by Jaci Burton
"You're beautiful," he murmured, pressing his lips against hers. His tongue slid inside her mouth and swept alongside hers, making her weak with his tantalizing strokes. He drew back and grinned, then took her hand and led her to the window.
They were in the penthouse, the top floor, and his room didn't overlook any other hotel, so she knew she wouldn't be seen. Yet standing there naked in the moonlight made her feel vulnerable, even though Jason stood in front of her.
He cupped her breasts, sliding his thumbs lightly over her nipples. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. When he bent over and took one peak into his mouth and licked it like a lollipop, she thought she might faint. What started out as a slow, seductive laving of her nipple turned harder. He tugged the bud between his teeth, then captured it firmly between his lips, flicking his thumb over the other nipple. She was dying from the myriad sensations threatening to send her into the throes of orgasm before he ever got near her pussy.
Jason released the bud, watching it with rapt interest as it puckered and stood firmly erect. Then he took the other in his mouth and did the same until she threw her head back and moaned.
When he dropped to his knees, her eyes flew open and she looked down, watching him lean forward and nuzzle against the light dusting of fur on her mound.
She inhaled, the heady scent of sex permeating the room.
"I'm wondering if you taste as sweet as you smell." He leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, then lower. She tensed, nearly climaxing on the spot at the feel of his hot tongue stroking along the soft folds of her pussy.
"Mmm, baby, you taste good." His voice was as tight and hot as she felt deep inside.
Kelsey couldn't take much more of this torture. She'd been on the verge of orgasm since the moment she'd watched Jason's approach from the elevator, sensual intent written all over his face.
And now that face was buried between her legs doing delicious things to her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair, wanting his attention but unable to form the words. He looked up at her, his eyes dark, smoky, mysterious. A smile tugged the corners of his lips upward. "Not yet, Kelsey. You have to let go for me. I want to taste it."
She couldn't bear it, needed him to fill her, to fuck her into oblivion. Anything but this slow torture that drove her to the brink. But seeing his dark head buried between her legs, listening to the sounds he made as he lapped up her liquid desire, and experiencing the mind blowing pleasure of his hot tongue, was more than enough to send her over the edge.
Her legs shook with the force of her orgasm. She cried out, burying her fingers in his hair as wave after wave of delicious sensation pummeled her. Her world spun on its axis and she fought for breath, finally able to do no more than pant and tremble.
Jason stood and pulled her into his arms, driving his lips down over hers. She licked her juices from his mouth and held onto him as he lifted her and moved to the bed, lying down next to her on the satin-covered mattress. His cock, still heavy and thick, brushed her thigh, reminding her that there was more to come.
Good lord. If fucking him was as good or better than what she'd just experienced, she might not survive it.
Chapter Three
Jason drew in a long breath, mesmerized by the woman lying next to him.
Kelsey was no lupine. He'd known immediately by her scent and the fact she hadn't at least partially transformed. She had a beguiling innocence that he hadn't seen in a very long time, and that part of her drew him in a way he couldn't understand. Didn't want to understand. But he felt bonded with this stranger, and he'd never felt that connection with another woman.
Ridiculous, since she couldn't be his pack mate. Kelsey was a human.
He didn't know who she was, and damn if fucking her went against every rule of the pack, but she was here, he wanted her, and he was going to have her. He'd deal with the consequences later.
Brushing her hair away from her face, he stared into her luminous eyes. Such awe and curiosity in their depths, he wondered what she was thinking. Probably better not to know.
Her lips were full, yet natural, not like so many of those thin-lipped socialites who paid a plastic surgeon for a mouth like Kelsey's. His balls drew tight at the thought of those prominent lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. He'd bet she was damned talented with a blowjob and made a mental note to find out.
Later.
Right now, he needed her hands on him, needed to be inside her, more than anything else.
"Touch me, Kelsey."
She reached for him without hesitation, a smile curving her lips as she wrapped her warm hand around his cock. He growled and fought back the urge to change. The feral need to possess, to mark this woman, was almost more than he could bear. His blood stirred and blasted through his veins, centering on all the nerve endings in his cock and demanding his full attention.
"Yes. Stroke it like that." Her hand moved over his shaft and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming right then. No fucking way was that going to happen.
When she reached underneath and massaged his balls, he sucked in a breath and grabbed her hand. "Unless you want me coming all over that sweet body of yours, you need to stop."
She grinned. "I wouldn't mind watching you come."
His balls drew up tight at the thought of her gaze focused on his spurting cock. "You may yet get your wish, but not right now."
"Are you sure?" She slipped her fingers underneath the twin sacs and rubbed the sensitized patch of skin between his balls and ass.
"Shit!" God, he loved the feel of her hands on him, but he had to stop her from touching him like that. He grabbed her hand and wound her arm around his neck, then lifted her leg over his hip, positioning his cock against her sweet pussy. Her juices were like molten lava pouring over the head of his shaft, singeing him, compelling him to plunge into her heat.
He wanted to make this last, prolong that first moment, but damn if he could wait. He parted her folds and with one thrust, buried his cock inside her.
Unable to hold back his growl, he snarled and buried his face in her neck, tasting her, scraping his teeth against her skin as her cunt fit itself around his shaft and squeezed. He moved against her, loving the way her pussy grabbed him as he partially withdrew, then drove in deeper.
"Oh, God!" she cried, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging hard.
Yes, just the way he liked to fuck. A little hard, a little rough, with his woman giving as much as she got. But he purposely held back, not wanting to frighten her. She was, after all, human, and didn't understand the pack ways of sex. The last thing he needed was word getting out that Senator Jason Devlin liked it a little rough.
It was hard not to pound his cock inside her, to turn her over and place her on all fours so he could enter her from behind and lock onto her neck and shoulder with his teeth. He felt his claws unsheathe and by sheer force of will tucked the beast within him away.
Instead, he concentrated on the sensations of her pussy surrounding his cock, the hot little whimpers she made when he moved a certain way. Her nails dug into his shoulders when he quickened the tempo.
It was music to his ears when she said, "Harder, Jason."
He reached for her buttocks, pulling her tight against him and grinding his pelvis against her clit. She shrieked and sank her teeth into his upper chest in response. Oh, yeah, he liked that.
Wetting his fingers with the nectar pouring from her cunt, he searched the cleft between her buttocks and, sensing her need, slipped one moistened finger inside her puckered hole.
She grunted like an animal, her ass tightening around his finger as he probed deeper. He felt the spasms surround his cock and he plunged with more force. She screamed, flooding his shaft with her climax.
The sensation was so intense it was difficult to hold back. She rocked against him, raking her nails down his arms and crying out his name. Giving her no time to rest, he continued to stroke, listening to her breathing turn to gasps of pleasure
as he wound her up again.
When her body tensed, soft whimpers escaping her throat, he knew she was ready to let go again. He sank his finger all the way into her ass and flooded her pussy with his come, taking her over the cliff with him.
For a while, the only sounds were their raspy breaths. Jason stroked Kelsey's hair, kissed her forehead, her pert little nose and her generous mouth, then wrapped his arms around her, more content than he could ever remember being.
Something felt right about holding her in his arms, about the way she fit so perfectly against his body. The moment he'd come in her, she became his.
And that brought about a dilemma of epic proportions. He'd never intended to mate with a human. In his line of work, a human who discovered he was a werewolf could be disastrous. There was no way he could trust someone outside the pack.
He didn't even know anything about her. But it was time he found out, because if his feelings were true, he'd just bedded his pack mate.
*
Kelsey sighed, content to listen to the sound of Jason's rhythmic heartbeat against her ear. His body was so warm she didn't even need the sheet over her, despite the blast of cold air from the room's air conditioner.
She supposed her theory that the reason D.C.'s most eligible bachelor was unattached was because he was gay had just been thrown right out the window. If Jason was gay, he'd just given her an Oscar-worthy performance in bed.
Her nipples tingled at the thought of what they'd just done, of how he had awakened a wild response that was foreign to her. In his arms, she'd felt untamed. She'd wanted to bite him, scratch him. Hell, she'd wanted to howl at the moon!
Wouldn't he have thought her bizarre if she'd done that?
Then again, he hadn't exactly been gentle with her, either. And she'd had the feeling that he'd been holding back. Perhaps there was more to Jason Devlin than she surmised.
Maybe he was really kinky! Had some bizarre predilection for whips and chains, nipple clamps and floggers.
She grinned at the thought of offering herself up as a research sacrifice. Wouldn't that make interesting press? Senator Devlin Takes a Walk on the Wild Side. She couldn't suppress the giggle at the thought of that headline, even though the idea was ludicrous.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
"So, having an orgasm makes you laugh?"
She looked up at him, her heart doing flip-flops as she gazed into eyes the color of dark amber. "You didn't hear me laughing when I was screaming my head off, did you?"
His eyes heated with renewed desire. "No, I didn't."
She resisted the urge to sigh like a lovesick schoolgirl, but truly the man was gorgeous. More than his appearance, he exuded a confident sexuality that most men couldn't possibly carry off. Jason did, though.
"Kelsey?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell me about yourself."
Uh oh. So much for great sex and that warm afterglow. As soon as he found out who she was, she'd be out the door on her ass faster than she could say "hot off the presses".. She pushed away, sat up and faced him, swallowing hard to get the words out. "I'm a reporter for The Washington Oracle."
The hand stroking her thigh stilled. "A reporter."
"Yes."
She much preferred the heated looks he'd given her earlier to the cold narrowing of his eyes now.
"I thought you were..."
She waited, but he didn't finish. "You thought I was what?"
"Never mind. I just assumed you were someone else when I saw you waiting for me."
The blonde, no doubt.
"Did you come here for a story?"
Might as well come out with the truth. "Actually, I snuck up here tonight and waited outside your suite, hoping you'd grant me an interview."
Jason slipped from the bed and combed his fingers through his hair. "I guess you got that interview, didn't you?"
She arched a brow and crossed her arms, irritated that he would think she'd trade sex for a story. "That's rather insulting. Do you see any tape recorders or cameras on me?"
His gaze traveled over her in an insulting manner, but it had the opposite effect on her unruly body. Her nipples hardened to sharp points, a fact that wasn't lost on him as his gaze focused on her breasts. "Not unless you've got some mini-recorder tucked away inside you."
She rolled her eyes and slid from the bed, pushing past him to search for her dress.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
She got to her knees and grabbed her dress from under the bed. "I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"Because you think I fucked you for a story." He refused to budge when she stood, holding her dress up in front of her. "Get out of my way!"
When she tried to move past him, he reached for her hand. "Wait, Kelsey."
"What?"
"Stay with me."
"Why?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Honestly, I should throw you out of here. A journalist and a politician don't make good bedfellows."
Sure hadn't stopped him from taking her to his bed. Then again, he hadn't known she was a reporter. Would it have made any difference? "Then why ask me to stay?"
"Like I said. I don't know. I'd like you to spend the weekend with me. I have a need to get to know you better."
There went her throat again--dry as a desert as she tried to swallow. "The weekend?"
"Yeah. I have a private place in the Poconos. Will you go up there with me?"
This was the chance she'd waited two years for. The opportunity to get to know Jason Devlin.
"But our time together is off the record. You have to agree to that. I don't need a sexpose printed in the next Oracle."
Like she'd actually discuss her intimate sex life in the newspaper. Not likely. But could she really spend that much time with him and not report on anything she saw, heard or experienced? How was she supposed to find out what skeletons lurked in his closet if she wasn't allowed to open the closet door?
She'd figure out a way without compromising her integrity. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. She'd had her fun with him. Now the work would begin.
"Sure, I'll go with you," she said, trying to convince herself that the only reason she agreed was to find out more about Jason Devlin, not because she felt anything for him.
Chapter Four
"Are you insane? Do you know what could happen if a human, let alone a reporter, found out about you? About all of us?"
Jason listened to Brandon rant through the cell phone, conscious of the fact that Kelsey sat only a foot away from him in the limo. "I'm aware of the ramifications."
"And yet you're still going to Pennsylvania with Kelsey Harper."
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am."
With a sigh, Brandon said, "You're the alpha. I guess you know what you're doing. But I'm going on record as stating that I think this is a really bad idea."
"Duly noted." He ended the call, hoping Brandon wasn't right.
He glanced over and watched the way Kelsey worried her bottom lip with her teeth. He wanted to do that for her, then lick her lips and move on from there. He shifted as his cock twitched, wondering how he could be turned on by the sight of a woman in jeans and a silk shirt.
A shirt that hugged her breasts and caressed her hips, the same way the jeans fit her. Snug, showcasing her thighs and long legs. He remembered the feel of her skin and wanted to strip her down and fuck her right there in the limo.
It had been twenty-four hours since he'd bedded her, and already he itched to be inside her again. His lust for her was full force now, and nothing could stop it until the alpha drive had been completed. Until she was truly, completely his.
Considering she didn't even know he was a werewolf, he figured dropping that bomb on her today wasn't a particularly smart idea.
What would she do when she found out? Run? Stay? Write an article about werewolves in the capitol?
Christ, too many "what ifs" running through his head, and none of th
em good. He needed this weekend to relax and get Kelsey used to the idea of being with him. Then, very cautiously, he'd let her in on his secret.
After all, she was going to help him build the Devlin dynasty. At least his part of it.
The Devlin werewolves had been in existence for centuries. And they weren't the only ones. Someday, if he had his way, laws would be passed to protect his kind so they were treated the same as humans. Right now, society wasn't nearly ready for them to come out.
He wished they had time to stop off at his parents' house in Boston, but knew now was not the right occasion. They would welcome Kelsey, as would his sister, Chantal. His brothers--Max, Conner and Noah--might be a bit more skeptical. Who knew how they'd react to his selection of a human as pack mate? The Devlins' goal was to branch out across the United States and unite with other packs. Then mate with other werewolves, not with humans. He'd just blown that directive right out of the water, hadn't he?
Jason had already done his part in Washington, and he knew Max was getting ready to head to New Orleans and do the same thing. It was going to take time, but they had all the time in the world. None of this was going to happen overnight. It would take time and finesse and more than a little fighting to take their places on top of the packs. Devlins were alphas. Always would be, no matter where they located. They'd set up nationwide, and run the packs the way they should be.
"I've never been to the Poconos," Kelsey mumbled, her gaze focused on their climb into the mountains. "It's breathtaking."
Yes, she certainly was. While he enjoyed the seclusion of his private place, he was more interested in catching sight of her breasts, or her creamy thighs, or the way she licked her lips. Adjusting his burgeoning erection, he said, "Yeah, it's really nice in the fall. I'll have to bring you up here after summer's officially over, when the leaves start to change."
She looked at him, eyes widening. "In the fall?"
"Yeah."
"That's like a month or so away."
"Yes, it is. Your point?"
"Um, I guess I don't really have one." She quickly turned away, but not before he caught the blush staining her cheeks. Kelsey really was an enigma. One he intended to research in depth this weekend.
