“No, I don’t, damn you.” She bucked her hips against his hand, his fingers still far too slow in their rhythm. “Now make me come!”
“So demanding.” But he was still laughing at her.
She was seriously going to make him pay for this.
It had been a week since she had announced her run for office—a week of tireless days of campaigning and pleasure-filled nights in Jared’s bed, exploring every position, every tease, all the sex she never had in the years she was denying who, and what, she was. It was all one hazy dream, one climax after another, one triumph on the campaign trail following the next. Her life couldn’t be more perfect, except… Jared had yet to claim her like he had promised. She didn’t know what he was waiting for. With that, or with the slow torture between her legs.
She tried to wriggle away from his torments and turn the game back on him, but he held her fast. And truthfully, his massive, sexy body pinning her to the bed? His muscles rippling against her in his slow, rhythmic, seductive tease? His hot breath on her neck, panting his arousal, as if his massive cock probing her side weren’t enough of a clue?
There was nowhere she’d rather be.
She turned her head to nuzzle into his ear. “If you don’t hurry up, my love, I’m going to die from need.”
He nipped at her neck. “If one could die from need, I would die every moment you’re not right here underneath me.”
And when he said things like that… her heart thrummed with more than just the breathy pleasure he was giving her. It filled to capacity with more love than she ever thought possible. Especially for her, the hidden shifter girl and Senator’s daughter. Only now she was neither of those. She was out and proud and doing good things in the world with Jared by her side.
Or on top of her, as the case may be.
She threaded her fingers into his hair again, caressing his cheek with hers, matching his slow rhythm. “I want you, Jared River.”
A low groan rumbled through his chest. His fingers thrust a little faster, his thumb striking lightning bolts of pleasure through her most sensitive parts. She slid one knee up along his arm, opening herself to him and touching him everywhere she could reach.
“I need you,” she panted into his ear. “Every day. Forever.”
His groan became a growl, and he slid his body down hers in a rush, diving back between her legs with his tongue. She let loose an animal sound that came straight from her wolf, but her claws stayed in, even though he was suddenly pumping her at a furious rate while lapping at her sex. She raced toward her climax, every muscle, inside and out, quivering toward the release.
Then she came so hard, she bucked up from the bed and curled over his head in her lap. He held her firm, working her through it, wrenching every last convulsion of pleasure out of her as her body squeezed down on his fingers. When the peak had washed over her, it left her completely limp.
She fell back on the bed, making it bounce. “You aren’t a man,” she said, still gasping. “Or a wolf. You’re some kind of angel of pleasure. Or demon. I can’t decide which.”
He came up grinning. “I guess we’ll have to keep experimenting… until you figure it out.”
He slid up to kiss her full on the mouth, sharing the taste of her while pulling her body tight against him. Then his hand slid around from her back to cup her breast. He seemed to love playing with them, and she couldn’t say no to anything that brought him pleasure. Not that she wanted to. His cock was pressing deliciously against her, reminding her that she wanted that next. Whether in her mouth or taking her in any number of positions, she didn’t care.
But that wasn’t exactly true. She did care. And maybe now was the time to ask.
When he broke from her mouth to focus on sliding slow kisses along her jaw, she forced herself to speak and not just lose herself in the sensation. “Jared.”
He kept nibbling. “Ready to go again, my love? Because it’s still early.”
It was past midnight, but she wasn’t complaining. “Jared, I need to know…” But then words failed her.
He froze mid-kiss then pulled away to look her in the eyes. “Need to know what?”
She searched his dark, concerned eyes. If there was something holding him back, something coming between them, she needed to know what it was. “Why haven’t you claimed me?” she asked in a whisper.
He pulled back a little, the sexy glow on his face tempering. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Grace,” he said carefully. “I hope that’s not what you’re thinking.”
Actually, yeah, it was. She just shrugged.