A Mate for Gideon (The Program Book 2)
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Jenna swallowed and with shaking hands, she pulled off her sweater. Next to go was her t-shirt and jeans. Until just her bra and panties were left.
“Everything,” he growled. His voice impossibly deep.
She licked her lips and nodded again.
His eyes were glowing again. Eerily beautiful. He was beautiful. From the masculine line of his jaw, to the small cleft in his chin. Even the deep frown made her breath seize in her lungs.
He snarled silently as her boobs spilled out as the cups of her bra fell away. To think this was the one part of her body she had always felt a little embarrassed about. She’d developed early as a teenager. Her chest just popped out, and almost overnight. The boys in her class used to tease her big time. Her mom always told her that it was because they were attracted to her and didn’t know how to handle it.
Then the older boys started asking her out. She hated the attention. She still hated it when guys struggled to look her in the eyes. It happened often. She was more than just a pair of boobs. Seeing how turned on Gideon was though, how his heated gaze turned downright smoldering made her thankful that Mother Nature had been generous.
Then she snagged her g-string with her thumbs and slowly pulled them down her thighs, taking her time before stepping out of them.
When she looked back up, his whole body was tense. He gripped the bed so hard, she thought she heard a tearing noise. “You are so fucking beautiful.” It sounded like he strained to get the words out. “Come here.” He growled, sounding almost vicious. If she didn’t know better she would be afraid.
Jenna shook her head, feeling the corners of her mouth curl up.
He made a pained noise.
“It’s your turn to take off your clothes.” She felt daring.
Gideon shook his head but removed his shirt. His muscles had muscles. She didn’t think she would ever tire of seeing him like this. Broad shoulders, pecs that were made for licking, abs so ripped that a girl could lose an eye. It would just simply pop out from the ogling. “What about the pants?” Oh sweet Jesus. Her eyes moved south where the head of his cock poked out above the rim of his pants. Was that a drop of pre-cum on the tip? Her mouth turned dry.
Gideon shook his head again. “The pants stay on or I will fuck you right now. I swear to god, Jenna. There will be no holding back.”
“Sounds good to me.” Her voice was breathy. So needy, it was obscene.
Gideon made a sound somewhere between pain and frustration. “I need to prepare you. Lie down and open your legs. Do it right now or so help me.” His eyes gleamed. His throat worked. His chest heaved.
Jenna did as he said.
“That’s it.” He groaned as he crawled onto the bed, his eyes fixed between her legs. “You have just about the sweetest pussy I have ever seen.”
Her back bowed, just a little as his hot breath fanned her.
“Fucking perfection.” Another low growl, so close this time that his lips brushed against her sensitive flesh. She moaned, trying not to rock against him.
He closed his mouth over her and sucked. She mewled and her back really bowed off the bed.
Gideon circled her clit with his tongue and then sucked. Circled, sucked, circled, sucked. She was panting in no time.
He gently pushed a finger inside her and she moaned before biting down on her lip. Her eyes were wide.
He pushed in deeper, slowly and carefully. Then he curled his finger upwards, finding a spot inside her that caused her hips to buck and a god awful moan to escape.
Gideon chuckled against her before continuing his assault on her clit with his mouth and on that spot with his finger…or was that two fingers? Her hips bucked wildly and she was making the most ridiculous noises but she didn’t care because everything was tightening, coiling and then she was exploding. Groaning so deep that it hurt her throat, but she still didn’t care. Her orgasm spiraled on and on. Her hips thrusting, her hands clenching, her eyes clamped shut.
“Oh god!” She gasped, releasing her hold on his head. “I’m so sorry.” Her voice was deep and breathy.
“Feel free to hold onto me anytime.” His fingers were still inside her. Three of them, maybe even four. Shit! He had said he needed to prepare her.
She swallowed thickly as he pulled out and crawled over her. “You are very receptive to my touch. Wrap your legs around me.”
She did as he asked, feeling his hard length against the seam of her pussy.
Gideon kissed her softly. He was breathing hard. “I’m going to”—he swallowed thickly—“enter you now, Jenna. Stay calm, I’m big and you’re pretty small in comparison. I’ll go as easy as I can.”
She nodded.
“Lift your knees higher,” he growled.
She did as he said, feeling her hips tilt up.
His cock nudged at her opening. “Yeah…” Gideon sighed. “…that’s it.” Then he pushed into her with just his head.
Jenna groaned. She already felt fuller than she ever had before. There was a light stinging sensation.
Gideon rocked out of her and pushed back in. He grit his teeth, breathing really hard. He rocked back a second time, this time pushing in much further.
The sting increased as she felt herself stretch. Jenna cried out and Gideon moaned. His neck muscles were corded. There was some pain, but there was also pleasure, it was a strange combination.
Then he leaned his forehead against hers, making a pained noise.
“What is it?” Her words came out in little pants.
Gideon chuckled, the sound too deep and tense to be considered humorous. “I’m trying not to come, Jenna,” he leaned back so that he could stare into her eyes. “It’s never felt this good before. Never.” He closed his eyes for a few beats, looking like he had died and gone to heaven. “It’s not just because you are so ridiculously tight or wet as fuck.” He shivered. She felt it across his whole body. “It’s because I’m with you. Inside you. A part of you and I never want to fucking leave.”
Although he hadn’t said the L-word, it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard.
“I feel the same.” Pretty lame but it was hard to talk with him inside her. Especially when he pushed the rest of the way home.
Eyes locked, they both groaned. Gideon kissed her. He pulled her knees up higher as he began to move. With deep, undulating rolls of his hips, he fucked her slowly and carefully. He was a miracle worker, that was for damned sure. It felt too good to be true. He pulled her knees a little higher and her eyes rolled back.
“Do you feel that?” Gideon panted while keeping up the deep, circular motions.
“God yeeessss!” A long drawn out moan. Her next orgasm was so close it was almost impossible to talk.
“That’s your g-spot, Jen.” Thrust, roll, thrust, roll. Deep and hard.
Her answer was another moan.
“I’m putting my name on it, Jenna…it’s fucking mine. Mine.” He growled as she clenched around him while shouting his name. Her little fingers dug into him as her pussy spasmed.
Instead of stopping, he turned them onto their sides, positioning her in front of him, so that he was at her back. Using his leg, he opened her, thrusting into her with one hard thrust. “No more,” she cried.
“One more.” He growled, continuing to fuck her, this time pulling all the way out before pushing back in. His hips pistoned against her. His breath came in ragged pants against the back of her neck. Her breasts jerked so hard with each thrust almost hurt. She clenched her teeth.
It was too much.
Too much.
His hand closed over one of her breasts and he groaned. He kneaded her flesh. “Fuck, Jen.” He groaned. “I need you.” His voice sounded anguished.
She wanted to tell him that he had her but her mouth wouldn’t work as the familiar coiling sensation began deep in her belly again.
“Need you.” He growled a second time.
His mouth closed over her neck. There was a light sting and her body convulsed wit
His hips still jerked against hers, only he was barely moving. The warm, sticky feeling between her legs alerted her to the fact that he had come as well. His dick was still hard.
“That was”—she was panting, her mouth dry—“pretty damned spectacular.”
“No…” Gideon licked her neck and she felt the aftershock of her epic orgasm deep inside her. “That was fucking pathetic”—he kissed her throat—“on my part, that is. I don’t think I’ve ever come so damned quickly. You on the other hand were…” He shook his head, unable to find the right words. They were all inadequate.
It just got better from there. They couldn’t seem to get enough of one another. They had sex everywhere in the room. In the tub, in the shower, on the desk, on the bed, on the floor, against the wall, against the door, on the window sill.
Other guests complained and Gideon rented the adjacent rooms. She kept on making excuses why not to tell him about Rob. The funny thing was, when he finally found out, the divorce had been finalized. She was free and sure he would understand. Jenna had been wrong. It had cost her in a big way. When Gideon had left, he had taken a piece of her soul. He had left her a broken shell of what she was before. He had been right, there was no going back. Thankfully, that rang true for both of them. Gideon had called her his, had said that he was hers. That they belonged together. He was still holding back, but she sensed it no longer had anything to do with her.
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Gideon carried on driving a few blocks past the target, he turned at the next curb and parked the SUV. It took no time at all to lock the car and sprint back. The house was dark and quiet. For a second he was afraid that it was empty. Gideon had promised not to kill the male, Liam, but he had made no such promises about hurting him…at least just a little.
He pulled the ski mask over his head. Gideon had been sure to stitch the mouthpiece closed. He didn’t want the bastard knowing that he was a vampire. If he somehow managed to catch a glimpse of his fangs, his secret would be out. This way, the honor less male would simply assume that Gideon was a friend or a family member of Jenna’s. The less the asshole knew the better.
Gideon made his way around the house. His foot falls silent. The door was locked. All of the windows closed barring one. Gideon could hear the sounds of soft snoring from inside the house.
Thank fuck.
The bastard was there. Gideon clenched his teeth. He took a few deep breaths. He could so easily snap the male’s neck or punch a hole right through his chest. All it would take was a momentary loss of focus. Unfortunately, he had promised his female that he would allow this poor excuse for a male to continue breathing. Right now, the promise burned inside his gut.
After a few more seconds in which he took a couple more calming breaths, he carefully pushed open the window and climbed inside the bedroom.
The moment his feet touched the carpet, he realized that something had changed. He could still make out Liam’s breathing only it was no longer deep and rhythmic, it was soft yet quick, alerting him to the fact that the male was awake.
His gaze flashed to the human who had a gun pointed to his chest. “This is not your lucky day.” The male said before firing the weapon.
There was a bright flash. The round hit him at point-blank range. The force from the blast had him taking a step back. Gideon could feel the bullet penetrate, could feel as it cracked a rib and tore through his lung. Blood filled the cavity.
Gideon choked out a mouthful of the thick liquid.
The bastard in front of him smiled. Fucking smiled. “I missed,” he stated simply. “That should’ve hit you in the heart.”
Gideon watched as the male’s knuckles turned white as he prepared to pull the trigger a second time. This time Gideon was prepared. He sidestepped the bullet and was on the male in a split second. Using every ounce of self-control he possessed, he hit Liam’s hand with enough force to dislodge the weapon but not so hard as to shatter bones. Something he wished like fuck he could do.
It was good that the bullet had passed right through Gideon. Lucky that the projectile had been made from copper or steel. Already, he could feel his flesh knit. The bastard in front of him cried out as his weapon flew across the room. His eyes were wide with shock.
Within the next few minutes, he was going to wish that he had loaded with silver but then again, how was he to know that a vampire was after him.
“What the fuck!” Liam growled. His hands had clenched into fists, one of which he was aiming directly for Gideon’s face.
Gideon had to suppress a yawn. Humans were so damned slow. He grabbed the fist and squeezed. Hard enough to hurt like a bitch but not so hard that anything actually broke. He kneed the fucker in the nuts. Wishing he could castrate the bastard. A male like this did not deserve to breed or to even to have a female at his side for that matter.
Liam yelled out. His face a contorted mask of pain. The other male’s knees buckled out from underneath him.
Gideon released him. The moment he did so, Liam fell to his side. He rolled on the ground clutching his dick. “Shit. Did you have to fucking do that?” He finally managed to whimper. “Do you know who you’re messing with?”
“A coward and a bully,” Gideon snarled.
“Who the fuck are you?” He was panting hard, his hand still tightly clasped to his dick. “Your face is covered dammit, yet you have the gall to call me a coward? Fuck you!” He growled, sounding stronger.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. It only matters why I am here. Stay away from Jenna. You go anywhere near her and I will kill you. Do you understand me?”
Liam choked out a strangled laugh, finally taking his hands off of his dick. His face was white and dripping with sweat. Somehow he managed to pull himself semi-upright. “Is that what this whole thing is about? You’re here because of that bitch?”
Gideon kicked the male, aiming for his chest rather than his face. Human necks were too easy to snap, their skulls too easy to crush. As it stood, he kicked him as softly as he could, given the male’s badmouthing of Jenna. It was fucking unacceptable. This low life wasn’t worthy of wiping a female like Jenna’s ass let alone being with her.
It irritated him to see the male flying back. Winded and dazed but still breathing. He hadn’t heard the telltale sound of a rib cracking. Fuck, but he wanted to tear into the dickhead. Make him fucking pay. He deserved it. No one would tie him to the crime. Not in a million fucking years. He had made a promise to Jenna though, so he held back. It fucking killed him to do so, but he did it.
The male made a loud grunting sound. He cussed loudly. “So it’s serious then?” Liam laughed while shaking his head. “She’s the most frigid chick I’ve ever been with. Just lies there. I honestly don’t know what you see in her. Good fucking riddance. I’m glad to be shot of her. Clumsy fucking bitch. Always falling and apologizing. She couldn’t do a damned thing right. Not a damned fucking thing.” The male’s eyes blazed.
Gideon felt several muscles tick in his jaw. A low rumble sounded from deep inside his chest. He never wanted to kill something so much in his whole damn life. Yet he continued to hold back. His hands shook as he grabbed Liam by the throat. His fingers dug into flesh. Enough to cut off the male’s oxygen supply but not enough to snap his neck. “Listen to me,” he growled. “You stay far away from her. Touch her. Speak to her. If you so much as fucking look in her direction, I will kill you. Your death will be slow and agonizing.”
The male’s eyes started to look panicked. Overly large in his skull. His hands clutched at Gideon’s, trying and failing to pry them away. Liam’s legs kicked out.
“There is a part of me that hopes you try. I long to remove your intestines. I would use them to strangle you. Stay away or die. It’s simple.”
The stench of the other male’s urine hit his nostrils. It helped to soothe his anger knowing that the bastard was scared enough to piss himself. Gideon had to force himself to release the male who gasped and spluttered. Sucking in gulps of air.
“I’ll come for you. Don’t fucking think for a second that I won’t because you would be dead fucking wrong.” In less than two seconds he was out the window. Moving quickly and quietly, he made his way back to his SUV. He couldn’t shake the feeling that leaving the motherfucker breathing was a mistake.
He only hoped he didn’t live to regret it.
Chapter 11
Gideon tried not to fidget. It was difficult considering he’d been sitting in this chair for half an hour. Fuck! The urge to go and tear down Brant’s door hit him hard. Such an act would not serve him in any way. In fact, it would be detrimental so he held back while clasping his hands in his lap instead.
Brant’s PA continued to type on her laptop. Oblivious to the knots that coiled in his gut. She’d noticed him dripping with sweat earlier and had turned up the air conditioner. Good try. Thing was, she could have the setting on arctic and it wouldn’t help one little bit.
York strode in, he gave Gideon a curt nod. The big male walked over to Allison’s desk. Good fucking luck with that!
The female continued to type at her computer. York shifted on his feet and his jaw clenched for a few beats. The male put both hands on her desk and leaned in. His eyes were firmly on her.
Allison stuck the tip of her manicured nail between her lips and lifted her eyes to York. “Anything I can help you with?”
“I need to see Brant right now”—York paused—“please.” He added the last as an afterthought when her eyes widened and her brows lifted.
Gideon had to suppress a humorless laugh.
She removed the finger and gave York a regretful smile. The same smile she had used on him earlier. “He is busy at the moment. His schedule is fully booked for the day.”
A snorting noise escaped him. York looked over his shoulder at him. Gideon shook his head, feeling more frustrated than ever before in his life.
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