couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped my throat - or the way my nipple hardened in response.
“So lovely, Alice. I want to put my mouth all over you,” Jackson whispered, moving in closer to me.
“So do it,” I goaded him.
“If you insist,” he said, and grabbed me by the ass, picking me up.
My arms automatically went around his neck, clinging to him as he lifted me and headed to the bed on the far side of the room. The movement pressed my bare breasts to his chest, and the warmth of his skin - combined with the tickle of his chest hair was just as arousing as his touch.
By the time he gently laid me down on the bed, I was squirming with need. My legs went around his jeans- clad hips, trapping him against me before he could move away. Jackson chuckled, and pressed his weight down against me, his hips resting between the cradle of my thighs, and I could feel the hard length of him there. My breath sucked in when he gave a suggestive thrust.
His mouth moved to my neck, and I moaned aloud when he bit and licked at my bare skin.
“Shhh,” he warned me. “You don’t want the others to hear us.”
Shit. Werewolf hearing was far too keen. I stretched an arm over the bed, fumbling for the clock radio there, and started smacking buttons until music began to play. Latin music wailed out through the small speakers, full of trumpets and Spanish words.
Jackson laughed against my throat. “Way to be obvious.”
I didn’t care if it was obvious. I just didn’t want him to stop. My hands went to his hair and I pushed his head lower, angling him toward my breasts. I wanted him to touch them again. “Too much talking, not enough licking,” I told him in a whisper.
“A man needs to keep his alpha female happy, doesn’t he?” Jackson murmured, and he obligingly moved his mouth to my breasts. He licked the tip of one.
I moaned again, unable to help myself. That felt incredible. Every time his lips touched my nipple, I felt it all the way down to my toes. I arched my back, pressing my breasts forward for his mouth, and he nuzzled one nipple, then moved to the other to give it equal attention. His lips moved over them, grazing, then suckling at each tip, and just when I’d whimper my appreciation, he’d change it up, nipping at my flesh or switching breasts. Soon enough, I was writhing on the bed under him, desperate with need.
“Jackson,” I breathed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Your mouth is driving me crazy.” I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to keep going forever.
“Baby,” he murmured, and leaned in to press a kiss to my breastbone. “You haven’t seen anything yet. You want me to drive you even wilder?”
Oh god, did I? Hell yes, I did. I nodded. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He chuckled and his hands went to the zipper of my jeans. “Then let’s get these off.”
That sounded like an incredible idea to me. As he undid my jeans, I began to wriggle, maneuvering them down my legs until I was in nothing but my panties, and he pulled the heavy denim off my legs. Then, he reached for my panties and tugged them off, leaving me naked and panting on the bed, staring up at him. He was still in his jeans. It didn’t seem fair, and I opened my mouth to protest.
But then he dropped to the floor beside the bed and pulled me toward him, and I went silent, my eyes going wide.
“Your smell is driving me wild, Alice,” Jackson murmured, his voice barely audible over the mariachi music. “Been driving me wild for days. Love the scent of you in my nostrils.”
He’d been smelling my constant arousal for days? I’d known it, and yet I squirmed at the thought. His big hands went to my thighs, spreading them, and I heard him inhale sharply again. He gave a sigh of pleasure, and then pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. “You just tell me if any of this makes you uncomfortable, Alice,” he murmured, and his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh.
I quivered at that touch, propping up on my elbows to watch him. Like I’d be able to complain about anything? Like I’d want to? I was practically trembling with anticipation of his mouth on my sex.
Luckily, I didn’t have to anticipate long. He made another sound of pleasure, and then I felt his fingers skim my sex, moving over the curls and parting the petals underneath. His fingers stroked over my flesh. “So nice and wet already.”
I collapsed back on the bed, my eyes closing as I lost myself to the sensation. Oh, god. If I’d thought his mouth on my breasts was heavenly, his hands on my sex were pure bliss. I parted my thighs wider for him, encouraging more, and my hands went to his hair again, the urge to push him to where I needed him the most rising inside me.
He chuckled at my response. “You want to lead for a bit, Alice?”
“Just touch me,” I bit out, my breathing raspy and shallow with anticipation.
“You want fingers or tongue?”
Oh god, I had to choose just one? I trembled at that.
“Maybe I’ll decide,” he murmured huskily. A moment later, I felt his tongue brush over the slick folds of my sex.
The shuddering moan that crept from my throat was not sexy. It was strangled with a mixture of surprise and desire, but Jackson seemed to like the sound of it. He made a noise of pleasure - like I’d make when tasting a favorite dish - and licked me long and hard.
And I made another one of those garbled moans.
“Mmm, sweet Alice,” Jackson said against my flesh. “Knew you’d taste incredible. Love that you’re all mine.” He licked me again, long and hard, and my thighs quaked in response, lifting to follow his tongue. “My sweet, sweet alpha mate.”
And then he began to tongue me vigorously, his lips brushing against my mound even as the tip of his tongue worked on my clit, pressing and then circling with varying speeds and strengths. He seemed to be judging my responses; every quiver got more of the same as a reward, and he sped up and slowed down as if testing me out. Seeing what I liked.
Hell, I liked all of it.
My hands tightened in his hair in shock when he sucked on my clit, though, and he gave a small, rough chuckle at my reaction. “Like that, did you?”
“More,” I demanded, tightening my hands in his hair. Oh god, I needed more of that.
“As my alpha commands,” he said with that smooth, seductive voice, and brushed his lips over my clit in a glorious tease before sucking on it again.
I whimpered, feeling an orgasm building and helpless to stop it. My thighs clenched helplessly, and my hips jerked in response when he brushed two fingers against my core and pushed into my slick warmth, even as his mouth continued to suck on my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with the occasional flick of his tongue.
Then, his fingers began to pump inside me.
The orgasm splintered and broke through me. “Unh,” I gasped, then was horrified at the completely unsexy noise I’d just made. Release tore through me, locking every muscle along its way, even as Jackson continued to thrust his fingers deep inside me, working me with both hand and tongue at once.
It took what seemed like forever for me to come down from that, and by the time his mouth lifted, I was wrung out with the orgasm he’d ripped from me. I panted for breath, a bit embarrassed at my hard reaction.
But Jackson simply looked pleased with himself. He nipped the inside of one knee while giving me a sexy, pleased look, and got to his feet, his hands going to his jeans. I lay back in the bed, panting, watching as he stripped his jeans off. His cock was erect and the head was gleaming with pre-cum, his own need obvious. He was beautiful as he kicked off his jeans and then came back to the bed, moving over me. His warmth and weight pressed down on me and then he moved in to kiss me, his lips licking at mine in an imitation of what he’d done to my sex, and I moaned against his mouth even as he grasped my thigh and pulled it around his hip.
I followed his lead, lifting my other leg, and was rewarded with a shallow thrust, his cock sliding against the wet curls of my sex. “That’s my Alice,” he murmured against my mouth. “All mine.”
I felt the head of his cock nudge against my opening and I sucked in, tensing a little. My hips wanted to flex against him, but I was suddenly afraid of it hurting.
Jackson pushed forward. There was a bolt of pain as my body stretched to accommodate him. I yelped, but it was smothered by his kisses. He pushed forward again, sinking deeper into me, and my nails bit into his skin. A
