Chapter Fourteen
The warm breeze seemed to rise and swirl around them, carrying with it the scent of flowers and the musky, manly smell she’d associated with Jarrod since her high school days – the days when he’d hurt and humiliated her so badly, she reminded herself.
But even as she tried to hold on to some scrap of self-preservation, her heart kicked in her chest and a sweet thrill of lust ran down her spine, making her shudder and part her lips on a soft moan.
Her nipples furled into tight buds and pressed against the lace of her bra as Jarrod gave a low, feral growl. Moonlight gleamed on the honey-gold highlights in his hair and his eyes were dark pools of pupil that glowed silver under the mellow lunar light. He looked utterly wild as he crawled slowly towards her, slinking across the grass in smooth, powerful movements that made the muscles of his back bunch and flex beneath the cotton of his shirt. Mary had a sudden sense of how purely animal he was beneath the controlled, amiable veneer most people got to see, and she shivered with a combination of fear and lust that made her feel weak.
Instinct made her scramble backwards even as her core clenched and something deep inside yearned to throw herself into his arms and surrender to his animal magnetism.It’s the moonrise pheromones,she told herself desperately.You don’t really want him – you’re under a kind of a spell.But she didn’t really believe that. She wanted him desperately. She always had.
Her gaze dropped to the plump pink curves of his lips and she found herself hypnotized; held in place by the memory of their firm, sweet pressure against her mouth and the clever flicker of his tongue against her own.
As he moved towards her, Jarrod purred as if he were some great cat and not the big bad wolf she knew him to be.
Big bad wolf. He’s bad for you, Mary. He hurt you.But all thought was swept away as Jarrod pounced and tumbled her back into the grass, his big body pressing down on top of her and stealing her breath away with his nearness and the intoxicating swirl of his scent.
His mouth came down on hers in a crushing possessive kiss that was just as hot and addictive as she remembered. He tasted like the chocolate mousse – sweet and bitter and utterly moreish. He parted her thighs, none too gently, and settled himself between them, and as he licked and nipped her lower lip, she squirmed beneath him. She was conscious of the pressure of his erection against her core – long, thick and hot – and to her embarrassment she found herself whimpering with need as her pussy clenched, hard, and wetness flooded her panties.
Jarrod drew back, bracing himself above her on strong, muscular arms, and she found herself chasing his lips with her own before falling back in the grass, panting. Her face burned with a combination of embarrassment and heady excitement and she was grateful for the twilight that cloaked them. Even in the moonlight she could see the exotic high planes of Jarrod’s cheekbones and the locks of hair that fell rakishly into his eyes, but it was difficult to concentrate on how delicious he
looked when all her other senses were singing.
Her heart thudded in a thick, insistent rhythm she could feel in her full breasts and the slick flesh between her thighs. Jarrod’s unique, intoxicating scent surrounded her, and she knew it was not just the moonrise pheromones making her toes curl but the familiar, masculine musk ofhimthat had never left her over the years, no matter how she’d tried to put him out of her mind and move on.
It was like a slap, or a dash of cold water, when Jarrod reached out and tore open her shirt, sending buttons flying and shredding the fragile fabric.
Mary gasped and crossed her arms over her body, conscious of the pale expanses of flesh so different from the figures favored by fashion-conscious socialites and the Alphas who pursued them for political alliances. Her arousal was replaced by the slow burn of self-conscious shame, and when Jarrod scowled, she tensed as though struck.
But when he took her wrists in his large, capable hands, his touch was gentle – almost tender.
He peeled her arms away from her body and looked down at her with heated, worshipful eyes.
“Never hide your beautiful body from me, Mary,” he commanded, his voice so husky with desire it was barely more than a growl. “You’re perfect. You’remine.”
He reclaimed her mouth, running his hands over the soft flesh of her belly and up to cup the generous swells of her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs, and Mary was lost.
Sensation swelled within her, dancing over her nerve endings and making her core clutch greedily, aching for the feeling of his hot, hard length thrusting inside her.
She kissed him back ravenously, moaning into his mouth as he massaged her breasts and rolled his hips, pressing his erection against her needy pussy through the fabric of her pants.
He pulled back, and she was bereft at the loss of his heat, the weight of his body pressing her down into the earth. She was aware of the scent of crushed grass beneath and around them, then all other thoughts fled her mind as Jarrod tore her clothes from her body, the fabric of her pants abrading her thighs as he pulled them down, her bra and panties ripped and discarded in the grass. As he flung away his shirt, she was left naked to the cool night air, a breeze blowing over the moist flesh of her exposed pussy and sending gooseflesh rippling over her skin.
Jarrod unbuttoned his fly and pushed his waistband down over his hips, allowing his cock to spring free from its confinement. He was huge – thick and rigid – with a pearly bead of precum glistening at the head as it caught the moonlight.
Mary thought she could smell the salty-sweet essence of his seed, and wondered if it was an effect of the moonlight pheromones or whether her senses were simply heightened by the unbearably sensual experience of being ravished by an Alpha werewolf who seemed as lust-drunk on her body as she was on his.
She caught her breath as he descended to nestle between her thighs once again, using one hand to work the slick tip of his cock against the moist petals of her pussy. Her clit throbbed and fluttered and she moaned as he pressed his head against her tight opening, thrusting gently but inexorably forward until he was barely inside her.
She moaned and arched up against him, wanting him farther inside her, but her grasped her hips, holding her firmly in place and teasing her with shallow, rapid strokes that soon had her climbing towards climax and thrashing her head against the grass.
Just as she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, he thrust inside her in one sure stroke that had her crying out wildly, almost weeping with the force of her climax as he pounded into her and her pussy clutched greedily around his pistoning length.
His fingers on her hips were bruising, his hot length stretching her as he groaned and uttered guttural curses, beads of sweat dewing his back where her fingernails dug convulsively into his skin.
Too immediately, too intensely, she was soaring towards orgasm again, tremors running down the tendons of her thighs and pressure pooling in her abdomen like liquid silver.
Above her, his face painted in lines of pleasure-pain in the silvery moonlight, Jarrod trembled and shook as his own crisis overtook him, spilling his seed into her warmth and shouting hoarsely as they reached completion together.
It took long, languorous minutes for their breathing to slow and their heartrates to return to normal. Jarrod, so wild and possessive in his lovemaking, rolled onto his back and pulled her tenderly against his chest so she wouldn’t be lying in the fragrant but damp grass. He gently stroked her hair, murmuring sweet nothings and snatches of favorite verse to her, and she found herself drifting away into sleep, safe in his arms, spent and utterly content.