Jace (River Pack Wolves 2)(36)

Jace finally broke the kiss, just for a moment, but her hands were already on his shoulders, pulling him back. He growled and pulled her head farther to the side, devouring her neck in a serious of hot, wet kisses that practically made her come with their intensity. He feasted on her, working his way up to her ear, then hoarsely whispered, “Piper, I need to be inside you.”

Her answer was to let her hand fall to the mountain of cock pressing between them and giving him one hard stroke. She wanted all of him. Inside her. Now.

He groaned a feral, wolfish growl that raised every hair on her body—with excitement and lust—and her wolf was already in the submission position, ready to give everything to him.

She gasped with that realization. No! Not submission. No, she couldn’t… but as Jace’s mouth greedily devoured hers again, and his hand shoved down her pants to find the sopping wet core between her legs, she knew he wasn’t asking that. He wanted to fill her with his cock and his love… not his magic. Not the bite that would forever bind her to him.

He wanted her love and her body… and those she could give him. In fact, she had never wanted to give them to a man so badly in her life.

She tried to shove down his jeans but got nowhere. Jace pulled back enough to unbutton and work loose his pants, springing his cock free. It was even larger than she had seen tenting out his sleep pants before, and her mouth watered. She wanted to suck him, make him come in her mouth, have him in a dozen different ways. She wanted to pray at the altar of that gorgeous piece of man flesh and the amazing man who owned it, but before she could get her hands on it, he was grabbing her blouse and ripping it apart. Buttons flew, and he practically tore her bra from her body. She was bare up top now, and his hooded eyes said he wanted to spend time there, but she couldn’t wait. She tugged at her own pants, but her hands were still a shaking mess. He shoved them aside and dropped to one knee, plastering hot, wet kisses on her belly as he undid her pants and slid them down her hips. As soon as her sex was exposed, his tongue found it. She gasped with the sudden electric spark of pleasure as he darted in, sweeping across her nub. She grabbed his head, pulling him closer.

“Oh, God, Jace. Fuck.” She was panting and barely able to form coherent words.

His hands were still working her panties off her body as his tongue worked her soaking wet core. “Oh, yes, my love. We’re going to do that. But first, I’m going to enjoy myself a little.” As soon as her panties were free, he thrust two fingers inside her, pumping her as his tongue flicked across her nub.

“Jace!” She clutched at him, but she was racing to orgasm, and it caught her like a wave that swept her off her feet, throbbing and pulsing all over her body. “Oh God. Oh God.” She kept saying it over and over, with every thrust of his fingers and every convulsion of pleasure. She’d barely crested the top when he pulled out and stood, his hands on her hips, holding her steady—which was good because her knees were so weak they could barely hold her up against the door.

The grin on Jace’s face was all wolf. “Tell me you want me,” he commanded.

“I want you.” Oh God, how she wanted him inside her.

He gripped her hips, hoisting her up and pressing her against the wall. His enormous cock nudged against her entrance. She could barely catch her breath, and the anticipation was killing her… but he only teased her with it, not giving her what she desperately wanted.

His breathing was just as ragged as hers. He leaned in to whisper, “Tell me you’re not going to run away.”

“I’m not running away.” Wasn’t that obvious? Although she probably would have said anything at that point, just to have him take her, hard, up against the door.

He thrust inside her, and she gasped—he had to be the largest man she’d ever had. He stretched and filled her in a way that made her whimper and grab hold of him. But he remained still, sheathed inside her, unmoving.

“Goddamit, Jace, what do I have to say?” she begged.

She could feel the heat of his smirk on her, but she didn’t care—all she wanted was for him to move. To make love to her. To own her body against the door like it belonged to him.

He moved ever-so-slightly, and it coursed pleasure through her, but then he stopped again. “Tell me you’re going to stay and let me love you,” he whispered, and this time it was soft, less demanding, more questioning.

Her heart cracked wide open. She sobbed, then the words spilled out. “I’ll stay.”

“And let me love you.” His words were a tremor that shattered her again.

“Please love me.” The words came out as sobs, but then he moved inside her, thrusting hard, and her sobs turned into shrieks of pleasure. He pumped into her, furiously, groaning his own pleasure, taking her hard, building on the shockwaves already coursing through her body, taking her higher. She’d never experienced anything like this—this emotional wrenching, this surge of pleasure and love, all wrapped into one writhing mess of bodies slick with heat. She clung to him, riding him like the hurricane he was, sweeping into her life and changing everything… changing her… breaking her down, turning her inside out, and putting her back together again.