What This Wolf Wants(33)

Zan chuckled, the sound strained. “A vibrator can’t give you this. It has no heat, no emotion. It can’t savor every inch of your body like you deserve.”

Maybe not, Jackie thought, her brows narrowed in frustration. But it doesn’t make smug comments. “Shut up, Zan.”

The bastard had the nerve to chuckle again. “What? You don’t want to hear how much I want you to come in my mouth?”

Her body clenched into one tight spring. “No.”

“Little liar.” He slid a finger inside her, her pussy rejoicing at the intimate touch. “You’re so hot and wet, Jackie.” His finger moved slow, thrusting in and out. He added a second finger, stretching tender muscles as he pushed deep.

Her hands were now braced hard against the wall, needing the support as her knees began to weaken. She squeezed her eyes shut as she pumped her hips against his thick fingers. Sweat trickled down her back and gathered between her breasts. A climax was brewing, burning in her belly. But she just couldn’t reach it.

“Look at me,” Zan voiced the harsh demand. “See me.”

When she finally managed to lift her heavy eyelids he took her clit into his mouth. His gaze never left her as he suckled and thrust, suckled and thrust. Jackie nearly cried out with frustrated need when he added a third finger to the erotic invasion and bit gently on her clit.

With a shocked gasp, Jackie went deaf, dumb and blind. The orgasm hit hard, turning her body into a perfect bow. Zan continue to pump his fingers into her sex, drawing out her release until she started to fall.

Grasping her by the hips, Zan pressed his forehead to her belly. “See how much pleasure I can give you?” With the blood still roaring in her ears, her body jerking with aftershocks, Jackie couldn’t form a thought, much less a verbal retort. All she could do was melt in quivering pleasure.

Suddenly she found herself pressed against the wall, her legs over Zan’s arms, the tip of his erection nudging her entrance. “Again.” He muttered, his lips on hers. “I want to see it again.”

Though she was still floating, some part of her brain engaged. “Condom?”

He rubbed his cock through her wetness. “On.”

Taking him at his word, Jackie simply didn’t have the energy to say more than, “ ‘k.”

Zan rocked, slipping in her pussy an inch at a time, each thrust gliding over delicate tissue super sensitized from her orgasm. Then with a sudden jerk of his hips, as if he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he buried his cock deep inside her. A groan left his throat at the same time searing heat began to build anew in Jackie. His arms were under her knees, spreading her wide, leaving her open and vulnerable, allowing him to stroke deep, deeper still. His rhythm quickened, his breath hot against her ear.

He took her mouth again, hard and possessive, while his hips bucked against hers. Tiny shocks of pleasure radiated from where they joined. Her inner muscles squeezed in an intimate caress and she felt him tremble all around her.

“Fuck, yeah. Do that again, angel.” He nibbled at her lips, kissing his way across her check and down her neck before claiming her mouth again.

She did it again and again, holding him tight inside as he dove in deep, faster and harder with every plunge of his thick shaft, rasping over delicate tissue until electricity crackled over her skin, throwing her into sensory overload.

Just when it all became too much, she screamed, and came apart in his arms. Lights exploded behind her eyes as pleasure ignited every nerve into exquisite release. Jackie could feel Zan everywhere, surrounding her with such warmth that she didn’t know where she ended and he began. His heat, his scent. His breath at her neck. Then...

His teeth.

Fangs pierced her skin and she screamed again, in slight pain and in shock as another orgasm raged through her. Mindless, she arched into him, hands locked on his head. With a brutal snarl, Zan came in a forceful wave, pumping into her over and over, wringing out every drop of pleasure that could be had.

Finally he collapsed, taking her down to the floor with him where they lay in a sprawling heap. He licked the small wound he’d made on her neck, murmuring low and lovingly against her throat. Clarity slowly came to the forefront of Jackie’s mind and with it the realization that not only had Zan given her three orgasms, he’d also bitten her.

Claimed her.

Her independent nature seethed while some ancient female part of her wanted to wallow in his possessiveness. Locking her brain onto the former, though lacking the energy to untangle herself from his arms, she opened her mouth to verbally berate his presumptive action when she heard Zan’s determined whisper. “I’m never going to let you go.”