Rescue in the Smokies (Durham Wolves)

by Becca Jameson

  Her head rolled back and forth. She only knew this because strands of hair tangled around her lips.

  Serg’s one free hand released her thigh and landed across her torso, pinning her to the bed, forcing her to take what he gave, to let him control her orgasm, the depth, the duration, the intensity.

  Over the edge she fell again. Her clit pulsed in rhythm with the walls of her channel. She hadn’t known… It was so good. So right. So intense.

  A deep inhale held in her chest as she rode the waves of this ecstasy. Serg’s fingers remained buried deep, curling and twisting around to reach every spot inside her. His mouth sucked and sucked, dragging out the orgasm until the over-stimulation made her flinch, forced the breath from her lungs.

  Only then did he gradually release her from his clutches, his fingers, tongue, mouth and arm relaxing against her body.

  “So hot, so tight, so wet. My own personal aphrodisiac. I’m so hard, my dick hurts.” His lips brushed her sensitive areas as he spoke.

  She needed him inside her—now. Needed to feel the stretch he would consume her with. Even after three life-altering orgasms. She wanted to feel him go rigid and hard, pressed deep inside her, until he stiffened over her and called her name.

  Serg climbed up her body and whipped the mask from her eyes. She blinked up into his face, startled. It was unexpected. He would let her look into his eyes while he made her his.

  “I need a second.” He caught his breath, rose off her body and flung one arm between them. His teeth gritted together, and she watched the strain on his face as he scrunched his eyes. What?

  Her gaze wandered down his chest to his cock. He’d gripped the length with his palm and pressed his thumb into the slit at the top. It looked painful. When had he taken his shorts off?

  “I—”

  “Hang on, baby,” he mumbled through his teeth. “I don’t want to come too fast. I want to last at least a few strokes inside you.”

  “And that’s helping?” she whispered. Geez.

  He smiled and let his forehead press against hers.

  Blessed Jesus.

  Hands shaking, Serg reached above her head and released her arms. The wolf in him beamed with pride. He tried to keep his face expressionless. Why? So she doesn’t know how bad you need her? You think you can hide your desire?

  He let his eyes drift closed, hid from her. Hid the fact that she made him so aroused. He’d never cared before…with any woman.

  Tiny hands slid to his face. “Serg?”

  He couldn’t speak.

  “What is it? Tell me.” Her voice, so soothing, made him swallow his pride.

  He gazed into deep pools of understanding that made his chest squeeze. This woman who’d just come undone beneath him really cared about him. Worry furrowed her brow. Her fingers grazed his cheeks, easing his nerves.

  His arms quivered when she smoothed her palms down his biceps.

  “I want it to be perfect. I’m not going to last this first time. Round two will be better. I promise.”

  Her grin spread across her entire face. “And here I thought you’d changed your mind or something.”

  “Ha.” Was she delusional? “Not a chance in hell, baby. I just can’t seem to rein the little head in after watching your lithe, sexy body come undone under me.”

  “Then let’s skip round one, if it means so much to you, and aim for round two.” The nymph sucked her bottom lip inside her mouth, teasing him.

  “Right. You want me to step out of the room a moment while I blow the first load? I’ll be right back.” He didn’t move, of course. He was kidding.

  “No, I want to swallow the first round.”

  What? Fuck me. His eyes shot open wide. Not what he’d expected.

  His cock was now jumping to attention, having heard her words as if spoken directly to it. Down, boy.

  He shook his big head while his little head bobbed up and down as if nodding. “No, baby. Not this time. This time is about you.”

  “If we’re sealing some sort of deal here for eternity, I’d say this time is about us. And I want to taste you as you did me. I want to feel the weight of your cock in my hand, in my mouth. I want to hear you moan with pleasure as you just demanded of me.” She pushed him off his knees and onto his ass, kept bearing down on his chest until he lay on his back sprawled across the bed. His cock bobbed in the air. Juliana kneeled over him, straddled his legs as he had hers.

  Oh…my…God… Never had anyone taken over his body like this. He’d always been in control. Always been dominant, in charge. Loved to make his woman shatter beneath his command.

  This? This was hot. He gripped the sheets with his fists, straining to let her have her way.

  “I want to feel your skin on my tongue. Taste every inch of your flesh.” She grasped his erection with one hand, stroked up and down twice.

  He had to hold his breath to avoid coming in her hand. The woman wants to taste you. Don’t blow it. Literally… Think of something awful. Something gross. Cleaning out the barn…

  Nope, his mind wouldn’t veer from the delicate fingers strumming him like a violin. Her other hand reached to fondle his balls. He watched her, mesmerized by the look on her face.

  He might have been a self-proclaimed dominant in the past, but that was then. This mate of his was going to spin his world on its axis and turn the tables on him. And he…he was going to let her. Whenever she wanted.

  Her finger grazed over the slit at the top of his cock, spread the leakage around his sensitive head.

  He stiffened his legs. Never took his gaze off her face.

  She lifted her eyes finally and smiled up at him while lowering her head toward the object of his greatest need.

  At the last second she looked back down and…holy mother of God. Those sweet, soft, plump lips sucked his rigid length all the way into her tight little mouth and held him there. One hand remained wrapped around the base and the other held the weight of his sac in her palm. On withdrawal she swirled her tongue around the head and moaned.

  Sergius bucked up into her mouth to stop that tongue from pushing him over the edge. Without breaking contact, his amazing mate lifted one leg, shoved his apart with her knee and forced her thigh between his.

  Jesus Christ, what is she doing now? He felt more vulnerable and exposed with his legs spread out. Not a position he ever expected to be in.

  Juliana released Serg’s cock with a small pop and lifted her torso. She stared straight into his eyes while she lowered her open sex onto his thigh, ground her clit against the coarse hair of his leg. Her wetness burned into him.

  Her eyelids lowered as she scooted down his leg until she could suck him back into the warm depths of her throat for a second time.

  Sergius was so fucked.

  His hands flew to her head, not raising or lowering her with any force, enjoying the feel of her as she sucked him into her mouth.

  Three passes—that was all she got before he tightened his grip in her hair. “Juliana, I’m going to come. Stop, baby.”

  She didn’t obey. Fleetingly, he thought she was a horrible sub, but the suction she had on him chased that idea into the stratosphere. She was welcome to top him any time she wanted.

  White-hot lights danced before his eyes as he squeezed them shut and shot pulse after pulse of his come deep into her throat.

  “Oh, baby. Juliana.” He loosened the hold he had on her hair. His hands jerked, mimicking the pulse of his cock.

  She swallowed him. Every drop. And then licked a line down his dick and around his balls, swirling her tongue over every inch of his skin and humming softly.

  With a low moan, she finally propped her chin on his thigh and gazed up at him over his package. She smiled, all traces of her early shyness evaporated.

  “It’s still hard.” She glanced at his only partially tamed erection and then back at his eyes.

  He chuckled. “It’s already thinking about being inside you.”

  He wrapped his hands around
her head and tugged, urging her to climb up his body. Apropos since she’d just bested him at his own game of dominance. She complied, crawled her lithe body up his until they were face to face.

  She held herself above him with her hands on both sides of his head. Her breasts hung over his pecs, her nipples tight and poking out, grazing his chest. He wanted to squeeze them between his fingers, tease her into submission once again. But not now. Now he needed to finish the claiming before he lost his mind.

  He took her mouth with his, roughly exploring her. She tasted of him, salty. He didn’t care. He liked it. Knowing she’d sucked him dry was so heady his shaft pulsed back into its fully engorged state. Demanding another release.

  “Now, baby,” he mumbled against her mouth.

  With no warning, Sergius flipped them over until she lay on her back while he rose above her and settled between her knees.

  She was as prepared as she could be, and he was relieved when she wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed into the bed. He could smell her arousal.

  He wouldn’t take her without making her come with him, that was a given.

  With her soft, supple body splayed out under him, he gazed admiringly at her pale complexion, smooth and unblemished. Later he’d enjoy running his tongue all over her skin, tasting every inch of her.

  Sergius slipped one hand between their torsos and dragged his fingers through her still-wet slit. She arched into him as much as she could. A moan escaped her parted lips.

  She gazed directly into his eyes.

  Serg ran his hand up her body, her stomach dipping as he skittered his fingers over it. When he reached her nipple, goose bumps rose across her chest. Her breath increased once again. He never broke eye contact.

  “Juliana Polanski, will you give yourself to me? Spend your life as my mate?”

  “Yes.” The word came out on a strangled breath. “Yes, Sergius. I will.”

  Serg pressed his rigid length between her thighs and lined himself up with her opening.

  Teeth gritted, he eased himself into her an inch before backing up and repeating the same movement.

  A brief slide out and then another few inches in. Again.

  God, she’s tight. He knew that. But feeling it around his dick was an entirely different story.

  She moaned around his girth when he was halfway in. “Sergius, for the love of God, please.” He froze. “I want to feel you inside me. All…the…way.”

  That was it. Deep, sharp breath in, and he plunged to the hilt. Fuck. The stars realigned in the sky.

  He held still for only a brief moment and then pulled out, setting a rhythm that Juliana imitated. She might have been on the bottom, offering herself up to him as his mate, but she was not entirely submissive. She was controlling him at least as much as he was her. Lifting her torso to him, matching him stroke for stroke.

  Soft whimpers wafted up to his ears. He wasn’t going to last long. Even following so close on the heels of her blowjob.

  He skimmed his fingers down her body, spread his wide palm across her stomach and pressed his thumb firmly against her clit.

  “Serg.” Her orgasm took him by surprise. He hadn’t expected her to come so fast. But when her walls squeezed around his already tight cock, he couldn’t keep from coming at the peak of her own climax, which milked him until he thought he’d burst.

  He held himself inside her, letting his semen pulse deep into her womb. Over and over she continued to contract around him, her head thrashing back and forth, her voice echoing her moans around the room.

  When at last he was completely spent and Juliana stopped quivering around him, he eased out of her and fell onto the bed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her back into his chest.

  Her breasts heaved, her breathing labored. With his upper hand, he smoothed her curls away from her face. Her brow was damp from sweat.

  She smelled spectacular with her pheromones filling the room.

  A sliver of light peeked through the window, indicating it was almost morning. He didn’t care. They were not getting up any time soon. His brothers would understand and take care of the horses without him.

  He kissed her brow. Her mouth curled into a small smile.

  “You’re mine.”

  “Who else’s would I be?” she muttered into the pillow as she drifted off.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Juliana woke to the wonderful smells of bacon and syrup wafting into the room.

  She smiled without opening her eyes. Still burrowed deep beneath the comforter, she didn’t think she could move. Every muscle in her body ached. A good ache.

  She stretched one hand out to the space next to her. It was still warm, but Serg wasn’t there.

  When she finally opened one eye, she could see it was late morning. Bright sun streamed through the window, casting a long ray of light across the room.

  “Juliana, baby.”

  She smiled, stretching, before she eased into a sitting position. The blanket fell to her waist, exposing her breasts, nipples beading against the cool air that caressed them.

  “Sergius?” She scanned the room for him and realized she was alone. Had she just imagined his voice?

  “You’re awake. Don’t get out of bed. I’m bringing coffee.”

  She jerked her gaze to the door as it opened and he backed into the room, ass first—an ass clad only in low, well-worn jeans. She saw why when he turned around, holding two mugs, steam rising. The rich scent of coffee filled the room. The fine expanse of naked, muscled, male chest filled the doorframe.

  “Morning—” The broad smile he wore faded. “What? You okay?”

  “Yes.” Confusion warred in her head. She’d heard him speak to her, but he hadn’t been in the room.

  He set the cups down on the bedside table and climbed up beside her. “You don’t look like you’re okay.”

  “It’s just—” Unease slipped into her chuckle. “I mean—I thought I heard you—” She shook her head.

  His worry left his face, wiped away from top to bottom until his lips fell open as hers were.

  Rough hands formed around her face in contradiction to their gentle touch, and he lowered his head to place a kiss on her lips, a slight brush against her that sent tingles down her body.

  “That’s awesome,” he murmured. “I’d hoped…”

  “What is? Why do I seem to be inside your head?”

  “Thought transference. It’s a wolf thing. My siblings and I can communicate through our thoughts. We sort of talk to each other.” He settled more comfortably in front of her and took her hands. “But it’s nothing like this. I can feel your emotions. Sense what you’re thinking even when you aren’t trying to tell me something. I knew mates could communicate, but I didn’t know it would be like this. You’re like an open book. And I hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly.”

  “What? Like telepathy?”

  “Sort of.”

  “So I didn’t imagine you telling me you were bringing coffee?”

  “No. I sensed the instant you woke up and grabbed you a mug. Didn’t even occur to me you’d heard my thoughts directed your way. I was just sort of talking to myself.”

  “That’s just…weird.”

  “Yeah, you scared the hell out of me when I saw your face. But then I suddenly felt you in my head, knew what you were doing.”

  “And then you got into mine.” She narrowed her gaze at him, but grinned. “Can I turn it off? I don’t think I need you knowing my every thought.” The idea made her cringe. She’d have no privacy.

  “You’ll learn to control it. Block some things. But your emotions, especially when they’re strong, will resonate to me. I’ll probably always sense when you are in pain, angry, sad, happy and especially aroused, even from a distance.”

  Her pussy grew damp. Her abdominal muscles clenched as though she were about to start her period. Almost an ache. No…not a pain, a need.

  She moaned and flopped back on the bed
. Flung her arm over her eyes.

  To make matters worse, she knew without looking he was staring at her breasts. Through his eyes her chest was a beautiful expanse of unblemished, perfect, white skin. The small disks of her areolas and even smaller nipples were just the right size for him to suckle. His cock grew hard. Juliana flinched at the unbidden images. She could literally feel what Sergius experienced.

  He wanted her, needed her, naked and beneath him. Tenderness she’d never known existed oozed from him and flowed into her. He craved a repeat performance. No, he wanted a new experience. Wanted to lay her down and worship her body tenderly, slowly, lick, taste, feel her all over. Spread her out and let his gaze wander all over her naked body so he could truly see her for the first time in the light of day.

  She shook her head under her arm. Her mouth was too dry. She opened it, but syllables wouldn’t form into words.

  And still his thoughts bombarded her.

  He stared at her and visualized a baby of theirs suckling that same little bud. His gaze moved to her flat, slender stomach as she panicked and he pondered what it would look like round with their child.

  Fuck. Condoms. They hadn’t used protection.

  She should have been seriously worried about his sudden paternal thoughts where they concerned her. Instead she whipped her arm from her eyes and glared at him. “We forgot condoms.”

  “Huh?”

  For as much as she could read his mind and follow his line of thinking, he’d been doing nothing of the same in the last minute. Just like a man.

  “You know, a rubber? A raincoat? Latex? We didn’t use anything to prevent pregnancy, Serg.” She punched his arm to get his attention.

  When he didn’t catch on fast enough, she pulled the sheet in her lap up under her armpits to cover herself from his wandering gaze and thoughts.

  “Oh. Right. Baby, I’m a wolf. It’s not the same. I don’t carry human diseases, and I know you haven’t been with anyone recently enough to have anything, either. I couldn’t catch anything, even if you had.”

  “I’m not talking about STDs, you oaf, I’m talking about babies.” Her voice rose as she squared off with him, eye to eye. Was he that dense?