She’d screamed it again as she lay in bed, desperately trying to deny him while she squirmed against the lace material of her panties, her nipples rasping against the tight cotton tank top.
Still, he was stunned. She was so gorgeous. So hot.
Her chest heaved as she stood there. Her nipples poked forward, their dents in the tank calling to him.
He had a difficult time getting his legs to move as he stepped into her apartment, her space, her haven—the only thing she had that was all hers before this moment when he entered it with the intention of debasing every surface inside as quickly as possible.
Impervious to the blast of cold air he brought inside with him, she stared at his face. And bit her lip in that way that drove him insane.
“You shouldn’t open your door to any random knock without looking through the peephole, baby,” he admonished. He pushed the door closed behind him with a soft snick and turned the deadbolt without looking.
She ignored his ribbing and stepped back as he stalked forward. He tugged his jacket off and dropped it on the floor. The scent of her arousal filled the entire apartment. He took a deep breath and had to strain to keep himself from howling. Later he would need to shift and run free. He could howl all he wanted in wolf form and work out any pent-up energy then.
Not now. Now was for fucking.
Hard. Fast. Rough.
Later there would be time for slow and gentle.
Brianna’s hands went to her throat. Her skin was blotchy with lust, giant pinkened areas that he wanted to lick until she moaned. He hadn’t had her since this morning.
Brianna’s glazed eyes lowered to his cock. He knew the moment her gaze landed on the object of her desire.
She stiffened and squeezed her legs together. Why did women do that? Were they unaware the action would only make things worse, rubbing their pussy lips together and adding friction to their clits?
It must be instinctual, but it certainly wasn’t logical.
Brianna backed into a wall, bonking her head in the process. She didn’t seem to notice. Her gaze never left the spot where Jaxon had managed to zip his jeans, though the button still hung open.
When she licked her lips, he moaned and closed the distance between them in one long stride, pressing his body against hers. He straddled her head with his hands against the wall and took her mouth possessively.
Angling his head, he deepened the kiss in an instant, swallowing her moan of relief and tasting every delicious crevice of her mouth. Her minty toothpaste dominated her personal flavor right now, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, he liked the taste.
Jaxon aligned his body with hers and increased the friction between them, his cock nestling against her stomach. He pushed one thigh between her legs and nudged them open, spreading them as far as he could.
Brianna gripped his shirt with both hands and held on to him as though otherwise he might slip out of her grip and get away.
She broke the kiss, tipping her head to one side to take deep breaths. “I need you, Jaxon. Now. Please don’t fuck with me. Just do it. I’m not in the mood for foreplay.”
“Well.” He nibbled across her neck to whisper in her ear, “Since you’ve already come wickedly at your own hand in the shower, I guess you’re probably still primed for my cock.”
Brianna stiffened as he knew she would. In a way he’d invaded her privacy. But, in reality, she’d shouted it to him herself. She just didn’t realize it. And in truth, Jaxon didn’t feel right keeping the secret of her lack of blocking skills to himself. It seemed like a lie to him.
He felt obliged to tell her he’d been there. Too bad he hadn’t actually been able to watch in person, but close enough.
“I suck,” Brianna finally muttered. She relaxed marginally but didn’t release his shirt.
“Oh, baby, I hope so, but it has nothing to do with your new status as my mate. That will take time. It’s difficult even for a wolf shifter to learn to keep some thoughts to themselves. You’re human, Bri. It’ll take a while.
“Plus, it’s nearly impossible for new mates caught up in the frenzy. With your mind foggy with lust, it’s tough to concentrate on anything else, especially keeping your mate out of your head.”
Brianna slackened a bit more. “I suppose you know everything.”
“Mostly, yes. And the next time you masturbate in the shower, I want a front row seat. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and I wasn’t even physically here.”
He tipped his head back and stared into her eyes. She smiled. “I’ll consider it.”
“Oh, I didn’t ask you to consider it. I’m actually demanding such an audience. Don’t even think of touching your pussy with those itchy fingers in the shower again.” He nibbled her lower lip. “I’ll know,” he continued. “I might just spank that sexy pink ass of yours for insubordination if you do.”
Unsure what sort of response his words might elicit, Jaxon was more than pleased when his little mate tensed. Her pulse increased where he now licked a path down her neck. He could smell her arousal amp up a notch. Oh, she was so perfect. He’d mentioned spanking her before. Her reaction was no different this time.
“Spread your legs farther, baby.” Jaxon pushed against first one and then the other with his thigh. Through her dainty lace panties, her moisture seeped into his jeans.
With one hand, Jaxon grasped the corner of sexy white lace and yanked.
Brianna gasped.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” he mumbled. “Can’t wait. Need you. Now.”
When Brianna lowered her hands to reach for his zipper, Jaxon bucked away from her touch. If she so much as grazed a finger over his cock right now he would come before he entered her. And he badly needed the warm tightness of her pussy surrounding his dick.
In an instant, he grabbed both her hands, wrapped her wrists in one of his palms and reached to hold them over her head.
With his free hand, he jerked the zipper down on his jeans. His cock sprang forth, the release a welcome feeling. In record speed, he shimmied his jeans down enough to fully free his erection. The offending denim fell to the floor. His feet were trapped with his boots still on and his jeans now around his ankles, but he didn’t need that part of his body.
Jaxon let his gaze wander up Brianna’s body until he stared into her eyes. He wished they didn’t each have a shirt on, but he couldn’t take the time to do anything about that minor impediment.
In one graceful swoop, Jaxon released the grip on his mate’s wrists, grasped her firmly around the middle, lifted her several inches off the ground and then settled her on his cock until she was completely impaled.
Brianna screamed in shock, loud enough to wake the neighbors. She wrapped her legs around him, hugging him against her.
Holding that position for a moment, Jaxon hoped to rein in his arousal enough to enjoy the sensation at least for a few thrusts. “Baby, you might want to lower your voice. The neighbors are going to call the cops.” His words were husky to his ear. Anything to get his mind off his cock for a few seconds.
Brianna squeezed her lips together and nodded.
Jaxon lifted her frame off his length as leisurely as he could stand and then settled her back down on him.
She moaned. Her head rolled against the wall. Her pupils disappeared up into her head.
Gritting his teeth, Jaxon finally let go. He thrust into his mate with abandon several times. He wasn’t going to last. “Come for me, Bri, baby.”
Brianna bucked her hips toward him.
“That’s it, baby. Rub your clit against me. Use the base of my cock to make yourself come.”
Brianna arched her back and ground herself against him. He watched her face, not lifting her off his cock again. Wanting her to come before he did. One more thrust and he would be done for.
“Bri, look at me,” he demanded.
The slits in her glazed eyes widened and she tipped her head down to meet his gaze.
“Come. Now.”
His mate clamped down on his cock with her pussy as she let her lips fall open and screamed, “Jaxon.”
Jaxon lifted one hand to clamp it over her mouth. Her eyes widened. She had no idea how loud she was
