deepest fantasy of his mind, fucking Tatum’s virgin ass was a priceless reward that he would remember for an eternity.
Repeatedly, he would take her and drive her to the foremost ecstasy that her body allowed. “I don’t want to pull out,” he covered her smaller body with his larger one. Careful not to put his entire weight on her, he nipped the sensitive juncture between her shoulder and neck, absently preparing the area. He longed for the night, albeit soon, that he would sink his canines into the soft tissue and mark her there. “Say something, beautiful.”
She was pulsating from an insane climax. Her body was limp, strained, slightly sore, and still arching into him. Between the water hitting her clit, his words of possession and his incredible consciousness of the female body, her core had shattered into fragments that shattered into more fragments. “I can’t move.”
He tongued her ear. “We have to meet Bren for dinner. He couldn’t get away from the restaurant.” He carefully eased out of her. She was embarrassingly aware that she missed him inside of her, inside of there, the instant that he withdrew. “I felt the strength of your last climax. Even though your mind was not on board, your body was, honey. Thank you for your patience and perseverance with the uncomfortable part of our lovemaking. It will pay off when we’re both inside you, loving you with everything that we have mentally, emotionally and physically.”
What could she say to that? “You were never letting me get on that plane,” she muttered and spat out the gritty sand.
“Never,” he licked his way down her spine. By no means easing up on the pressure, his tongue danced over her slightly swollen, puckered opening. “I love the way that you taste.”
“There?” If she weren’t so exhausted, she would be embarrassed. She clinched her cheeks against his onslaught.
“Everywhere,” he bit her left globe. “These little shows of rebellion don’t go unnoticed, honey,” he tapped her clinched cheeks, gathered her against him, left the beach and strode naked through the house.
She squirmed in his arms. “We’re naked, and people are lurking everywhere,” she gasped. She didn’t remember what led them to sex on the beach. Right now, she felt like a slut. Thankfully, she hadn’t let Trixie wax her pubic area while at the spa. That would have sealed the deal. Bare, she clearly would have appeared the part. “They had to have watched us.”
“Watched me take your virgin backside?” he kept his poker face. Werewolves weren’t particular about shows of sexual domination or affection towards their mates. A mate was a mate forever. No one cheated as in the human world and no one divorced, ever. This was his property, his home, his mate and his intention to do whatever the hell he wanted. Everything that he wanted centered on Tatum. He couldn’t even look at other women. The thought repulsed him. Even though she was starting to come around in her mate heat, he had to make sure that she only needed her mates. He had her love, and he would master her body. She would never leave him, because he wouldn’t allow it. Jayce gently rubbed the crease of her bottom, as he bounded the stairs. If she knew about his werewolf status, he would have jumped the balcony with her in tow. As it stood, he had to give all appearances that he was human, a fact that he would have to change soon, but not until after the full moon.
Gage lingered in the darkened hall. Damn. His private investigator had traced her to Fort Myers. Never in his wildest dreams, did he think that he would meet Tatum this soon. Never in his wildest fantasies did he think that he would watch her without a screen between them. Troy had it all wrong. Masturbating, mediocre sex, and lack-luster orgasms were not her calling. No, absolutely not. Primal sex was. Jayce drilled her into the ground, ass, and all. Boy did she handle it. Her moans, whimpers, feeble denials, and screams of pleasure wrapped his cock as a birthday gift. Tight, his balls had been rocks tucked against his body. In the den, when her arousal scent hit his wolf’s muzzle, he shot in his pants. Jayce heard his moan, excused it, and excused her; it was her first heat. He’d give everything that he had to watch her on the full moon. With her men in her body, thrusting and withdrawing, she would reach a climatic fury. Wouldn’t it be grand, the best of the best, if he could be there for such an event?
He couldn’t help but come twice more. After all, where else could his golden princess take him, but up? The mess in his pants was juvenile at best, complete surrender at worst. He hated being beholden to her and hating that he could not stand to be with another female for quite some time; hated that he could not come for pictures of any other female apart from her.
He could hate her for that.
Her scent was borderline crack. He couldn’t go higher. When he had stepped onto the second floor lanai and took a close look at the magnificent scene played before him, he unzipped his slacks, stroked his aching dick, and chanted her name. It was a whisper in the breeze, but he had to say it. He always said it. Matching Jayce’s rhythm, he bucked and shoved himself against his un-lubricated palm. Wanting to experience the bite of pain that his golden princess was enduring for her mate, he endured the dryness. He burned and splashed with the contrasting dull sting that heated the underside of his thickness. He would be sore too, just as Tatum’s poor bottom. Just for her. Absently rubbing the zipper across his flesh, Gage finished and placed the phone calls to entrap Troy Hillman.
No one would hurt his golden princess again.
Troy was stepping from the shower when a knock brought him to the door. He threw on his discarded slacks and opened the door “Yes?”
A courier waited in the hotel corridor, placed a single white envelope in his palm, and turned away. “Wait,” Troy reached for a tip.
“Not necessary,” a smirk occupied the courier’s mouth, “have a good afternoon.”
Troy dreaded opening another envelope. If he hadn’t filled his office with an inadequate staff, mostly strippers, he would have been able to get away for a few days without all of the accompanying headaches. He tore through the flap and unfolded a neatly typed note.
Troy,
I know that you are looking for me, and we have matters left to discuss. Please, meet me at the Blue Pelican at seven o’clock.
Tatum
His heart seized in his chest. Finally, she wanted to talk to him. He should have known that going home would make her nostalgic. She missed him, no doubt, and remembered their former love. The times they shared as teenagers couldn’t be replaced, good or bad.
It would be an excellent opportunity for him to make his move and take what was his back: his little
showstopper. She was poor, saddled with his bills, wearing second-hand clothes and unable to go to the gym or hairdresser. From a distance, he had kept up with her. Pondering on Tatum’s seemingly hopeless situation, he laughed to himself. She should have stayed with him, should have tried to make it work. However, he would forgive her for walking out on the marriage. In a compromise, he would stay away from the bimbos for a while.
Glancing at his watch, Troy determined that he had forty-five minutes to dress and head over the causeway to Sanibel Island. When they were teens, he and Tatum had spent many steamy evenings at the Sanibel Lighthouse. He folded a nearby blanket to load in the trunk of his rental car. They could roll around the beach for old times’ sake and file for a marriage license in the morning. He would easily win her back and put her to work, on her back and online. He grew hard thinking about it.
Bane closed the distance with Renee. “I figured that you would have taken off by now.” Renee continued to pound the vending machine with a closed fist. “The lady at the front desk won’t refund my money. She made up some BS about leaving a note for the vendor,” she rubbed her knuckles and flashed a sneer at the desk clerk.
