Marked (BDSM bondage, Howl)
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“Yes Jack. Yes . . . more . . . harder . . . .”
He obliged, and bit the tip of one breast before licking the hurt away. He blew air across the wet flesh and watched her, gauging her reaction. Yanking at the belts, she thrashed against him.
“You like that? I think I might eat your pussy now. Would you like to feel my tongue on you?”
A swift movement propelled him down the bed. Lifting her ass until her cunt was within reachable distance, he maneuvered her legs over his shoulders. The angle left her with no control except to flex her hips.
He tongue-fucked her, grazed her hood, and licked her labia. An orgasm swirled and spun, tightening but not unraveling. She bucked and shifted, sought some way to ease the ache.
“No coming. You come when I say. Not before.” He penetrated her and tasted her at the same time, drew her nub into his mouth. “How do you like being teased? I look forward to all the ways you’ll disobey me, so that I can explore different ways of punishing you.”
She bit her lower lip, fought to maintain control. Fuck, if this was punishment, she’d die soon trying not to come.
He stopped as her inner muscles seized on the brink of orgasm. “I’m going to suck on your pussy lips, then your clit. Finger-fuck you some more. And maybe, if I am pleased, I’ll let you come. Can you please me, Kayla?”
Words caught and died in her throat on a gasp. She’d promise anything he asked, for permission to come. Anything at all.
His eyes flashed in the low light as he resumed the relentless driving tempo, delving to glide over her anus. Intense pleasure raged and she collided with his mouth.
“Please, Jack . . . please . . . oh.” Frustration was boiling her alive.
“Come. Come now, on my fingers.” The command ripped a deep moan from her throat. He continued to pump, the throb in her clit unbearable. With two swift swipes of his tongue across the engorged bundle the dam holding her orgasm broke. She convulsed, her hips bucking as he lowered her to the sheet.
Spots danced behind her eyelids from the force of the orgasm.
He scooted off the bed and the mattress shifted. She craved his return and moved in an attempt to follow him. The slide and tap of drawers opening and closing caught her attention. What was he looking for?
He came back and positioned her on her belly with her ass in the air. She glanced at him through the curtain of her hair. He looked magnificent, all five feet nine inches of him, muscular and scarred. A warrior’s physique. A broad smile revealed the faint crow’s-feet at the corners of his eyes, and she smiled in return, reassured by the warmth and love in his expression.
His erection bobbed long and thick. A bottle of lubricant bounced beside her knee, followed by a thin dildo. The cool lube warmed as he worked it inside the rim of her ass.
“Lean forward more. Perfect.” He shoved his cock into her tight pussy with one smooth stroke; a single finger penetrated her ass. The fullness intensified as he stretched her ass manually in rhythm with the slow thrusts of his shaft. Her pulse sped and she gulped around discomfort that transformed to deep pleasure. Her shoulders loosened as the embers of orgasm pooled and spread. She met him halfway as her enjoyment of the powerful sensations propelled her ever higher.
He paused to slide the long, slender dildo inside. He held the toy in place while he fucked her, the other palm tight on her ass, each time he moved back only the tip of his cock remained inside. As her passion took her higher, he lost some of his control as well, his balls slapping her as each thrust grew harder and deeper.
Sparks of liquid heat jolted in her pussy, nipples, and ass. Her nails dug into the leather of her bindings as she collided with him, finding bliss in the ache of being filled so completely.
She shoved backward as hard as possible. “Yes, more. Harder.”
“Stop that, Kayla. You’ll hurt yourself.”
She collided with him again, harder this time. At first the heat spreading over her cheek didn’t register. She froze. He’d slapped her butt cheek. Jack lifted his hand and spanked her again then ran his palm over the smarting area to soothe the ache. She groaned and shuddered.
“Like that do you?”
She nodded, her hair hiding her face and the blush creeping its way up her neck.
“I knew spanking would be a poor punishment for you.” Three more swift smacks to the same place and she almost came. Her pussy rippled around his cock and he hissed. “Hold still, love.”
It took every ounce of control she had to remain stationary as her pussy pulsated around his dick.
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” He bent over her back; his cock buried as far as it could go, and licked from the top of her spine to her hairline. The rub of his testicles on her clit telegraphed bliss to her nipples. She shifted her weight on her knees and rolled her hips in a tiny circle. He clenched her hip and swore. “God love, you keep it up and I’ll come before I’m ready. Now. Hold. Still.”
His cock dragged along her inner walls as he pulled out before slamming forward to a stop. He swirled one finger around her clit.
Frustration boiled in her veins. “Oh . . . fuck . . . please, let me come . . . .” The slow crawling friction and sudden concentration of ecstasy as he thrust catapulted her to the crest of orgasm time and again.
The pace intensified. She panted and wrenched at the leather bindings, desperate to find release. He captured her hair and dragged her head back until she saw his face. The muscles in his jaw flexed. Both of his nostrils flared and his eyes blazed.
“Mine. You will be mine. Say it,” he demanded.
“Yes. I am yours.” Speaking the words aloud felt right and true. The headboard screeched as the bar her restraints were attached to bent further under the stress of holding her captive. “Mark me, Jack. Mark—”
He changed the angle of his thrust and she came with a scream, her legs dipping toward the bed, and then surging upward and back. The muscles in her abdomen rippled, intense waves of pleasure reducing her to quivers. She sagged and collapsed to the sheet.
He slipped one arm under her waist and yanked her up, not giving her time to recover, and continued to slam into her, guiding her to meet his punishing rhythm. Sweat gathered between her shoulder blades.
He flicked her clit and pinched it as she cried out and flinched away. A new orgasm rocketed from her pussy and pulled him over the edge, too, his cum shooting into her. He tasted the base of her neck then bit down with his short fangs, and punctured the skin. The magic of his wolf blazed into her aura and blended with hers.
Their wolves rose, comprised of aural energy, and bathed the room in purple radiance. The spectral animals rubbed their sides together and raced in a circle around the walls, glittering streamers of red and blue painting the air.
Jack withdrew his teeth, and their wolves exploded into dazzling sparkles. Her wound tingled and flared with heat.
They fell to the mattress with him buried inside her, little trickles of blood running from the wound. His cock softened and he withdrew. He removed the sex toy and cleaned the blood away using slow swipes of his tongue. When he finished he released the belt from the headboard with one easy movement.
Marked. They were Marked. She explored the brand centered between the four puncture wounds. The raised tissue felt strange. Marks varied from one couple to the next, each unique.
“Mine forever.” Kisses dotted her ear, neck, and mouth.
“As you are mine.” She twisted of her hips and snickered at the pained sound he made.
“Keep it up and I’ll punish you for that.”
Anticipatory chills ran over her skin at the threat.
“I look forward to it.”
Curiosity to see the Mark compelled her to roll over and examine his solar plexus where his Mark, the twin to hers, would now be forever imprinted on his skin.
Two wolves. The larger wolf sat facing forward in a protective posture over his smaller companion, who lay curled at his feet asleep. Even the Mark reflected what her wolf
had always known, what she’d finally accepted. Jack represented rest, safety, and home.
She traced the lines with a whisper light touch. The area of her Mark smoldered from the magic pulsing in the room. Yes, she’d made the right choice. This was her home, her mate, her life.
He gripped her fingers in a light hold and kissed the tips.
“Jack.”
“Hmm?”
Warmth and love coalesced into a knot, and diffused through her. “Thank you for loving me.”
“Woman, I never had a chance.” Strong arms coiled around her torso and hauled her into his crushing grip. “You’re amazing.”
The warmth radiating from him warmed her body, but the love spilling into the magic of their bond closed the doors on her memories. This was what home was.
This was what being Marked was supposed to be.
THE END
About the Author
Jennifer James lives on the outskirts of Cleveland and thinks people should visit at least once. It’s actually rather nice. She writes erotica and erotic romance in whatever subgenre suits her fancy. A fan of chocolate, good jelly beans, and animals, she lives with her husband, two children, an old lumpy black Lab, and a very feisty grey tabby cat.
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Acknowledgements
No book gets published without an entire crew of people. I never knew how true a statement that was until I began my own publishing journey.
Thank you to my critique group, Sarah Cass, Milly Taiden, Tonya Cannariato, Ellie Heller, Fiona Druce, Mary Terrani, and Sabrina Garie. Amazing writers and women, one and all. You inspire me to do better, and kick my ass when I need it. I wouldn’t be here without you.
Thank you to my readers, who continue to surprise and delight me. Every email, FaceBook post, Tweet, and review means more to me than you’ll ever know. In other words, come talk to me. I love to hear from you.
My Unbuttoned Babes, you guys are awesome. (And about to get hit with lots and lots of work to do.) But I promise gifts, bribery, and will not resort to threats unless absolutely overcome with PMS and out of control characters.
Rachel Evans, thank you for being an awesome last reader. Your comments were hilarious and right on target.
And thank you also to the various people who helped me whip this bad boy into shape with hard critiques, great notes, and support. You know who you are, and I appreciate all the time and effort you spent helping me get this book ready for publication.
Covert Craving
Coming in June 2013
She just stripped in front of an NYPD detective...
The glow-in-the-dark water at Camp Sunny Woods left Chloe Sanders with the ability to disappear from sight.
Thirteen years later, she uses her “gift” to take out criminals when she can. If she’s got to be part of a freak show, she’s going to do some good while in the buff.
And he’s enjoying studying every luscious curve…
Color blind detective Jacob Greiff smokes to weaken the overwhelming messages his nose sends him. One summer camp trip was enough for him. His priority right now is busting the vigilante leaving burglars tied up with panty hose and women’s scarves.
He thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees a petite, bare foot brunette in an enormous trench coat at his crime scenes because for the first time in years, he’s seeing someone in full color.
He’s not sure he’s buying it, but Chloe sure looks great when she’s “invisible.”
Despite his own supernatural abilities and the raging lust between them, Greiff wonders if Chloe isn’t some kind of nut who gets off on public nudity. She insists she can disappear from view when naked, that he’s the only one who can see her when she’s in the buff.
Their shared past comes to a treacherous intersection when a man shows up at Chloe’s apartment and informs them at gun point it’s time to report for duty—or else.
Hunger Embraced
She’s fed up with being fed on.
All Miranda Thibodeaux really wants to do is survive corporate hell and be left alone. But as the daughter of the Incubi king, being left alone isn’t on her schedule. And as an avatar to a goddess with multiple personality issues, taking things in stride isn’t either.
Daniel looks like an ordinary surfer boy--T. T. B.--Tall, Tanned, and Blond. Hot he may be, but ordinary he’s not. Beneath the pretty packaging lies a ruthless warrior, a servant to the Vampire Council. His mission is to find Miranda and present her to the council, then get the hell out of Dodge before he loses his focus. The last thing he needs is the distraction of the testy female.
When circumstances force Miranda to turn to T.T.B. for help, they both end up with more than they bargained for. And that normal human life she wanted? Not really doable when everyone wants a piece of her...
Long Time Coming
One scorching weekend of no-strings sex? Or the first two days of something special…
Going home for his older sister's wedding has been a real pain. Unable to get a room at a local hotel, he's stuck in his parents’ spare bedroom, in a twin bed too short for his six-four frame, with nothing to do but fantasize about his sister’s maid of honor and her little purple bikini. Joey Sanchez: the woman he’s had a crush on for the last ten years. All grown up in all the right places.
And it just so happens she’s had a crush on him too.
Lucky for him, Joey knows what she wants. In the pool, in the movie theater, with some very hot text messages, she quenches his desire and demands no promises. She’s married to her career, and that’s the way she likes it. But with the weekend winding down, Rob realizes she’s only left him wanting more. And he doesn’t want to spend the next ten years without her…
Love Kinection
Love, romance, hearts, flowers, cupid…. Rubbish.
Abby Fine still hasn’t gotten over the pain of a year-old betrayal and plans to spend this Valentine’s Day drowning her sorrows with a ménage of men named Ben, Jerry, and Riesling.
Her plans are diverted when she drops and breaks her new iPhone and gives in to a momentary hormone surge, agreeing to let office hottie and tech god Tom Walker squirm his way into her condo to fix it.
Tom shows up with his Xbox, spicy Chinese food, and a habit of stealing kisses every time she lets her guard down.
Can a weekend of laughter, video games, and movies change Abby’s opinion of stupid Cupid?
Table of Contents
Table Of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Covert Craving
Hunger Embraced
Long Time Coming
Love Kinection