Finally, he lowered himself so he knelt on the floor in front of the couch and moved so he was between her legs.
She swallowed hard, silent but her heavy pants as he undid her jeans and slid them, along with her panties down her legs. He threw them to the side and she found herself naked on the couch while he knelt fully clothed between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she asked, hoping he was about to do what she thought he was. She might have been a submissive wolf, but she wanted his mouth on her.
Now.
“I’m going to taste this sweet cunt of yours then fuck you with my fingers until you come around me. Then I’m going to take you to the bedroom and fuck you with my cock until both of us are boneless, marked, mated, and whole.”
She blinked, holding herself back from coming from his words alone.
“Okay.”
He grinned again then lowered his face to her mound. He kissed the short hair she’d trimmed there then licked along her nether lips. He took this thumb and forefinger to spread her then sat back on his haunches and stared.
She would have been embarrassed if not for the hungry look on his face.
Before she could beg for his touch, he licked her clit, then sucked. She rocked her face against him, holding the couch so she didn’t force him even closer. He sucked, licked, and nibbled along her clit and pussy until she radiated with need. A storm of heat and need tumbled within her and she felt the orgasm spark until it rolled over her, her body thrashing as she called his name. She threw back her head, closed her eyes, and rode the wave of pleasure her mate provided.
He continued to go down on her as she came off her high, her body drugged with pleasure. Then he licked up her body, until his lips found her own. She could taste herself on him and just thought it was about the hottest thing ever.
She felt his hands on her ass and suddenly she was in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, her wet heat against the thick line of his erection within the confines of his jeans.
“Bedroom?” he moaned.
She nodded and leaned to kiss up his neck as he walked them to his bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed and she leaned back on her arms as he pulled off his shirt and pants.
“You weren’t wearing underwear?” she asked, her stomach tightening again as she watched him.
He was gorgeous. Long and lean muscles covered his body. The ridges of his abdomen begged for her tongue and she couldn’t wait to taste him.
Speaking of tasting…
She gulped as she studied his cock. Thick, long, and curved so it bounced on his stomach as he leaned over to kick the rest of his clothes out of the way.
“If you keep staring at me like that, things are going to end a bit quicker than I’d planned.”
She smiled then stood quickly, pushing him on his back on the bed before he had a chance to understand what she planned.
“Leslie? Oh shit.”
She cupped his balls and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the tip then along the little slit, loving the way his musky taste settled on his tongue.
“Leslie, if you do this, I’ll come in your mouth when I really want to come in your pussy.”
She pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop. “You’re a demon. You can go again,” she teased.
He groaned and tangled his hand in her hair, directing her where he wanted. She stroked up and down his length with one hand while rolling his balls in the palm of her other hand. She licked and sucked the sides of his cock then finally let him down her throat. The tip brushed the back of her throat and she relaxed, letting him sit there for a minute before hollowing her cheeks and moving her head back. She bobbed up and down, sucking in time with the movement of her hands.
He gripped her hair and forced her to stay still. She loved that he took control. Loved. It. She raised her eyes and sought his gaze as he fucked her mouth. His cock slid in and out of her lips and she loved the taste, loved putting the control in his hands.
Finally she felt the first spurt of his seed on her tongue and she quickly swallowed as he came in her mouth. She let each drop roll down her throat then pulled away to lick his cock clean.
“Fuck, Leslie, you’re amazing.”
She gave him a naughty grin then he moved quicker than she could blink. Suddenly, she found herself on her back and his cock deep in her pussy as he thrust within her in one stroke.
“Gods,” she moaned.
Fawkes froze above her. The strain of waiting clear on his face fixed with worry. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No, please please. I need you.”
He nodded the rolled his hips back, then forward. Her pussy tightened around him every time he tried to leave her and he groaned. He fucked her hard and fast, everything she needed as he leaned over her. He pulled back slightly and gripped her thighs pushing them up to her chest so he could get a bigger angle.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
She nodded, then let her hand travel down her stomach to her clit. She rubbed circles on her clit and felt herself let go.
“Come. Come, my Leslie.”
She did as she was told and came harder than she had in the living room. Fawkes shifted so he was still in her, but she was on top.
“Ride me, baby.”
She nodded then rode him hard, letting her hips do most of the movement. He ran his hands up her body then cupped her breasts.
“Fawkes, I can’t wait anymore. Please,” she begged. It was so much. So many emotions, feelings, touches. “I need your mark. Please.”
He moved again, this time sitting so she sat on his lap. He never stopped thrusting, showing her how strong he really was. He moved his neck to the side and she went on instinct.
She let her fangs pierce his flesh and she felt the bond snap in place as he came with her.
He held her close and then she moved back so he could mark her as well. Wolves were the ones who needed to mark, to claim, but she wanted his mark just as much.
Soon she found herself lying beside her mate, their bodies slick with sweat and exhaustion.
“That…that was amazing,” he panted.
“That was a mating,” she corrected.
“Fuck yeah.” He turned and pushed her hair away from her face. “Wanna do it again?”
She laughed and buried herself into his side. “Always.”
“I’m never letting you go, my Leslie. This is it for me. You’re my choice. That bond you feel? That’s perfection. I love you so much.”
Tears filled her eyes and she kissed his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her lips. “You’re my choice, Fawkes. No matter what happens, you’ll always be my choice.”
Fate might have given them to each other, but they’d chosen their own path.
Together.
The End
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A Beta’s Haven
Chapter One
The warm, willing woman in his arms moaned, and Jasper Jamenson pulled her closer, loving the way she arched into him. She was soft, perfect. His. The delicate skin under his hands was familiar, and yet, with each touch, it was like finding something new, something precious, created only for him. His eyes were closed, but he knew he wasn’t dreaming, at least he hoped he wasn’t. He’d hate to have that happen. Again.
His mate, the love of his life, and his partner, Willow, wiggled her ass against his cock, and he moaned.
Loudly.
“Not so loud, Jasper, you’ll wake Brie,” Willow whispered, her voice heavy with sleep, gradually filling with need. He felt her body shaking—from holding back laughter or a moan of her own, he wasn’t sure. Well, he’d just have to make sure it was the latter. There would be no laughter from his mate while he had his cock pressed against her and when they were both ready to fuck, make love, connect…any of those words that would make them breathe heavy.
He nipped at her neck, and she tilted for him, giving him better access. He licked and sucked at her skin, the salty taste of her body from sleep mixed with the cinnamon that always danced on his tongue when he touched his mouth to her. He’d keep his moans down and try to be quiet, but only because he knew his daughter in the room next to theirs had hearing worthy of any wolf.
“You’re the loud one, darling,” he teased as he let his hand move to her breast. He plucked at her nipples, loving their reaction to him, pebbling in his palm as he cupped her breasts. He molded them in his hands, taking in their heavy weight. He trailed his hand from between her breasts down over her belly and below the shorts she wore, to the trimmed hair between her legs. He’d never tire of how soft his mate was. Oh, she might not have the full curves of other women, but she was perfect for him.
Willow spread for him, and he circled her clit, his cock hardening even more at the way she plumped for him with just one easy stroke. He’d make her come on his hand, and then, while she was still cascading down from her high, he’d slide his cock into her heat and pump into her until she came again, and he’d come with her.
Yes, that was a good morning he could live with.
He trailed one finger lower and froze as the door creaked open.
“Daddy! It’s breakfast time!” Brie squealed.
Jasper heard her little feet tap against the floor as she ran to his side of the bed. He quickly removed his hand from his wife’s pants and rolled to his other side so he could stop Brie from jumping into their bed. With just one look, she came to a stop, sliding a bit before regaining her footing. Jasper had his arm out to catch her, but he wasn’t needed.
This time.
“Morning, my baby girl,” he said, a smile on his face, even though he hadn’t gotten to finish what he’d started with his wife. Again. “What did we say about doors in this house, honey?”
She scrunched up her little face. Her brown hair tumbled in a mess around her head as if she hadn’t brushed it in weeks, though he knew Willow had put a braid in it before bed. Brie tended to sleep as wildly as she was when awake. Her braid never stayed in place.
His perfect little princess wanted to roughhouse with the boys, and Jasper was fine with it. Sure, she might carry a little more dirt than Willow would like, but at least, this way, Brie would learn to fight off the boys when they came knocking at his perfect little princess’s door.
Oh, and when they did, Jasper would be ready.
With his claws.
“Uh, don’t open it?”
Jasper rolled his eyes then sat up so he could tickle the little monster beside the bed when she moved closer. She giggled, the high-pitched sound grating on his nerves since he’d just woken up, but at least he knew his daughter was happy. He let her go, and she skipped to the door then looked back.
“Is Mommy making breakfast?” his little girl asked, her eyes dancing.
Willow let out a laugh beside him. He sensed her disappointment that they hadn’t finished what they’d started, but mixed with that was her amusement of their daughter, so he reached out and squeezed her hand.
“Yes, Brie dear. Or your daddy can make you cereal if you want.”
He looked over at his wife and said, tongue in cheek, “Cereal? That’s the best I can do? Is that a comment on my cooking, oh-mate-of-mine?”
Willow blinked up at him with those big hazel eyes he loved, the innocence act so not working.
“I have no idea what you mean, love.”
Jasper growled, though he couldn’t help the corners of his mouth lifting up. “I didn’t poison myself with my own cooking before I met you. I won’t poison our daughter.”
Willow raised a brow, sitting up to fold her arms under her breasts. “If you could find a way to poison anyone pouring a bowl of cereal, you’d be an extra special Beta, wouldn’t you?”
Brie giggled then shifted from side to side. Jasper narrowed his eyes. “Did you use your potty this morning?”
“Maybe,” was her reply. She scrunched her face, and he held back a curse.
With the rush of a man who was still learning the steps to this whole father-thing, he picked her up, ran her to her training potty, and let her get to work. She wiggled and smiled as she went about her business, and Jasper just leaned against the sink, wondering how the hell he’d ended up here—a place he loved but was drastically different.
He’d been a bachelor for almost a hundred years, the Beta to the Redwood pack, a Jamenson of royal werewolf blood. Now he
was a husband, a mate, a father…and the Beta of a Pack who was being attacked on an almost daily basis from the Centrals—a Pack now run by a demon from hell rather than a wolf with a bent on ruling the world.
Yes. Things sure seemed to change in the blink of an eye.
And not all for the best.
He wouldn’t change who he was and who he’d become for anything in the world. He loved it all. He’d been there when his baby girl was born, even though Willow had kicked him out of the room a few times. He hadn’t been able to help it. He and his wolf had wanted to scream at his brother North for taking too long and letting his mate endure so much pain. He’d been there when his baby girl took her first steps, though he’d missed her first words because he’d been out on a call to fulfill his Beta responsibilities.
He’d been able to watch his wife and mate grow and find a rhythm with her wolf, even though the way she’d turned into one of his kind had been brutal and unyielding. He’d been able to watch his brothers fall in love, bond with their mates, and create the next generation of Jamensons.
Through all of that, he’d accepted his responsibility as the Beta, the one wolf who was bonded to the rest of the Pack in such a way that he knew what they needed, sometimes before they did. It was his job to ensure the needs of the Pack were taken care of so the others around him could function and move forward.
He loved his role in the Pack—even if he was so tired some nights the effort it took to breathe was almost too much.
With the Pack on the defense most days with battles and the threat of war, the health—emotional, physical, and functional—of their members needed to remain high, even if it wasn’t necessarily Jasper’s job to ensure it. Both he and his wolf knew when a Pack member needed something, such as time off or to focus on a new project, but that didn’t mean Jasper had to hold their hand to make it happen.
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