ChasingCassie

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  “Jay, please,” she begged, wriggling her hips. He leaned back, his face ravenous, his gaze devouring.

  “Do you like having my tongue inside you?” His voice was almost unintelligible and she let out a sob as he slowly licked her cream from his lush lips. His eyes closed, a look of rapturous ecstasy crossing his face. Without a doubt it was the most arousing, most incredibly hot thing she had ever seen.

  “You know I do.” He must be able to see, to feel how wet she was for him “Please, don’t stop now. If you stop, I’ll die,” she panted, certain she was near death anyway. She couldn’t be this hot without organs melting, blood boiling. He chuckled and blew on her clit, making her convulse in shocked delight.

  “Wait,” she demanded. He stilled, looking up at her.

  “Let me down? Please.” She was astounded by the wanton he’d revealed, taken aback at how easily she’d cried out for him.

  “Why?” He sounded only mildly curious as his gaze returned to her pussy.

  “Because I’m…oh God…too heavy.”

  She screeched as a hand landed on her bare bottom with a sharp, stinging slap.

  “What?” she yelled, feeling a little incensed and a lot aroused.

  “You are not too heavy, and since you can obviously talk I’m not doing this well enough.”

  Well enough? My God, he was killing her. If he got any better she would explode.

  His hands left her breasts and clasped under her thighs, raising her up farther. She was wide open, totally bare to his gaze as he thrust his tongue inside her passage. He took complete control of her. Gentle yet in command, indulgent but demanding.

  “Jay!” Intense, sharp pricks of arousal raced over her, ecstasy on the cusp of being pain. She was slowly being tortured by need. “Jay, please.”

  “Come for me.”

  He tapped her swollen clit with his thumb. Then she was crashing, throbbing, clenching. Her orgasm overwhelmed her as waves of sensation slammed through her body until she shook with the overflow.

  Chapter Three

  Letting her drop until her slick heat rested against his stomach, Jay watched with a voracious hunger as the woman before him writhed in a sensual dance, trembling with the force of her orgasm. He loved nothing more than watching a woman reach her peak, watching bliss take her over, ridding her of everything but pleasure.

  He suddenly found himself completely without patience, his cock throbbing incessantly, demanding, raging, needing her to bathe his singed nerves. Rebalancing her weight so he held her up with one hand, he used his free hand to reach into his pocket and grab a condom. He unzipped his jeans quickly, his shaft springing free with relief. Like an arrow sighting its target, it immediately brushed through her wet folds, making them both moan.

  “Hold on.” Ripping apart the foil packet with his teeth, he felt like a fumbling schoolboy as he hurriedly sheathed himself in latex. Then he was inside her, thick and deep, piercing his way through silky muscle, seating himself fully within her tight embrace.

  Her hands were on his back, nails digging into him as her head thrashed from side to side. Gritting his teeth, he held back his own release, determined to wait for her.

  Her legs tightened their hold around him, almost as though she was worried he would leave her.

  As if.

  Locking his knees, he quickened his movements, thrilling in the way she clawed at him—bit his neck, his shoulders—as incoherent demands passed her lips. Relentlessly he rammed into her. His balls tightened, sweat coated both their bodies as he shook with the need to let go. He moaned as he felt her orgasm overtake her. Nothing, nothing had ever felt as good as this. Her climax sent him flying and his mouth took hers, their screams mingling as their tongues met and danced in an erotic waltz.

  His strength nearly deserted him as they collapsed into one another. He slid from her hold reluctantly.

  Taking a deep breath, he drew in her sweet scent and felt the wolf’s supreme satisfaction at having this woman in their arms. He’d been shocked by the wolf’s appearance tonight. For the last few years, Jay had kept himself apart from his wolf as much as possible. But tonight the wolf had definitely made his presence known.

  His hold over the wolf had first slipped when he’d seen Cassie run off. He hadn’t even thought about it—one moment he was talking to Dusty, the woman he’d told himself he should want. The next he was running after Cassie, the woman he shouldn’t desire.

  She wiggled in his arms.

  “Think you could let me down now?”

  “Sorry, baby.” He let her drop, holding her elbow as she swayed a little.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m fine. I just want to go home.”

  He frowned but, feeling her stiffen, capitulated. “Okay, I’ll drive you.”

  Jay tugged on his t-shirt, watching as a clearly dismayed Cassie studied her clothing. He held back a grin as she slipped on her too-large t-shirt. It was ripped down the front but she drew the ragged edges together until they overlapped, covering her. She grabbed her torn jeans. Needing both hands to pull them on, she let her hold on the t-shirt go and he caught a delightful glimpse of her full breasts as she bent over.

  “Leave the jeans, they’re useless. Your t-shirt is so large it covers everything anyway.” Unfortunately.

  “It’s ripped down the middle!” She glared at him as she finished dressing. “You wrecked my clothes.”

  “I’ll buy you new ones.” Maybe. He’d just end up tearing them off her. She was far too gorgeous to cover up.

  She muttered under her breath as she stood, one hand holding her t-shirt together, the other clasped around the top of her jeans.

  He took hold of her elbow.

  She attempted to step back but he wasn’t about to allow that.

  “Do you want me to carry you?” he asked. “I don’t want you tripping and hurting yourself.” He didn’t question why he was so concerned over her well-being.

  She shook her head. He shortened his larger stride so she could easily keep up.

  When they reached Laney’s house, she tugged at his hold on her. “I’ll wait for you here if you want to tell them where you’re going.”

  He turned and frowned down at her. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  “Are you blind? Look what I’m wearing!”

  “I think you look delightful.”

  ”Just take me home. Now.”

  He opened the door to his car, helping her inside.

  When he hopped in the driver’s side she frowned at him. “Shouldn’t you tell Laney that you’re leaving?”

  “Nah.”

  He took her hand, ignoring her flinch, and held it over his thigh. As he drove to her house, he found himself tuned in to her every movement, every noise.

  He was amazed by the depth of his hunger for her. He enjoyed women, liked their softer side, their laughter, their gentleness, the roundness of their bodies, the smoothness of their skin. But he’d sworn to himself he’d never get close to another human woman, not after Lia.

  He wasn’t sure when he’d first become attracted to Cassie. She’d snuck up on him, bit by bit. She didn’t talk much about herself. But once he’d gotten to know her better, he’d discovered what an amazing person she was. She volunteered so much of her time to help others that he was surprised she had energy and time left to devote to her own business.

  He didn’t like seeing pain or misery on her face like he had tonight. He longed to tuck her into his arms and devote his time to pampering her, protecting her.

  Yet at the same time he longed to ravish her, possess her, mark her so all who saw her knew exactly who she belonged to. His feelings toward her bordered on the savage, more animal than man.

  Tonight, his attention had been drawn to her time and again. When she’d smiled he’d felt like smiling, when she’d looked concerned he’d been worried. He’d convinced himself that Dusty was the one for him. She was the smarter choice. She was a werewolf, an enforcer, a packm
ate, she’d fit into his life far easier than a fragile human.

  But it was a curvy brunette rather than a fiery redhead who filled his thoughts, who made his heart race. Who left him stiff and achy with desire.

  “That was your first, wasn’t it?” He made no apology for the heavy satisfaction in his voice.

  “First what?”

  “First orgasm.”

  She glared at him. “I wasn’t a virgin.”

  “No, but it was your first, wasn’t it?”

  “How do you know? I might have had hundreds. Had dozens of lovers who have satisfied me in every way possible.”

  He growled, jealousy surging through him. But he knew she wasn’t telling the truth, knew there hadn’t been many men, knew there wouldn’t be any more. Possessiveness held him in its grasp and he wasn’t tugging free.

  “Technically, you may not have been a virgin, but in every way that counts you were. I could see the truth in your eyes, a mix of trepidation and intrigue, surprise and shyness. You’ve never experienced anything like that before. Any lovers you had, of which I doubt there were dozens, were hopeless cretins not worthy of you.”

  “Oh, and you are?”

  He gaped at her, astonished at the angry contempt evident in the words she threw at him.

  “Cassie—”

  “Forget it. Look, what happened, it was nice and all that, but it was a mistake, okay?”

  He pulled up outside her house then grabbed her hand before she could open the door and run off.

  “It was not a mistake.”

  “It was an easing of needs, something we both should have resisted. You want Dusty.”

  “Listen to me well, because I won’t say it again. I don’t want Dusty. Do you really think tonight was about easing a hard-on? Do you truly believe that I think and act with my cock?”

  “Don’t most men?”

  “No, they don’t. I don’t. And I certainly wouldn’t have made love to you so vigorously or thoroughly if this was about scratching an itch. This wasn’t just sex, not for me. I’ve been fooling myself, telling myself I should desire Dusty. I’d told myself that for so long I’d come to believe it. But I realize now that it wasn’t real.”

  “What? You had an epiphany tonight? That’s a little bit convenient don’t you think?”

  “Not tonight. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I tried to force feelings for Dusty that weren’t there. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t real. Ask Dusty, she’ll tell you she’s not interested in me.”

  “So that’s why you’ve given up on her, because she doesn’t desire you. You came after me because you knew I did.” Her voice was full of accusation.

  “No,” he bit out. He was explaining this badly. Maybe it was time to stop talking.

  “Does this feel like I want Dusty?”

  Cupping her face, he pulled her toward him, taking her mouth deeply. Grabbing her hand, he placed it over his erection. He nearly came then and there as she caressed the hard length of his cock.

  “I want you again. Once wasn’t enough. A lifetime could never be enough. Touch me, please.”

  He breathed out a sigh of relief as she shakily undid his jeans, letting his shaft spring free. Kneeling on the seat, she turned toward him and bent over, taking him into her mouth.

  He moaned, instinctively thrusting his hips as she sucked him. Her breasts, bared by the ripped t-shirt, taunted him. Unable to resist, he cupped one, flicking her stiff nipple.

  “Baby, that feels so good,” he groaned, his eyes drifting shut as she cupped his balls with one hand, surrounding the base of his dick with the other.

  He rubbed his hand over her head.

  “I’m not going to last long. I need you so much.”

  Her movements quickened, it seemed she was determined to push him over the edge. As the head of his cock hit the back of her throat she swallowed and he nearly lost his mind.

  “Cassie, pull back. I’m about to come.”

  He tugged at her hair, giving her one final chance to release him. The pleasure became impossible to hold back and he hit his peak, falling over the edge into oblivion.

  Shuddering, he came back to reality slowly. A lazy smile of satisfaction crossed his face as he pulled her up into his arms and kissed her.

  “God, baby. That was fantastic.”

  She blushed and tried to get off his lap, but he held her firm against his chest.

  “Ask me inside,” he murmured.

  She opened her mouth just as his phone went off. Her lips slammed shut. He groaned as he pulled his cell from his pocket and saw who was calling.

  Cassie’s expression closed up. He glanced from her to his phone. Finally he let out a frustrated noise and answered it.

  “What?” he barked at Dusty before she could even speak.

  “Okay, all right, I’ll be there soon.”

  He hung up and looked at Cassie, who gazed back at him from shielded eyes. He sighed at the wall she’d re-erected between them.

  “Cassie—”

  “That was Dusty, wasn’t it? You have to go.” Her voice was even, no hint of emotion.

  “I’ll be back.”

  “Don’t bother, I know where I stand.”

  He ran his hands through his hair before doing up his jeans hurriedly. “Look, it’s not like that. It’s not a matter of choosing between the two of you.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. “This is pack business, I have to go.”

  “So go. I’m not stopping you.” She stared down at where his hand held hers.

  “Cassie.”

  “Let me out. They need you, she needs you. I don’t.”

  He had no choice but to go, he couldn’t let the pack down. So he did, then left the car and followed her to her door. He would make sure she was safe.

  “Cassie.”

  “Just go. You got what you were after. Now give me what I want and leave me alone.”

  * * * * *

  Senses dulled, her head thumping, Cassie awoke with a heartfelt moan of discontent. Sunlight, bright and cheerful, mocked her miserable mood as she rolled over slowly. As consciousness pulled her into its evil grip, she groaned in remembrance.

  What the hell had she been thinking? Did she have no sense of self-worth? She’d had sex with a man who lusted after another, who left her bed to go to that other woman. To add insult to injury, his friends knew she desired him, they’d smelled her arousal. By now they probably also knew she’d given in to her urges and slept with him.

  Cassie didn’t know what great sin she’d committed in another life, but it must have been a doozy, because fate was a vindictive bitch and she was sticking it to Cassie.

  The way she’d behaved last night—that wasn’t her. She didn’t run off in a temper. She didn’t have sex in the outdoors. She certainly didn’t cry and yell and moan and beg.

  Maybe she could lie here forever. Someday, someone would find her mummified body. She could go down in Landon history, known forever as the mummy girl.

  Then again, maybe not, if the persistent knockers at her front door didn’t go away.

  “Go away.” She’d been trying for threatening. She managed little more than a grumble.

  “Cassie, open this door. Please.” Laney. Cassie grunted and tugged the pillow over her head.

  “Blaine, open the door before I break it down,” Dusty called out.

  Bloody werewolf would do it too.

  Cassie grumbled under her breath but got up and moved to the front door, tugging on an old, tattered dressing gown on her way.

  “Blaine?” she queried, squinting as the bright sunlight pierced her aching eyes.

  “Am I close?” Dusty was alarmingly cheerful.

  “No.”

  “Hmm.” Dusty tapped her finger against her chin.

  “What are you doing here?” Ridiculously she found herself looking behind them, hoping to see Jay standing there. She
shook her head in self-disgust. She was acting like her mother—waiting, pining after a man.

  “Can we come in?” Laney’s face was pale.

  Cassie left the door open and turned away. “Not like you couldn’t force your way in anyway.”

  “Now that’s the attitude.”

  “Dusty!” Cassie heard Laney scold the enforcer.

  “Cassie, listen—”

  She ignored Laney as she walked back to her bedroom and hopped into bed.

  “Look, I’m not in the mood for company today, okay? Do whatever it is you came to do and then show yourselves out.” She needed to be alone, to wallow in self-pity for a while.

  “Oh goody, something around here has got to have your name on it.” Dusty immediately left the bedroom and Cassie could hear her rummaging around in the small living area. Nobody touched Cassie’s stuff. She’d had so little growing up that she practically worshipped the few possessions she now owned. But even the idea of Dusty pawing her way through her precious belongings failed to penetrate the shield she’d erected around herself. She felt nothing.

  “Cassie, listen to me. I’m so sorry. I didn’t tell you that stuff last night to hurt you. I told you, well, because I thought I was doing the right thing. Jay told me it was stupid, and he’s right. He’s furious with me—”

  “Where is Jay?” Cassie interrupted her. He’d left messages on her phone but she hadn’t bothered to listen to them. She’d unplugged the phone after the third message. Still, part of her had been hoping he’d come back.

  “Well, he’d be here right now, but Cooper has him working on the disturbance we had last night.”

  “Right, pack business.” And pack came first.

  “Someone set fires around the boundary of the estate. Cassie, no one was laughing at you or ridiculing you, really we weren’t. We hadn’t even spoken about it. Cassie, please.”

  “Come on, Bernice, get your butt outta bed and stop moping for Christ’s sake. The work at the store won’t get done by itself.” Obviously, Dusty had failed in her mission to find Cassie’s real name. Cassie almost smiled at thwarting the werewolf. She kept all her important documents in a watertight container in the freezer. It felt nice to get something over on the beautiful redhead.