He could smell her sex scent getting stronger as he marked her with his teeth, and he knew she was getting wetter. The knowledge made his cock throb stickily against her thigh, but the Beast wasn’t satisfied. His hunger crested like a fever and soon he had her covered—her tits, her stomach, and her thighs in little red love bites. By time he had finally reined in his animal enough to stop biting into her, the room was thick with the smell of her sex and Holly was sweating, gasping.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his animal rearing up inside of him.
“I’m yours,” she whimpered and he could swear he saw her hips lift up at that, pleadingly. Submissive.
Jacob was on her in an instant. His Beast was riding hot in his blood and he grabbed her hips, shoving inside of her. Holly gasped loudly and moaned—such a sweet sound—as she arched her hips to take him in deeper. Jacob pounded his cock into her, hard, as his animal crested inside of him, making him wild. He could practically hear it roaring inside of him as he fucked her like he meant to split her apart.
Holly took it. She whimpered through it but she was already wet—so wet—and her body took the pleasure with the pain. Jacob felt as though he were losing himself, his animal dancing around inside of him, banging down the door, and for a second he worried that his claws might break through and pierce her skin. But the Beast in him was too far gone to worry. Jacob’s hand reached out and grabbed the bedpost for leverage—
And his fingers connected with hers. And then he realized it was Holly, sweet Holly, underneath him. The pregnant mother of his child. His Holly. He couldn’t let his Beast have his way with her. He reined it in again, slowing the pace of his hips, and settled for slower, full thrusts, instead of spearing her on his cock. His eyes connected with hers—those soft, gentle eyes, shimmering in the dark—and she responded well to his generous pace, her fingers twining around his.
“I love you,” he growled through each labored breath.
“I love you too,” she whispered and then her body went tense underneath him, every limb outstretched and taut. Her eyes never left his as she came, throbbing around him, each whimper corresponding to a pulse around his cock. He spilled over inside of her soon after, coaxed over by the warm hug of her body. They rode out the aftershocks together and he relaxed his body on hers. He caught the side of her face in his hand to hold her close. Only then did he feel the wetness on her cheek, a small trail of tears.
“Do I hurt you?” he asked, suddenly panicked as he streaked her tears under his thumb.
“No,” she murmured shakily, then revised with, “Not in a bad way.”
Jacob shifted, but Holly’s fingers tangled in his hair. “Stay inside me,” she begged, as though afraid of what the night would think of her after she’d spent the last hour yelling into it.
He nodded, “I’m not going anywhere.” He did feel nice here, comfortable, like he was meant to be part of her.
“Do you feel better?” she asked, her eyes scanning his.
“My Beast isn’t roaring quite so loudly,” he told her.
“I’ll take that.” She drew her fingers through his hair, petting it back, and he could feel his heart beat slowing to a normal pace. “Do you think you can go back to sleep?”
“I’ll try,” he said dubiously. Jacob passed out three minutes later, tangled up in her limbs, still buried deep inside Holly.
Chapter 62
By time Cayden got home, his mother was already poking through Thai food takeout. She looked small, suddenly, sequestered to the end of a very long dining room table.
“I ordered beef curry,” she said as he sat down at the table beside her. “There’s some left over if you’d like it.”
“I have some questions,” Cayden said. “About the talisman.”
His mother’s eyes locked on him sharply. “What about it?”
“Where’s the hunter now? Robin Hoyte or whatever.”
“Dead.” She flashed a toothy smile. “Tends to happen to hunters that try to feed the animals.”
“How long?”
She flicked her hand. “I don’t know. Twenty years.”
Cayden did the math in his head. “Twenty years and nine months?”
She swiveled her body around and looked at him. Eyes sharp as daggers. “What are you insinuating, my dear?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t you forget which the stronger species is.” She slipped her hand over the back of his neck and her nails tugged lightly at the short hair there. “Humans are weak. Those bears are outdated. Once we have this town to ourselves…we’ll do a little interior remodeling. Turn this town on its head. You’ll start with the fresh meat you marked at that school of yours and we’ll work our way up the chain from there.”