Jealous Freakn’

stretch.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Mitchell asked once again, unable to completely curtail his concern that Francine would over tax herself. Ever since he found out she’d gotten shot, he’d lived in a state of anxiety. Knowing how close he came to losing her made him realize so many things, like how he didn’t want to go a day without seeing her anymore. Actually, in an abrupt one-eighty, he didn’t know if he could go a single day without having her smiling or teasing him. And he knew his body would probably explode if he didn’t get to sink into her soon.

Knowing she got shot because of him…God, the guilt. He now understood Alejandro’s need to make things right. The same feeling made him want to hunt Jenny down and make her pay for her actions, girl or not. But at the same time, he couldn’t leave Francine alone without protection. He’d have to bide his time until Alejandro returned. However, before the cat did, he needed to do something first. Something long overdue.

Their recent time together made him realize so many things; first and foremost, he loved her. Loved the feisty girl he’d known as a child, and loved even more the fiery woman she’d become. No longer did thoughts of her as a sister plague him, because honestly, seeing Naomi alongside her as they organized the clean up just showcased the differences. Buried deep inside, he discovered the real reason he ran all those years and it wasn’t because he had brotherly thoughts. It was because he didn’t and he feared what that meant.

Turns out I am a big, yellow-bellied coward. Because of his unwillingness to accept the truth, he forced her to turn to other men, men she slept with, who touched that curvy body, a body that could have belonged to him alone had he owned the courage to admit his feelings. Fuck, that pissed him off. And explained even more things like why he got so mad at her prom when he caught her and that kid in his car, the windows fogged up. He saw the flush in her cheeks, smelled the virgin blood, and he lost his mind. He almost killed her boyfriend that night, not truly understanding his rage, attributing it to the fact she was like family. Of course, he never hurt Naomi’s first as bad. Nor had he gone after Naomi’s other boyfriends like he had with Francine’s when he came across them. Even then, despite not understanding why, he’d been jealous and freakn’.

The past couldn’t rearrange itself, even with hindsight, but he could affect the future, claim it and her, forging new and beautiful memories. It just sucked that his refusal to see what he had under his nose now meant he had to share and with a cat of all things. It made him wonder if he’d accepted her years ago, whether Alejandro would have ever stood a chance. Or was she always destined for two, the mating fever not truly affecting me until Alejandro came into her life. It would certainly explain a lot, such as how he’d managed to fight claiming her for so long.

A fight that stopped tonight.

Staring down at her petite frame, the pair of them alone finally for the first time-except for the curious eyes he was sure spied from the house-anticipation made his mouth dry-and his cock hard. At Francine’s behest, they were going to shift into their beasts and go for a run. What she didn’t know, but probably suspected, was somewhere in those woods, probably in that sweet clearing with the soft grass, he would make love to her, and claim not just her body, but her heart and soul. Maybe if he made her come enough times, she’d start forgiving him for acting like such an ass all those years.

Despite his pleasurable plans, though, he worried that she’d not yet recovered enough. Hence his repeated statement of, “Maybe we should wait until you’re stronger.”

“Stop molly coddling me. I’m not some delicate freakn’ flower, not like someone I know.” She yelled the last bit, and Mitchell was sure he heard his sister, one of the hiding audience, snort. “For the last time, I’ll be fine. Besides, the full moon is out and my wolf is demanding I let her out. It will help me regain the last of my strength.”

Just over three days of rest and his wound just showed as a puckered scar, but Francine was a girl, and smaller to boot. The urge to coddle her remained. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

With a snort of disgust, she yanked at the hem of her shirt, tugging it up past creamy white flesh. He averted his gaze out of habit and heard her laughter. “Too late for cold feet, Mitchell. Either you join me, or I take you right here and now. Think Naomi will give us pointers?”

“You’re bossy.”

“So I’ve been told. Just so you know, I like to tell you what to do in the bedroom too.”

For some reason, the idea of his little Red giving him orders, like “Lick me,” “Fuck me,” or just plain, “Give me your cock to suck” excited him and made him rock freakn’ hard. “You won’t be able to say much if I’ve got my dick stuffed in your mouth,” he retorted, the dirty words he’d thought slipping out by accident. Or not.

A delighted, husky chuckle erupted from her, and standing there in only a bra, her overly plump breasts spilling out of the cups, the rounded softness of her belly just peeking over her the waistband of her pants, he realized he’d never been so happy or aroused in his life.

Wait, when she pulled at the clasp of her bra, and let her glorious breasts jiggle free, her nipples hardening into points, okay, now he was the happiest and most aroused ever. He actually might have a drooled a bit. His tongue, he managed to keep in his mouth-for now-instead of panting. Another thing he found himself thankful for? She had her back to the house so Chris and his other brothers weren’t seeing her glorious perfection. He’d hate to have to rip their eyes from their skulls. Mama would probably freak if he did.

“Are you going to just stand there and stare, because I’ll have you know, I’m really looking forward to watching you strip. I want to see if you’re as big as they say.”

God but she goaded him at every turn. Teased him into wanting her even as he tried to take it slow and respect her. It seemed she didn’t want that, though. And, truthfully, with his cock aching, her breasts teasing, and the wild scent of her arousal rising, he wondered if he could find the will to wait until they reached the clearing. Screw the eyes in the windows. He wanted her right here and now. Remember the audience.

“You know my family is watching.”

“Oh please. Like they haven’t seen you naked.”

Naked, yes. Naked with a ten foot aching pole stretching from his groin, no. “Since you’re so eager to get buff, then why don’t you go first?” Too late, he realized the challenge he’d thrown her. She, of course, didn’t even hesitate.

Showing no modesty whatsoever, her hands went right to the waistband of her pants and she shimmied them down over her rounded hips to display a skimpy pair of bikini panties that just covered her thatch. Moisture pooled in his mouth as he imagined burying his face in the fiery curls that surely matched the mop on her head.

“Wanna see the back? It’s a thong,” she taunted.

A thong? That meant… shit. Even with her back to the house, she was giving his brothers an eyeful. Mine, ours, his wolf agreed. Just as jealous as his beast, Mitchell swept her into his arms and carried her into the dark seclusion of the forest behind his parents’ house.

“What are you doing?”

“My brothers don’t need to see what’s mine.”

She laughed, a beautiful, carefree sound. “You do know your brothers have seen my bare ass before, right? Heck, just last summer, when I went cottaging with Naomi and Chris, we went skinny dipping in the lake.”

Mental note to self: kill his little brother. Later. Right now, he needed to get some of his chafing clothes off.

Putting her down first, he stepped back and almost chuckled himself when her laughter abruptly cut off and all because he stripped his shirt off. She’d seen his chest before. Heck, they’d spent the last few days in bed together with him pretty much half naked. But now, with anticipation and arousal peppering the air, she regarded him with something akin to awe-and hunger. Beautiful, arousing hunger, for me.

Soft fingers stroked down his chest, circling around his pecs. “Nice,” she murmured. Her digits kept moving until they hit his waistband, her deft fingers unsnapping his pants and pushing them down before he could form a coherent thought.

His erection tented his briefs, and she cupped him, squeezing his girth while he could only tremble, looking for a way to remain a little aloof. He struggled to find even an iota of his usual control, enough that he wouldn’t throw her to the ground and ravish her.

“I thought you wanted to run,” he gasped as she kneaded him through the stretched fabric.

“I do.” She released him and stepped back, her head tilting back to give him a naughty smile. “I just wanted to make sure you had incentive to chase.” With a flick of her hand and a wiggle of her hips, her panties slid down. Before he had time to fully admire the view, she let her animal take over, her body contorting and reshaping until a small wolf with a silky coat of russet stood in front of him. With a yip, she bounded off, and Mitchell quickly stripped