Five Weeks (Seven Series #3)(69)

Jericho let go of my hand and approached a vendor. He returned with two packages and ripped them open with his teeth. “Here. She said there weren’t very many in this color.”
He slipped a pink glow necklace around my neck and twisted two around my wrists as bracelets.
“This way I can spot you easily in the crowd if we get separated.”
“Does this normally go on in Austin?”
“Nope. First time. Hopefully nobody gets killed and we can do it again.”
A new band came on, and as the rhythmic beat thumped, Jericho tugged my hand and led me to the edge of the woods.
The pink glow from my stick illuminated his face, and he closed in on me with a carnal look in his hypnotic eyes.
Slow.
Steady.
Watching my lips.
I couldn’t breathe. I licked my lips nervously as the energy pulsed between us.
He curved his right hand around the back of my neck and grazed his callused fingers across my nape. I shivered, and a rush of desire moved through me like strong alcohol.
Jericho closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath through his nose. He licked his lips and leaned in close, whispering against my ear.
“You’re going into heat soon, aren’t you?”
I nodded and his fingers curled in, sending a thrill through my body.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be here,” he breathed.
The music swelled, and laser lights beamed through the crowd, briefly passing over us.
Jericho moved closer, and I placed my hands on his bare chest. My fingers explored his firm abs and dared to move lower until they slipped inside his jeans. He sucked in his stomach and hissed through his teeth.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked.
His mouth moved away and paused on my cheek. “My brothers can’t tell—not even Austin, and he’s an alpha. Otherwise they would have mentioned it. He must not have a strong nose like he claims.”
“Then how is it you know?”
“You have that look. I’ve seen that look. I remember that look.” His left hand traveled to my hip and tightened.
In the past whenever I’d gone into heat, Jericho would leave me locked in his motel room. He protected me from everyone, including himself. He also slept outside the door to keep me from leaving. Only once had I begged him to let me take a man into my bed for relief, but he didn’t budge. It was common knowledge among Shifters that sex would lessen the length of time a woman was in heat versus taking matters into her own hands. Most of the time it lasted for three days, but once it went on for almost two weeks. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, like hunger pangs. Except a different kind of hunger.
I wasn’t feeling it now. All I felt was Jericho’s mouth against my cheek, sliding closer to my lips.
When he reached my mouth, he hesitated. A soft glow illuminated our bodies from the pink necklace, and as I stared intensely into his eyes, the flame of arousal lit between us.#p#分页标题#e#
The harder and deeper I stared into Jericho’s soulful eyes, the more I wanted him to take me. I imagined him unbuckling his pants and pulling down my shorts, pinning me against that tree. My breathing became erratic, and my eyes hooded as I allowed the fantasy to overcome me.
Jericho lightly bit my bottom lip and pulled back—a claiming gesture. He let go and stroked the back of my neck with experienced fingers.
“Turn around, Isabelle.”
I didn’t want to break eye contact; I didn’t want to lose the sexual energy that was becoming a dull ache.
When he stepped back, I turned around and held my hands against the bark of the tree.
Without hesitation, Jericho swept my hair off my shoulder and put his mouth on the nape of my neck. I cried out at the rapturous feel of his tongue, the soft and hard sucking he alternated between, and the scrape of his teeth. He blew a warm breath on my sensitive skin and suddenly cupped his hand between my legs.
When I moaned, he covered my mouth with his left hand.
“Shhh, baby. Not so loud.”
His fingers began moving and working me over until all I wanted was Jericho.
He drew his hand up and slipped it inside my shorts. I was so close, and having my back to him felt so right—it was the way among Shifter wolves.
His fingers sank into my panties, and he slipped one inside me.
“So wet,” he whispered in a shaky breath.
My cheeks flushed with heat—I couldn’t take it anymore. Pleasure intensified with every stroke, lick, and kiss against my neck. When he growled, low and provocative, I reached around and unzipped his pants.
“Isabelle,” he said in a silken voice. “Don’t.”
“Yes,” I whispered against his hand, which had loosened from my mouth.
It became a race. The more I tried to unlatch his button in the struggle to free him, the more his fingers worked inside me. I felt a tightening sensation and finally his button popped free.