“I missed you too.”
Her head tucked in the shelf of his clavicle, she felt safe here. In the “real world,” outside their doors, Jacob could be intimidating. Big, strong, stern Alpha. But here, curled up in his lap, Holly felt nothing but openness from him. No judgment, no expectations, just pure, unconditional love. Which was the only reason why she felt open enough to murmur against his chest, where his plaid shirt opened to bare skin, “I’ve been looking deeper into that medallion…you know, the one Robin Hoyte was wearing?”
Holly had found out about Robin Hoyte, the hunter who’d claimed to eradicate all the bears in Etna, in the archives of the school library. Even though Jacob had finally admitted that he needed her help—and her researching skills—to find a cure for his moonlust, he still clammed up every time Holly brought it up.
“Uh huh,” he said, predictably. He wasn’t even monosyllabic—he’d gone full caveman, speaking in grunts and sounds.
She took another bite of salmon off his fork and then toyed with the white and black specks of scruff on his chin. “I think it’s some kind of…Wiccan thing or something. The six-pointed star can mean anything—there’s the obvious Judeo-Christian symbolism, but it goes further than that. Mark of the Beast, even new age religions latch onto it, but the gem in the center…stone, or glass, or—oh.”
Holly’s words came up short when she felt Jacob’s strong hand ride up her thigh and under her dress. He began stroking his fingertips over her panties, petting the damp, silky fabric. “Tell me all about it,” he encouraged, his voice dark and syrupy.
“It’s…uh…” Her voice came out in small, breathy gasps as his fingers tickled between her legs, playing her like ivory piano keys. “I tried looking for more about Hoyte, but it’s like he…he appeared out of nowhere and then—”
Holly gasped sharply. Jacob’s fingers dipped underneath her panties and pressed into the warm velvet of her pussy. She felt him inside her suddenly, one finger, then the other, crooking and pressing against that spongy place inside of her. Pleasure rocketed through her and her legs snapped closed around his wrist, desperate to keep him there—right there—and she moaned loudly.
Jacob’s other hand took her knees and coaxed them back apart. He splayed her thighs and secured them there, free hand on her leg, his ankle hooked around hers.
“And then?” Jacob said, goading her on. He had a strange way of making her feel utterly helpless and wildly powerful at the same time; trapped this tightly against him, she could feel his bulge grow more demanding against her ass. She longed to free it, feel it inside of her, but she was at his mercy now, drenched in waves of pleasure.
“And then…um…” Her thoughts scattered as he curved his fingers inside of her, pumping them in a strong, languid pace. But even a slow torture like this was enough to make her crazy. Holly was so pent up, burning up with lust, that she felt like she would reach her orgasm from even the smallest touch from him. She tried to squirm away from his practiced fingers, maybe get a second to breathe, but his touch followed, merciless and coaxing her to the edge of her sanity. “And then…I forgot what I was saying,” Holly said, breathless.
“You forgot?” She could hear the amusement in his tone, and then she felt his lips brush against the side of her neck. He drew his teeth over her scar there, which ached suddenly, and when he bit in, just a little, the mix of pleasure and pain made her cheeks blush hotly and her pussy gave a small, preorgasmic pulse around his busy fingers. “Not very teacher-like of you, huh?”
“I’ve got a very distracting pupil,” she murmured, and she hooked an arm behind her and caught a handful of his long, thick hair, gripping it tightly and keeping him to her.
“That what I am?” She felt his grin against her neck. “Teacher’s pet?” With his index and middle finger still inside of her, Holly felt his thumb begin drawing circles underneath her sensitive clit. It felt swollen and his thumb (slick with her desperation) flicked it again and again, shooting sparks of pleasure through her blood.
“No,” she whined. “You’re my king…my Alpha…”
“And you’ll do whatever I say?”
“Yes, of course,” she said fervently. Anything to get just a little more so she could break over the edge and crest around his fingers. She was throbbing, soaking, right there—
“Don’t cum,” he ordered.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. Anything but that. “Please…”