by Talyn Scott
His eyes gleamed, not quite in the werewolf way, only the outer rims of his irises smoldering with hot lust. “Is it true, Jenny?” Searlas touched the corner of her mouth with the barest of kisses. “Do you shimmer?”
Her breath caught in her throat. She looked down to see his swollen cock pressing against his trousers. The sight of it, the size far bigger than that of a human, heated her watering mouth to bone dry.
“I’m going to kiss you.” He brushed an open kiss across her cheek until he met her ear, swirling his tongue over the outer shell before going lower. When she clenched her thighs together, Jenny felt Searlas smile against her neck. Then he dropped his mouth, delivering those drugging, openmouthed kisses all the way to her shoulder, his tongue flickering beneath the strap of her tank top. “Unlike other Pack males, I’ve never experienced the natural urge to dominate a female, take her in the marsh beneath the full moon.”
Jenny could smell her desire combining with his, the heady scent wetting her pussy. Her hips lifted on their own accord, trying to find relief. “You haven’t?”
“Not until I met you,” he growled low, another rumble leaving his chest she could never distinguish from that of a pureblood. “And I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”
Just as it had with Jed, something suddenly clicked that enabled Jenny to pull down the blinds on Ail, making him completely disappear from her heart and mind, which opened a window for Searlas MacGelton.
“Sear, I’m not asking you to hold back any longer.”
Before she drew her next breath, a static power surged from his skin, forcing a territorial growl from his chest. He blinked a few times while cupping her face with his large hands, the unexpectedness of the growl nearly breaking the moment.
“It’s okay,” she assured him. “Maybe you’re more werewolf than either of us realized.”
He closed his eyes briefly before dipping his head, then moving his lips over hers. Drawing back slightly, he whispered over her lips. “I’m going to touch you, Jenny.”
Her stomach flipped in wild anticipation, her gasp an invitation for him to penetrate her with his tongue, exploring her mouth with intended ownership. Jenny speared his hair with her fingers, pulling him closer, closer, closer, until suddenly she felt her skin prickle with deliberate heat, much the way a flickering fire brushed upon chilled skin. His lips danced fleetingly across the dip beneath her bottom lip, where they lingered as his glowing eyes locked with hers. “You taste like mine.”
Jenny drew back, slightly shaken at the riot of sensation so similar to what she’d shared with Jed, who was human. “I might believe you.”
When she meant to lean back on the dock, to take him completely in her arms, Searlas stopped her. His eyes traveled to the front of her tank top, where her nipples pouted through her bra’s lace. “I’m wondering what you taste like.”
Jenny whimpered.
Gathering her in his arms, Searlas carried Jenny to Bren Walker’s yacht. “The crew’s gone and Bren won’t mind.”
She narrowed her eyes. “How would you know?”
“Don’t look at me that way.” Lowering her, he helped Jenny down a narrow stairway leading to the living quarters. “Eagan brings females here, not me.” He reached inside a first aid kit bolted to the wall and pulled out an odd looking key. Next, he untwined half a spool of gauze and dangled it from a simple hook placed above the kit.
She’d made out with males while she was a teen but had never utilized such a makeshift technique. “Do not disturb sign?”
Searlas laughed low. “I didn’t come up with this particular warning system, but I’m using it.” He gave her a sudden, hard kiss, afterwards nipping her chin with his canines. “After what you subjected yourself to at The Blue Pelican with your self-imposed Rites to Mate ceremony, I think you should try it in the private way.”
“It,” she echoed with a shaky laugh, her insides quivering.
It, Searlas mouthed as he opened a set of sliders and pulled her inside by her hand. “Like I said, Bren doesn’t mind… so long as no one uses the master suite or his kid’s room.”
“That’s understandable.” She cupped his cheek with her free hand, rolling her fingers over his shadow of growth.
He gripped her wrists with his hands, lowering her fingers to the front of his shirt. “Take it off.”
Slightly trembling, she fumbled with his dress shirt, exposing Searlas button by button. In return, his smile was languid, undeniably wicked as he lifted her top so slowly that every brush of his knuckles drew an agonizing ache from her core.
“You do shimmer,” he said in open awe, his palms curving beneath her breasts, thumbs reaching up to circle her nipples.
“Kiss me again,” Jenny demanded as Searlas restlessly crushed her to him, nearly losing his composure and feeding her rising need for his power, his control.
“Yes.” He lowered his head, his tongue blazing a trail from the hollow in her throat to the valley of her breasts, the swollen mounds straining against innocent white lace as he nibbled and suckled between hot words of admiration. Then he blew a scorching breath across her saliva-dampened flesh.
“Searlas,” she warned, her leg hitching on his hip, her core spasming for fulfillment from this immense male.
“Hush, female.” Securing one arm around her back, he supported her weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist. With the other, Searlas took his time molding her lace-clad breasts with his long fingers, the thin barrier nothing against the heat of his possessive caress. “All in time, my time.”
His mouth found hers again, his tongue seeking, his stubbled face abrading.
“Please,” she gasped on a strangled cry.
“I want you slippery.” Searlas captured a throbbing nipple through her lace, his teeth nipping expertly. Then lowered the arm supporting her before he lifted it back up, sliding her pussy against his hard-on. “Hot and ready.”
Unclasping her bra and watching her swollen flesh spill out of the tight confines, his eyes darkened, the glow lowering to a smoldering, denim-blue ember as he took in the sight.
“Fuck, Jenny.”
An appreciative rumble escaped his throat while he traced tiny circles around her diamond-hard points. Right before he sucked an entire nipple deep into his mouth, his werewolf roughened tongue working her with patient persistence, never pulling away no matter how hard Jenny tugged his hair.
“I’ve already warned you once.” He bit down on her nipple, then slid his sandpapery tongue over the slight pink mark, a prelude to a marking. “All in my time.” Then he worked the opposite side, plumping her breast with his fingers as he sucked her nipple between his lowered canines.
Her thighs tightening around his hips, Searlas slid his supporting arm from under Jenny and cupped her ass beneath her skirt with his palm. Growling, he gripped the back of her thong and pulled up slightly before he released it.
Then again.
And again.
The lacy elastic of her thong scraped her drenched folds until she saw sparkly dots dance before her vision, felt the buzz of electricity touch the very tip of her clitoris. Yet she couldn’t get enough friction for the way Searlas pulled her ass away from his cock every time she tried to take a healthy swipe. All in my time, he’d warned her.
Thighs stiffening to the point of breaking, Jenny’s whimpering became increasingly frantic, her fingernails clawing at his bare back. “Searlas!”
Again tugging her thong, he brought Jenny’s breasts, wetted from his mouth, against the hard planes of his chest, his nipple rings cool against her nipples. “Not until I say you can come.”
“H-how do I hold it back?” She snarled, digging her fingernails until she knew little red crescents would mar them for a few days. Then, she bit down on the thick tendon of his neck. The salt of his skin an aphrodisiac for her kind, she fought not to lick, not to give him the soothing pleasure as she bit harder.
“Hungry little female.” Snarling right back, he shove
d against her then, one hard thrust that tightened her core on nothing but air, which drove the ache to a spiraling need. “My cock is throbbing in time with my racing heart.” He lowered her, spinning Jenny around to face the back of an oversized sectional sofa. “And you’re intent is to take what little control I have left.” With the flat of his hand, he pressed between her shoulder blades until she curled over the sofa with her ass up and feet on the floor. “You know better than that, Jenny.” Her breasts hung over the sofa, the cool leather soothing the nipples he’d worried with his canines and tongue. “You’re not experienced enough yet to take me that way.”
Jenny’s teeth sank into her bottom lip while Searlas unzipped her skirt, the feel of his hands moving on her hips to yank down the fabric as seductively potent as the salt of his skin.
Power, Jenny sensed it radiating from him, pouring into her body the hungrier he got for her. And she wondered through the erotic haze of her mind about all the times she’d turned Searlas down, what’d she been thinking? Not this, she realized as he left her heels on and nudged apart her ankles with the toe of his boots.
“Luscious,” Searlas praised while petting her bottom, her hips rolling on their own accord, begging for more of his touch. A single fingertip slid beneath the thong’s string and her clit sizzled again with electricity. She shuddered as a scream built up in her throat. “So sensitive.”
Jenny knew that she should be embarrassed for her thong sticking to her folds, for the wetness seeping down her thighs, but her thoughts had tunneled to one thing. “Get inside of me.”
“That’s it,” he rumbled.
Protracting a claw briefly, he sliced the string of her thong and it fluttered down her too-sensitive thighs. But instead of floating to the floor, the silk and lace got caught up in her wetness. Searlas clucked his tongue, his hands on each globe slightly spreading her ass. “Well, what do we have here?”
In that moment, Jenny realized she might not be able to handle Searlas MacGelton. “Sear.”
The sound of a belt sliding steadily from trouser loops filled the cabin. “Answer the question.”
“I’m wet.”
“Yes,” was his simple response as he placed the belt next to her, over the back of the sofa. The sound of a zipper lowering soon followed. A breath later, his palm cupped her pussy, and she tried to close her thighs around his wrist. “So bold is my werewolf with her demands of coming.” Elbowing her apart, exactly as he’d positioned her moments ago, Searlas peeled the thong from her inner thighs, then inhaled for a long savoring moment. With a husky rasp, his ominous warning should have scared her. “But after many warnings, she’s not getting off that easily for disobeying.”
At his proprietorial tone, somehow Jenny fought the urge to flip back over the sofa, sink to her knees, and take his cock to the back of her throat. She wanted to take control, to make his sex glisten with pre-cum.
His claws staying retracted, Searlas grazed his thumbnails on other side of dark crevice before reaching for his belt. A sharp gasp left her when he pressed the buckle against her pink flesh, swiping gently, the cool hard metal driving her crazy. She shoved back, wanting more friction, only to hear his clucking tongue. “That’s another lash I’ll add to your punishment.”
She groaned when he bit down on her shoulder and slipped the folded end of his leather belt where she needed his cock. Slick on the leather, she fought not to move her plump flesh as Searlas worked his belt back and forth.
“Like that?”
“Y-yes.”
Air quickly chilled on her pussy when the leather disappeared, only to be replaced by a persuasive whack. “Ah!” Jenny cried out when heat stung her core, followed by the thrill of blood rushing to her apex.
When she tried to clench her legs together again, he stopped her by putting his bare thigh between hers, his crisps hairs further engorging her. “Don’t,” he warned, waiting for her to unclench her legs before he pulled away his thigh. He landed another whack to her pussy, the wetness of her sex hitting the leather almost embarrassed her.
Almost.
But the male behind her body, the one driving her to the brink of erotic madness, praised her throaty moans, coaxing her higher and higher with his open approval as he increased his lashing to extend across her lower cheeks. This, she realized, was nothing like a true spanking, her Searlas being gentler with her. But it was enough for now, and he knew this by reading her body. How he did so, Jenny would never know, but Searlas seemed attuned to her needs.
“So hot.” Jenny needed him to thrust into her from behind, to press his hard pelvis against her scalding ass as he drove into her deep and hard.
The belt hit the floor before Searlas pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, then worked the tips of his canines all the way down her spine until he hit the beginning of her ass cleft. His hand roaming her stomach, finding her navel and twirling his fingertip inside until her womb clenched impossibly tight, he praised, “You flush sweetly.” As he brought two fingers between her begging lips and thrust inside midway, Searlas commanded, “Come for your male.”
Tightening at his words, Jenny clamped around his fingers as her breath caught, her inner walls pulsating in time with her heartbeat, and she screamed out his name. When dancing dots darkened her vision, she wondered how many Pack males had heard.
Spreading his fingers wide, he left her stomach and slid his hand between her breasts to lift Jenny. The blood rushed to her head as she turned to pour her heart and soul into her kiss.
He kissed her deep.
He kissed her with raging hunger.
After their mouths separated, he Jenny with pupils so dilated that only a thin ring of glowing blue remained, then declared words she thought she’d never hear from a male. “You are mine.”
“Claiming words,” she whispered. Those words from a male not to be spoken lightly, in the heat of sex or anger, but to be used as a prelude to an eternal binding.
He nodded slowly, waiting for her refusal, for the many detailed reasons she could never be his.
But no rebuttal came to mind.
Jenny lifted her chin, fisting her hands on his chest, thinking she’d sat out on life for far too long to pass up on this chance of happiness. So without fully testing the water, Jenny pushed aside fear of the unknown and allowed Searlas’ claim to stand. “Take me, then.”
“Jenny?”
Jenny gasped, then faced the doorway. “Jed?”
Chapter 4
Jenny scrambled to take cover, which was impossible with her clothes strewn across the cabin floor.
“Slow down.” Searlas gripped her hips. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” He wrapped her in his shirt, her shaking hands gripping the edges together instead of taking the time to button it. To Jed, he said, “Give me another hour, and I’ll catch up with you.”
Instead of turning away, Jed stepped into the cabin, closing the door behind him with a soft snick. His onyx eyes trained on Jenny. “You couldn’t take any time to talk to me at the bar, huh?”
Jenny shook her head, her brilliant eyes flashing with shock and sadness. “You can’t just expect — ”
“Or you only wanted a werewolf?” he asked softly, dangerously. A male whose pride was at stake.
She blinked. “You know of us?”
“Of course I know of you.” He stepped closer, dropping his words to a whispering seduction, “I know you. You’ve been in my arms, came on my tongue.”
“Leave us.” Searlas slipped on his pants, while trying hard not to get pissed off. Jed was his friend and work relation. Now, however, Jenny was his, and she was clearly upset. “I will find you after I make sure she’s home safely.”
“I’m not leaving.”
Searlas wrapped his arm around Jenny, soothing by touch. “Don’t turn this into something ugly.” If the male challenged Searlas, it would mean Searlas’ fall, his human half a weakness that would never withstand hand to hand with the likes of Jed.
“I wouldn�
��t do that,” Jed clarified.
She tucked into Searlas’ side. “Who exactly are you?”
He shimmered a bit, fading the edges of his body, then put himself to rights. “As you can see I’m not human.”
“You’re a shapeshifter?”
Searlas raised an inquisitive brow at Jed, but the male stayed focused on Jenny, not refuting her statement.
Jenny’s head cocked in a wolfish way. “How did I not scent you?”
“You couldn’t have known,” Searlas explained since the male had, at least, admitted to his immortality. “He’s scentless. Can glamour himself into, well, that.” He gestured to Jed, who greatly resembled a human, apart from his elevated looks and fuller size. But if Jed were to let loose and release his inner vampire, Searlas never wanted to be on the receiving end of his wrath.
Immense wasn’t the word for it.
Neither was power.
Jed belonged to a classification of immortals long considered the fallen.
But those legends, Uncle Gage had once told him, were from other immortals weaving the ugly into the pretty. What simmered beneath a creature like Jed, however, was the epitome of lethal.
And now that lethal focus was solely on Jenny.
“Since our encounter, I’ve thought of no one but you.” Jed’s cheekbones sharpened beneath the bronze of his skin. “Hell, I’ve nearly gotten killed twice this week due to my wandering fantasies. All of them star you.”
Searlas felt his claws extend. Since they were far shorter than that of a pureblood werewolf, he kept a selection of blades handy in his boots for sticky situations. He only hoped this wasn’t one of those times.
Jenny stepped around Searlas. “But…you said you wanted some fun and so did I.”
“You wanted more than fun, Jenny.” Jed’s arms and shoulders thickened, his fists clenching at his thighs. “I’m not stupid. I know you used me.”
