by Hazel Gower
Ignoring her, he picked her up. She squealed, and her arms wrapped around his neck to stabilize herself.
“Put me downs before you hurts yourself. I’m too heavy.”
Brandon cradled her in his arms. “No. I like you in my arms. You don’t weigh much.”
Jezebel snorted, and it turned into a giggle as Travis followed behind him.
“Thanks for picking her up. She was about to fall. Can you put her in the passenger seat of my car?”
“No. I told you she’s not going home with you. I want her safe. You’ve had a drink. I’ve seen you.”
“I can’t go homes.” Jezebel hiccupped as she spoke.
“Why not?” Brandon asked.
“’Cos I’m drunks. Even though it’s me birthday they get really madz.”
Travis groaned beside him. “Jess, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe Zeck and I forgot.”
Brandon felt Jezebel tense in his arms. “I can’t believe you guys forgot either. I think the god that’s carrying me is right. I’ll get him to take me homes. He smells real goods. His body is likes I thought I it would be, too. If I goes home at least I get to have a birthday perve, which is better then nofing.”
Travis’s eyes widened, and Brandon chuckled at Jezebel’s drunken ramble. “I smell good, do I, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, I’ma gonna have sweet dreams tonight. I used to fantasize about yous brothers, Carl and Tyler. They me brothers’ friends.”
His lion roared in his head that they would rip their litter-mates apart. Brandon wouldn’t ever let them near his mate. “No more of them. Only me.”
“Uha. You the best of the lot, I thinks.”
He come to his car and let one of his hands fall from his mate as he opened his passenger door. He gently placed his Jezebel in and shut the door. Travis got up in his face as he turned to go to the driver’s side.
“You can’t take her home. Her parents will freak if they see her in this condition. Drive her to my house. She can stay with me.”
“No way is my mate staying with you.”
“I mean it when I say she can’t go home. I know what you are.”
“She won’t go home. I’ll take her to my house.”
“No way, man. She can’t stay with you. Jess doesn’t know you. I don’t know you. I know you’re a shifter, but that doesn’t mean you won’t hurt her.”
“She is mine.” Brandon’s lion was starting to take over, and he didn’t like another man telling him he couldn’t have his mate.
“No, she isn’t. Bring her to my house, and I’ll message her parents to tell them she stayed with me. They know me.”
“I said no fucking way. Jezebel will stay at my house. I’ll message her parents on her phone and tell them she stayed at Sasha’s. Jezebel is my mate. I will look after her. You didn’t even remember her birthday.”
Travis took a step closer to him, his face red and his fists clenched. “We have had a lot going on, and she usually reminds us. If she doesn’t, her mother does. I wonder why she didn’t.” Travis frowned and took a step back and looked into the passenger seat then back to him. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but here it goes. It is her birthday. I think it would make her night if you were nice to her and she got to say at your house.” Travis scrubbed his hand over his face. “If you could be really nice and give her a birthday kiss that would be even better.” He groaned. “I can’t believe I actually said that. Oh God. Please don’t tell her I said that. Um … just forget what I said.” He backed away and then turned and ran to his car and got in.
Brandon shook his head. He didn’t know what he should feel about his mate’s friend trying to pimp her onto him. He walked to his side of the car and got in. He put the keys in the ignition and glanced at Jezebel to see her dozing before turning back to the road and driving the couple of streets over to his house. He’d bought the house only a couple of months after Savron bought his. He wanted to be close to his brother, and this neighborhood was all shifters.
Pulling into his driveway Brandon opened his garage door and drove in. Parking, he stopped his car and got out of the car and went around and gently lifted his sleeping mate out of the car.
“I’m nots home, am I?” Jezebel said sleepily, not even opening her eyes in his arms.
“No, you’re not home.”
Jezebel snuggled into him. “Mmm, that’s good.”
Shifting her up on him, Brandon held her tight as he let go with one hand and unlocked the garage door to his house and walked into the dining room off his kitchen, then kicked the door behind him closed.
He walked with his precious bundle to his room and placed her on his bed. Jezebel groaned and wiggled deeper into the bed. Brandon debated if he should take her clothes off. She was wearing a dress and heels. Surely they couldn’t be comfortable to sleep in. Leaning down, he took her shoes off and placed them at the end of the bed. When he went back to Jezebel he noticed that the dress had hiked up revealing thick, shapely thighs. Unable to resist and eager to see more of her he whispered, “Help me get you out of your clothes?”
Jezebel moaned and sat up wriggling out of the dress and threw it on the floor. Then she sighed and lay back down, the whole time not opening her eyes.
Brandon’s grin turned into an agonizing growl at the sight before him. Jezebel lay on the bed in a black, lacy lingerie set, her breasts spilling out of the cups. Taking a deep breath in he tried to calm his raging body, which burned for the woman lying in front of him. Should he sleep somewhere else? If he got into bed beside her, would he be able to control himself? Brandon reminded himself she was drunk and didn’t know him. He wanted to hold her so bad. Brandon wanted to be with her. He could do this. Letting out a breath he stripped out of his clothes and placed them in the washing basket before he got on the bed and gently gathered Jezebel to him. Jezebel didn’t resist and came willingly, even sighing and wrapping her arms around him.
Brandon chuckled as her mobile fell out of her bra when she took a deep breath and snuggled into him better. Reaching for her phone he wrote a message and found a number that said “Mom” and another that said “Dad” and sent the message to them. He put the phone on the bedside table and then wrapped his arms around Jezebel. He held his mate to his naked body, content, and let sleep take him.
Chapter Two
Jess was having the best dream. She didn’t want to wake. A strong, manly spicy scent surrounded her, and the rough pads of fingertips glided over her body sending delicious tingles coursing straight to her pussy. Her hands roamed over a hard muscular body. Jess could feel the impressive erection pressed against her thighs.
She’d had dreams like this before, but none had ever felt so real. As she became more awake a loud purring made itself known. The chest she was on rattled with the noise. A big cat was nearby, and it was ruining her dream.
“Mmm, what a weird dream. I don’t like cats. I hate cats. I wonder why one would be in my dream ruining it. I’m a dog person, have been since my fifth birthday and that nasty cat scratched me so much I spent the rest of the day at the doctor.” The purring stopped, and Jess hoped a cat wasn’t around ready to pounce and scratch her eyes out. “Argh, maybe I’m having a nightmare.”
Jess sat up and slowly opened her eyes as a deep voice moaned, “What is the deal with mates not liking cats?”
Eyes widening she let out a scream as she looked into Brandon Pride’s face. Backing up, she fell off the bed, which had the breath leaving her, and her scream stopped. She stumbled to a stand and noticed all she had on was her lingerie. “Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God.” Her mind went blank for a moment as she looked down at her flabby stomach, then back at the naked god before her. Then her brain seemed to click back into motion. “Why the hell am I naked? Why on earth am I here?” Jess looked around her at the sparse room. “Where am I?” Brandon stood, and Jess felt her mouth drop wide open.
“You’re not naked. You have a bra and underwear on. You’re here because you asked not to go
home because you were drunk. And lastly, you’re at my house.”
Jess closed her mouth but couldn’t stop staring at him. Brandon was amazing. He was tall, six something and pure muscle. His gorgeous blond hair was long enough that she wanted to brush it out of his eyes, which were green one moment and then flashed gold the next. His stance was that of a man who knew his power. He didn’t care that he was as naked as the day he was born. Her eyes traveled over his toned, tight body, but her gaze kept straying to his manhood, which was now growing.
“If you keep looking at it like that I will not be accountable for my actions.”
She snapped her gaze up to his face and felt her whole body heat with embarrassment at being caught staring. She wished what he said was true. What she wouldn’t give to lose her virginity to someone as experienced as he was and as handsome as he was. Jess had heard stories about how passionate and virile the Pride men were. Brandon was way out of her league, but if she could have just the one time to know what it could be like, she knew she would be happy.
Taking a deep breath she asked herself what was the worst he could do, besides reject her? She could handle that. It wasn’t like she would ever see him again. Running her fingers through her hair, she curled her lips up in what she hoped was a smile, straightened her back, and walked towards him.
When she stood in front of Brandon, who stared at her with wide golden eyes, Jess slowly ran the tips of her fingers over his chest and looked up into his strong, masculine face. “Maybe I like what I see. What would you do if I said I won’t hold you accountable? That I’m hoping my looking causes you to take action.”
Quick as lightning Brandon grabbed her hands and held them tight. On a strangled moan his mouth come down and took hers. His lips were hard at first and softened the more she relaxed.
Jess was nervous. She couldn’t believe she was doing this and who she was doing it with. His tongue traced her lips, seeking entry, and she opened and met his tongue with hers letting the burning inside her take over.
Brandon let go of her hand, and his came and rested on her back before sliding down and gripping her ass in his palms. He squeezed her globes as his mouth took everything she could give until she pulled away gasping for breath. Brandon didn’t stop. His lips trailed down and sucked on her neck. He pushed her closer against his hard body, grinding her against him.
Jess couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her body was alight, and she felt an all-consuming passion take over her. Her body tingled, and Brandon’s touch made the fire burn higher. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, then lay over her, caging her in before she even had a chance to think about the new position.
Brandon moved his hands from her ass, and they came up and cupped her breasts pushing them up over her bra so they looked like an offering. He left the crest of her neck and stared at the offering.
“I love your breasts. They’re perfect.” He moaned and leaned down to lick over one of her pointed nipples. He then swapped and did the same to the other. A shot of ecstasy slammed straight to her pussy. Brandon caressed her breasts and sucked her nipples, swapping to make sure he didn’t give one more attention than the other.
Jess didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Her body was burning up, and she knew she needed to come. She wanted to touch him, but she wasn’t sure if she should, so she gripped the sheets.
Brandon purred, and his whole body vibrated with it. Jess shivered at the strange sensation. He kissed his way down her body and slid her panties off. Jess stilled as his tongue swiped over her pussy tickling her clit.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
The purring got louder, and the vibrating had her so close to the edge.
Brandon laved at her, and she couldn’t hold onto the sheets anymore. She needed a better anchor. Her hands gripped his hair, and he growled, then sucked her clit in and let it out with a gentle nip that had her body exploding and her hands falling to her sides. Brandon lapped at her pussy like a cat that had discovered a bowl of cream.
Jess had never felt anything like this. She’d masturbated before, but nothing had ever felt this good. Brandon was doing everything so well, that she wondered for a moment if she would regret this because surely she would never have someone like this again.
Basking in her orgasm it took a moment to notice Brandon had stopped and was now hovering over her. “You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Jezebel, you’re mine.” He lined his cock up to her entrance, and she felt him ease his way into her.
Jess panted as new sensations coursed through her. Her arms came around his back, and she closed her eyes and told herself to relax. Brandon paused at her virgin barrier. His hands cupped her face, and she felt his rough pads brush her cheek.
“Open those pretty eyes.” She did and looked up into eyes of pure gold. “You, Jezebel, are mine. No one else will ever touch you like I am now. No one will ever kiss you the way I do. I am yours, and you are mine.” Brandon eased out of her and gave a powerful push inside her, breaking her barrier as his face buried into her shoulder and bit where her neck met her shoulder.
Jess screamed as pain overcame the pleasure she’d been feeling only minutes before. Brandon stilled inside her, but she would swear she could feel fangs dig into her, and the feeling wasn’t as bad as she first thought. She unclamped her fingers as they dug into his back and tried to push him off. Brandon licked her shoulder and then kissed it. His head came back up, and his golden eyes met hers.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want to hurt you, but it couldn’t be helped.” His lips brushed over hers. “Is it still hurting?”
Taking a calming breath in, she closed her eyes and concentrated on her body. The pain was gone, and the burning was again slowly building. Jess’s shoulder didn’t hurt where he’d bitten, and his cock, which was deep in her core, was a dull throb. Opening her eyes she stared up into his captivating eyes and wiggled experimentally. Jess watched as his jaw clenched, and his body tightened. Then his eyes grew wider, and an agonizing moan slipped past his lips. Jess felt a new power wash over her at the way his body reacted. She ran her fingertips up and down his back until she settled on his toned ass.
“You can move now.” Brandon’s body relaxed, and he brushed his lips over hers before he slowly eased out of her and moved back in again. An onslaught of tingling ecstasy flowed through her body with each move he made. Feelings and sensations she’d never felt before bombarded her, and she let herself bask in it.
Brandon kept an easy slow pace at first until she felt so high that she knew she would yell at him if he didn’t do something more. She squeezed his ass and moved herself up to meet his motion this time.
“I’m trying to be gentle. You need to stop before I snap.” Brandon leaned down and growled in her ear. Jess shivered at his scratchy voice. Brandon nipped her ear, and she moaned as the tingling shot straight to her pussy.
Jess thrust up to meet him again. “Snap. I need more. I need to come.”
Brandon snarled and gripped her legs, wrapping them around him. They rested below his ass, and she moved her hands up to grip his back as it flexed. He now drove into her with a powerful lunge. His eyes pierced into hers, and he stopped for a moment. “Tell me you’re mine. Say you’re my mate. Tell me.” He thrust once in and out only to pause again when she didn’t say anything. “Tell me no other will make you feel like this. Tell me you are mine.”
Jezebel pushed herself up, but he didn’t move and his eyes narrowed. Needing to come, to feel the consuming passion, she moaned, “I promise. I’m yours.”
Brandon grunted. “Say you’re my mate. Tell me again.” His head came down, and he took her mouth in a kiss that spoke of possession as his tongue explored the cavern of her mouth.
“Yes.” She panted. “I’m yours. I’m your mate. No one will ever make me feel this. Now please move.”
Growling in satisfaction, his head come down and rested in the crook of her neck, and he nibbled as he drove into her wi
th a speed that sent her mad. Brandon built up her lust to a fevered pitch.
Jess held on tight as his thrusts turned frenzied. Brandon’s mouth took hers, and one of his hands came around, pressed down, and rubbed circles around her sensitive clit. The onslaught of everything bombarding her broke her into an explosion. Digging her nails in she bit his lip as wave after wave of euphoria washed over her. Jess felt her whole body grow tight before the explosion came, and she crumbled into a million pieces, her body and mind mush.
Brandon came on a roar his body collapsing on top of hers. Jess didn’t mind the weight. It was nice. It added to the warm feeling running through her as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Brandon sighed and rolled them to the side. She didn’t know how long they lay there. All Jess knew was she didn’t want to come back to reality. She liked it in her perfect dream.
She sighed when reality came crashing back as her phone rang with “You’re Going Down” by Sick Puppies. Reaching beside her she grabbed her phone and pressed answer. “Hi, Mom.”
Brandon chuckled beside her, and she watched enraptured as he stood and walked to a door she hadn’t noticed at the side. She sat up to get a better view.
“Hi, honey. I got your message that you stayed at Sasha’s house. Do you need me to come and pick you up?”
Looking around her she shook her head. “Argh, no, Mom. I … um, er...”
Brandon came out of the room. “I’ll take you home once we’ve showered and eaten.”
Jess chewed on her lip and debated if it wouldn’t just be safer for her to call Travis or Zeck to come and pick her up. She groaned as her mother asked, “Who is that, Jezebel? He didn’t sound like Travis or Zeck.”
Getting off the bed she was glad to see her dress on the floor and her underwear there also. Thinking it best to tell her mom the truth she sighed. “No one, Mom. It was just Sasha’s boyfriend’s brother.”
Brandon growled and stalked towards her before she’d even finished. She backed up at his intense look.
