“Laney told me.”
“I guessed that. I mean, how’d you find me at Riley’s?” Riley’s Bar was located in the next town over. The only place to go dancing in Addison was Fat Eddy’s, and neither Ella nor Cassie had felt like going there.
“One of the waitresses at Fat Eddy’s told me you were there.”
There, naked at last. She looked over, surprised to find him still fully dressed.
“What’s the matter, hon? Need some help?” Her confidence boosted by her new look—as well as the attention she’d gotten in the bar—Cassie sauntered her way across the small living room to where Jay still stood by the door, a serious look on his face.
Reaching for the buttons of his shirt, she slowly undid them, savoring the undressing as one did a rich, decadent piece of chocolate cake.
“Cassie, I’m serious about this.” He tilted her chin up with his hand. “You won’t need Ella to pick up the pieces because I’m not going to hurt you again.”
“Well, of course you’re not,” Cassie agreed, watching as confusion filled his face at her matter-of-fact statement. “Because I’m not going to let you. Stop talking, stop thinking. I’m not interested in talking, I want sex.”
She didn’t want to think, to reason things through. She longed to move, touch, feel.
“I want a night of hot, hmm,” she licked his nipple, moving her hands to his belt, “hot sex.”
“Cassie, stop.” His hand grabbed hers, halting her as she reached for the buttons on his jeans.
“What?” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to say you’re not here to fuck? Because if not, then what the hell were you doing scaring off all those other guys?” She took a step back, her hands resting on her hips.
A low rumble filled the room. “No one else touches you.”
She snorted, turning to where her clothes lay strewn across the living room floor. Moving as fast as she could with hands that were shaking, she pulled on her G-string. “Well if you’re not going to fuck me, I can assure you I’ll find someone who will.”
Even though every cell in her body protested leaving him, she grabbed the rest of her clothes, prepared to storm out.
“You’re not going anywhere.” A raw command.
Moving so fast she didn’t even see him, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder as he stalked into the small bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.
She lay there catching her breath while he stripped off what little clothing she’d managed to get on. Then he stood back, staring down at her.
“What has gotten into you, Cassie? This isn’t you.” He waved a hand over her body. “The makeup, the clothes, throwing yourself at strange men. What’s going on?”
Cassie sat up on the bed and scowled at him. “This is me! This is the new me. This is the new me who’s not afraid to live a little. Look, Jay, I’m not going to involve my feelings like last time, so don’t worry. I know exactly what this is. Sex. Hot, glorious sex.”
“I am not here for sex.” Each word was nearly unrecognizable, his jaw was clenched so tight.
“Yeah? What are you here for then?”
“For you. I came to find you. I want you—”
“And I want you,” she interrupted, reaching for him, running her hands over his chest. Right now, she didn’t much care why he was here. He was here, he desired her, and she’d been craving his touch. Why not just get on with it?
“So are we doing this? Or do I have to go find someone else?”
He glared at her, unmoving, and for a moment she really did think he was going to call her bluff. He opened his mouth and she moved, slipping off the mattress. She was going to have to go back out, pick up some stranger and sleep with him. Something deep inside her shuddered, remembering how the other man’s touch on the dance floor had revolted her. How much worse would the feeling be if she slept with him?
Damn werewolf had ruined her for anyone else.
Then he was moving, pushing her back onto the bed, stripping off his clothes, and the ferocious hunger for him shoved any lingering misgivings aside.
“Do you wander around naked all the time?” she asked huskily, her gaze roaming his naked flesh.
He paused, his head cocking to one side in puzzlement. “What?”
“Your tan. It reaches everywhere. Do you sunbathe naked?”
She’d pay to see that. She watched, fascinated as he blushed slightly.
“Sometimes.”
Intrigued by him, Cassie grinned. “Yum, you sexy, wicked man.” She tugged him onto the mattress, kneeling beside him as he lay on his back. She flicked a warm, delicious nipple with her tongue, satisfied as he let out a deep moan.
Moving her head, she flicked her tongue over the other nipple, raising her hands to his shoulders before running them down his arms. He wasn’t as thick with muscle as Marcus or Cain, but what was there was defined, strong, and had her quivering with wanton sexual desire.
“I love your arms,” she whispered, pressing kisses over them, showing her adoration.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice hoarse. His body remained still as a board, holding back.
She was determined to make him bend.
She hesitated for a moment, innocence knocking down her confidence. But she took a deep breath, fighting back her nerves, and let her desire to touch him, to have him, override all else.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered before kissing her way over his shoulders, down his chest and over a smooth, firm stomach. She thought he trembled as she reached the thin line of dark hair running beneath his bellybutton down to his groin. But when she looked up, only the heat in his eyes betrayed his interest.
Well, his eyes and the heavily aroused cock waiting, begging for her attention. She pushed his legs apart, leaning in to lay kisses on his inner thighs, deliberately not touching his cock. Reaching his balls, she enveloped them with her mouth.
Inexperience had her hesitating before she began to suck them. Things had been a little too cramped for her to attempt this last time. She felt her own heartbeat quicken as she pleasured him. Her clit throbbed, her lower lips creaming in preparation for his possession.
Turning him on was making her hot.
“Suck harder, roll them around in your mouth. That’s it, don’t be afraid.” He groaned as she followed his instructions. Thank God for those erotic romances she’d read or she’d be completely lost. Her belief in her abilities grew at her obvious effect on him.
Cassie felt him place his palms on either side of her head before she was drawn back. She let him go with a last lingering lick.
“Enough, sweetheart, let me love you.” His voice was slightly breathless—he was letting go, losing control.
But he had further yet to go.
She shook her head.
“No.”
He glared down at her.
“You’re telling me no?” Whisper soft, his voice held an edge that made her shiver. Fear strummed up against arousal in an intriguing, breath-stealing mix.
“No. I’m in charge this time. And what I want is to pleasure you.” She could scarcely believe her daring, bossing him around. But tonight she felt desirable, wicked, and more confident than she could ever remember feeling before. She really did feel as though she were shedding parts of the old Cassie, letting the new one emerge free.
His eyebrows rose. “And if I don’t agree?” They both knew he could easily overpower her.
“You mean you’d actually turn down a blowjob? Are you trying to tell me you’re the only man in the world that doesn’t like having his cock sucked?”
“Cassie,” he scolded.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like dirty talk?” She winked at him. “Let me do this, Jay.”
Before he could answer her, she slipped her mouth over his cock and sucked upon it lightly, swirling her tongue under the head.
He lay back, his groan combined with the sudden thrust of his hips telling her that she was doing it right.
“That is ho
t. Yes, like that. Exactly like that.” He began to thrust in farther and she obligingly widened her jaw, sucking him down. Slowly she released him, letting her mouth drop off the end of his now glistening shaft. She ignored his grumble of protest and began licking her tongue over the lines and grooves that ran around his cock.
“Stop teasing me, brat,” he demanded, his voice harsh with arousal. Cassie obligingly took him deep into her mouth, pumping the base of him with her hand.
“That feels incredible. Look at you, taking me in deep, making me boil. I want you, Cassie, so much.” She sped up, sucking harder, aiming to pleasure him beyond thought, beyond reason.
“I’m gonna come, slow down.” She ignored him. After all, wasn’t that the point?
“Cassie!” He yelled her name and she rolled her eyes up to find he’d flung his head back, the tendons on his neck tensing as though he were straining to keep himself from coming.
Well, she was having none of that.
Reaching one hand down, she massaged the skin directly behind his balls. She felt him stiffen. It was her only warning before he thrust deeply, finding his release, sending thick, warm cum down her throat in bursts and waves. Cassie kept him deep until he was spent.
As he moved back she felt like whimpering, yet she let him go with one last swipe of her tongue over the head of his shaft.
His hands were gentle as he tugged her onto on her back.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Chapter Six
Jay couldn’t believe that Cassie had pushed him beyond his control. He knew she wasn’t experienced, yet her hot, eager, wet little mouth had pleasured him like no other had before. He’d thought nothing could top the last time she’d had her mouth wrapped around his dick. He’d been wrong.
She’d managed to gain the upper hand, but now it was time he took charge.
Before she could protest, he took her mouth with his, surrounding her with heat and promise. Eating at her lips, her tongue, he ravished her until they were both breathing rapidly.
“What were you thinking?” he murmured, keeping his voice gentle.
He licked at her neck with long, slick strokes.
“W-what?”
“Why did you leave Landon, Cassie? Why did you leave the safety of the pack’s protection to come here?”
“I was never in danger.”
“You don’t know that.” He had to pause and rein in the fear-fueled anger racing through him. The thought of her injured and alone… She was safe now, though, and he was going to see she stayed that way. He nibbled on her collarbone, smiling at her sigh of delight.
“You could have been the target,” he chided, even knowing it was highly unlikely.
She snorted. “As if. Who’d want to hurt me? I’m nobody. No one would be interested in me.”
Anger returned in a heady rush and he bit down on her neck in punishment, making her yelp. “You are not nobody,” he growled.
“Hmm, maybe not. Those guys in the bar certainly seemed to notice me.”
Jay closed his eyes as he trembled with enraged possessiveness. The memory of her jean-covered hips swaying sensuously to the music, the way her top highlighted those full breasts, fueled his jealousy. Every man in the bar had watched her, lusted after her. Had desired his mate.
“Did you go to that bar looking for a man, Cassie?” His hands cupped her firm breasts.
“I’m allowed to have fun, to go dancing, to see other men. Like I said before, it was sex not a lifelong commitme— Oh!” She let out a noise halfway between a moan and a yelp as he pinched both nipples, biting down on her neck once more. She now had bite marks on either side of her pale neck, which made him feel ridiculously satisfied.
“What we had was more than a fuck. Did you go to that bar looking for a man, Cassie?” he repeated, trying to keep his voice calm. He could tell he’d failed as she stiffened, her eyes widening.
“Answer me,” he demanded, reaching down with one hand to cup her mound, sliding a finger inside her welcoming passage. “Were you there searching for another man?”
His thumb rubbed her clit, watching as her hips rose. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow. He bit down hard on her nipple, bringing her gaze back to his as she yelped.
“Did you hope to find someone to satisfy the ache, Cassie? To nibble on these pretty nipples and fuck this tight sheath?”
She cried out, arching up as he drove a second finger into the wet, velvety center of her. “No!”
He flipped her over onto her stomach, leaving her no opportunity to catch her breath before pulling her legs apart and thrusting his fingers deep inside.
Stilling, he lay to her side, whispering in her ear, “You won’t be swinging these hips or rubbing your luscious breasts against any man but me. Understood?”
“I can dance with whoever I like,” she panted. “And why wouldn’t I? We’re not in a relationship, Jay. If we were, you wouldn’t be lusting after a certain redhead.”
He moved his fingers back then drove three digits deep inside her, reveling in her loud cry. “That wasn’t just dancing. That was a mating call, and those bastards in the bar couldn’t wait to answer it.”
His fingers left her as he reached over and grabbed a condom from the side table where she’d placed them. Hurriedly he sheathed his already erect cock.
He thrust inside her.
Harder. Deeper.
Hotter. Faster.
Smooth and short.
Rough and deep.
Over and over until she came, screaming her satisfaction, her hips jolting back, driving him even farther into her. The feel of her muscles clamping down on his shaft drove him higher, ripped at his control. He tried to hold on, but her sheath gripped him, pulsing and rippling around him until he was out of options.
He succumbed to his own climax, tumbling into a whirlpool of deep pleasure.
Jay collapsed, rolling onto his side before pulling her around so her back was nestled against his front. Laying tender kisses along the back of her shoulders and up her neck, he grabbed the lobe of her ear between his teeth and bit down.
“Ow,” she cried, slapping a hand back at him, the impact as weak as a swat from a butterfly’s wings. “Stop biting me. What is up with you?”
“Just getting your attention. Listen well, Cassie. No one else touches you. No one but me.”
She snorted. “Get over yourself, Jay. I can sleep with whoever I like. It’s not like you’re going to stick around and declare your undying love for me. You want Dusty, remember?”
“Listen to me. I do not want Dusty.” He turned her to face him, his hands cupping her cheeks as he peered into her large brown eyes.
“Why are you here, Jay? What am I, your backup fuck?”
He frowned. She attempted to turn away from him but he grabbed her. Rolling onto his back, he lifted her so she lay on top of him, his arms holding her close despite her struggles and curses.
“You are not just a fuck. Let alone a backup fuck, whatever the hell that is. I’m not interested in Dusty. Yes, I was attracted to her, and yes, I thought I wanted her. But then I realized what I felt wasn’t real, it was imagined. You’re the one for me, Cassie. You.”
“If I was the one, you wouldn’t have gone to New York to look after her. If I was the one, then how could you leave me when I was injured? You may not be able to have her, but you’d go running if she called.”
“You’re begging for a spanking,” he snarled. A hint of fear entered her eyes as he scowled at her, yet he didn’t feel the least bit sorry.
“You chose her over me.”
“No.” He shook her gently. “I’m an enforcer. I’m a werewolf, part of a pack. I can’t always do what I like when I feel like it. I have to follow orders. Listen to me carefully, because I am deadly serious.
“I’m here because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not Dusty. I was wrong. The reason I ‘went running’ was because of pack business, not because I chose her over you. Would I be her
e if it was Dusty I wanted? If all I was after was sex, do you not think I could have gotten it closer to home? I didn’t come here for sex, I came here for you. If you’ll have me.”
Cassie bit her lip. Was this the truth? If he’d really wanted Dusty could he have fucked Cassie like he had? She wasn’t sure what to believe, everything was rolling around in her head, making her nauseous. Could she trust him?
“I tried to convince myself that it was Dusty I needed, told myself she was the smart choice, the best choice. But I was fooling myself. It’s you, Cassie, you’re the one for me.”
“Why? She’s prettier—”
“Hush.” He placed his fingers over her mouth, frowning down at her sternly. “Do not put yourself down in front of me, I won’t have it. I’m not interested in hearing that you’re not pretty or smart or any of that shit. Got it? I hear anything self-derogatory coming from your mouth and your butt will feel the palm of my hand.”
Shocked by his ferociousness, she nodded.
He lay back, breathing deeply. “Christ, I’m a fool. I’m so sorry, Cassie. You’re gorgeous, you’re kind, sweet, but for years I’ve told myself that I would only ever mate with a werewolf.”
“Oh.” What more could she say? She couldn’t change what she was.
“Years ago I met this human girl. I thought I loved her. That she loved me. Then she betrayed me. I swore never to get involved with another human again. She almost came between me and the pack. I snuck around, kept our relationship a secret for her. So I told myself the pack would always come first and that I would only ever mate with a werewolf.”
He rolled over and looked at her. “That is, until I met you. I forgot that mating isn’t something you can control. I like control, and it confounded me that I couldn’t take charge of my feelings.”
Cassie rubbed her forehead, trying to think. It was all a bit much, overloading her brain.
“Cassie?”
“I’m not sure we could work, Jay. You were right. Dusty is a smarter choice. She’s a werewolf. She understands pack dynamics, pack loyalty. I think…I think I’d be the odd one out. I wouldn’t fit in.”
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