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He huffed. “The fact you don’t know such things is the reason why you shouldn’t be here,” he snapped.

  Gathering her courage, she shoved him away from her.

  Startled, he let go, stepping back a couple feet.

  “Tell me you don’t want me here and I’ll go.”

  “God…that’s not…” He let out a harsh breath, placing his hands on his hips.

  Her eyes drew down to his waistband where a light patch of hair receded low into his jeans.

  “Serena…” he scolded. “Look at me.” Jason scrutinized her with his eyes. “Tell me you took some pills.”

  “I didn’t take a thing.” With that, she opened her trench coat and rested her hands on her hips, revealing the black lace bra and thong she picked up earlier.

  Dumbstruck, Jason’s eyes grew bright, traveling over her body. “Jesus Christ!” he uttered. Turning away from her, he stepped to the window in the living room, his fists clenched at his sides.

  It was the first time she noticed her surroundings. The apartment was small, with the kitchen overlooking the living room. Only one armchair faced a flat screen on the wall and two stools at the kitchen counter. It looked to her as though no one lived here.

  “I can’t do it, honey. I can’t,” he said to the windowpane. “Jesus, if I scare you, I’ll never forgive myself. You can’t do this to us. There will be no us. Do you understand?” His voice strained, he added, “I don’t know what to call what we have, but this could ruin it.”

  “That’s not true. I know this will make us stronger.” His back muscles tensed. What could she say to persuade him? This constant fight he put up was waning on her nerves. “Look at me, Jason.”

  Bowing his head, he muttered, “Close your coat.”

  “No,” she responded simply.

  Turning slowly, he stepped back closer to the window, his eyes roaming over her body, from head to heel. His mouth tight, he took a deep breath and said in a steady voice, “Please, Serena. We have a few more minutes. Let me take you home right now.”

  Bringing herself to her full height, she raised her chin, trying to hide her nerves, “Either you take me right now, or I walk home.” Hesitating, she added mindlessly, “Isn’t Nick medicated and on patrol tonight? I thought I saw him. Maybe he could take me home…”

  A threatening growl blasted her back against the wall, as a crack sliced through the room. She stared wide-eyed at the piece of white wood he’d just ripped off the wall behind him, gripping it tightly in his hand.

  Tamping down a giggle, she said, “Oh, Jason, your windowsill. I hope you can replace it. Wouldn’t want you to lose your deposit.”

  Eyes flashing yellow, he charged her, his thick long legs stretching his jeans as he pounded toward her. Within a second they were nose to nose. “I own the building,” he said. “And if you ever threaten me with another man, Serena Perez, you’ll be sorry.”

  “Why? You said we shouldn’t be together. Fine. Why not someone like Nick?”

  Jason growled in her face, and her body reacted at once. She felt the stirrings of heat, a flicker of light deep inside her…very…deep…

  “No,” he said deeply. “Anyone, but him.” A brief look of shame flashed over his face and she felt his jealousy, his envy for his pack member.

  Her mouth fell open, feeling instantly guilty for using Nick to work him up. “I feel nothing for Nick and you know it.”

  His brow tight, he said in a tense voice, “He’d be a helluva lot better for you.” Unsettled, he whispered, “And that kills me.”

  “No, he’s not. Dammit, Jason, when will you stop fighting me?” she cried, her body heating with every passing second.

  Wolf eyes moved over her face, his cheekbones more pronounced now that he was so close. “I’m not a monster. Taking you tonight would make me feel like one. Look at what happened last time. I lost control and all you were doing was standing in front of me. If you were naked in my bed, I won’t be able to hold back.”

  Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the sweet heady smell of him. The skin of his chest was so close to her mouth she could almost taste it. His scent clouding her mind, she barely heard a word he’d said.

  A familiar daze was coming over her as she gazed at his thick neck. The heat at her center began to tingle, sprouting from her core, branching out through every limb, filling her from within. She’d read a few years ago, some side effects of the moon heat were akin to taking ecstasy. Touch played a huge role, but the need for sexual gratification overruled everything else.

  Every inch of her skin, even her fingertips rivaled for stimulation, vibrating with extreme sensitivity. Without realizing it, she rubbed her belly with one hand, her thigh with the other, her eyes traveling down the sides of his neck to his shoulder, her chest panting embarrassingly. “It’s happening,” she whispered, ignoring whatever he’d said to her.

  Eyes flaring, he jerked his head back.

  “Don’t move,” she said breathlessly. Desire surged through her, enflaming her to her very core. A burning need to touch him made her eyes shift, and she thrust forward, gripping his waist roughly, digging her nails into his skin.

  Startled, he watched with arms firmly at his sides completely transfixed as her shoulders heaved, and a light sheen of perspiration doused her skin. “Serena,” he said low.

  “Jason, please,” she said, squeezing her legs together as her hands roamed over his skin…chest, abs, shoulders…He was so beautiful. Hot moisture poured out of her, and she moaned. She was on the precipice of a mind-shattering orgasm, and he wasn’t in her.

  Aching, a blazing fire lit deep inside her, her sex pulsating, begging for release. Biting down on her molars, she shrugged off her coat, letting it fall to the floor, and gripped him with trembling hands. Reaching behind him, she lifted his thigh between her legs, nestling him against her hot center. “Ah…” she cried shakily, as she rubbed against his jeans. Jason staggered forward, bracing a hand on the wall behind her.

  Gripping his thigh to her sex greedily, she stretched an arm out and held onto his neck as she leaned back, rocking his leg, hard. Her torso convulsing, she rode the thick muscles of his thigh eagerly, feeling the sparks ignite inside her. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, biting her lip as she came.

  “God almighty,” Jason whispered.

  As she spiraled down, she lowered her head and pinned him with blazing eyes. “Not. Enough,” she said, heatedly.

  Barely registering his mingled expression of astonishment, arousal, and a touch of terror, she grasped the front of his jeans, unbuttoning fluidly. “Wait, Serena…” he began, staying her hands at his fly. He flinched at the look she shot him. “The bedroom,” he said, sweetly. And lifting her off the floor, he brought her lips to his as she straddled his hips.

  Moving down the narrow hall, their lips worked urgently, tongues fusing as if they could not get enough. With her legs wound tight around him, she moved against him wildly, feeling his hard length rub up and down the thin, damp lace of her thong. She arched back, her arms reaching out to grab the doorjamb, stalling them from entering his bedroom as another wave rode through her. “Oh God, Jason.”

  This time, she heard him growl as he watched her come a second time, waiting patiently as she pumped her hips to his, riding the final aching seconds of release, loving the feel of him between her thighs, his hands supporting her backside.

  “I need you inside me,” she moaned, agonizingly.

  “Soon, my love,” he soothed, and moved them inside.

  Gently, he laid her out over a thick coverlet, making the skin at her back tingle delightfully. Standing over her, Jason gazed at her body, writhing on the bed. Even in her sex-driven mind, she would never forget the look on his face at that very moment. Jaws throbbing, head bent over his wide chest, expanding with every deep breath he took. A hand caressed her thigh as he stood before her, his other hand hesitating at the front of his waistband.

  Before she could reach down and rip her underwear off, he
moved languidly and gently moved her hand away, lightly kissing her fingertips by way of an apology. With ease, he slid her thong down her legs. Leaning his head to the side, he paused again to gaze between her legs, his hands roaming over her outer thighs, inner thighs, down her hamstrings in a slow, torturous caress.

  The fiery ache building again, she squirmed on the bed. “Jason.”

  A hint of a smirk crossed his features as he reached a hand behind her to unclasp her bra, tossing it onto the floor then went for his zipper. Avidly, she stared as he stood over her, unzipping his jeans. He watched her reaction as her eyes fell to his beautiful arousal sprung finally free.

  A frenzied rush came over her. “Now, Jason. Now!” She gripped the cover beneath her, needing his thick long member inside her as if she’d die without it. Reaching up, she seized his shoulders, not letting him take off his jeans completely. Hell, she didn’t even let him on the bed. Bending, he rested his knees at the edge, and reached between them to guide his long length to her heated flesh. With a soft kiss to her temple, he entered her, filling her to the hilt.

  “Ah,” he moaned, bracing his hands on either side of her head, he cocked his head back as his body began moving rhythmically inside her. His expression strained, eyes closed, he uttered, “You feel so good.”

  Serena gripped his wide shoulders, mesmerized by the sight of her Jason moving within her. It was too much. Her other hand slid low beneath his jeans, grabbing his ass, urging him to go faster. “Don’t stop, Jason. Oh God.” She met every thrust, lifting her hips off the bed to drive him deeper, crying out as another orgasm racked her body.

  “Come for me, Serena. That’s it,” Jason murmured, plunging faster, harder.

  The turbulent sensations plaguing her were enough to drive her mad. She could not get enough of him and worry that he would stop drove her to grip him tighter and tighter. She felt almost violent.

  Sliding her fingers through his hair, she yanked his head back, clenching her teeth together till they nearly cracked, trying to satiate the fierce need overpowering her body.

  “Fuck, Serena,” he whispered, his eyes falling back in his head. He slowed his pace, pulling in and out of her in slow, agonizing moves.

  “No,” she moaned.

  “I won’t, honey.” Moving fast again, he uttered, “Tell me when.”

  She knew he had to finish, but the thought of him stopping was unthinkable. As a werewolf, he could keep going, but he’d need to slow down again. “One more okay. Just…just once more…then you…” Damn, she was being selfish. His feet were still on the floor.

  “Anything you want, my love,” he said deeply, pumping his sex roughly into her, just the way she wanted.

  Love for this incredible man stung her heart. Kissing him fiercely, she whispered against his lips, “Come with me.”

  Pulling back, Jason stared as another orgasm came over her, just as she felt his arousal peak. Right before he filled her, he pulled out and palmed his thick length, spending himself onto her belly. Gripping the sheets, her body convulsed again, coming severely at the sight of him pleasuring himself, the moans escaping his deep throat, his clenched eyes, the feel of him against her hot skin. It was the most erotic moment of her life.

  ****

  Jason flipped the light off and stepped out of the bathroom, a cloth in hand, his jeans hanging loose around his hips. He waited for the regret to hit, but none came. The only thing on his mind was Serena. His Serena. As soon as the heat hit her, he made it his goal in life to service her. She’d needed him, still did, and he couldn’t be more happy to do anything she asked of him.

  It was as if a light bulb lit over his head the second he sensed the moon affecting her. Sure, it had terrified him a bit. He’d never seen Serena so goddamn alluring, but he’d also never witnessed a woman during the moon heat when he wasn’t himself going through it. It was fucking amazing!

  As he approached, he sensed a tad of shyness from Serena underneath the sexual tension. She reached for the towel, her face flushed. Jason’s hand paused in the air. “May I?” he asked, seductively.

  Blushing profusely, Serena nodded.

  Jason perched on the side of the bed and slowly wiped her chest gently with the towel, sliding it carefully down and around her stomach, wiping the remnants of their lovemaking from her smooth skin.

  He felt her watching his expression carefully, studying the intensity on his features. He imagined what she saw, and guessed he looked like an artist would, gazing, mesmerized by his masterpiece.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, voice heady. Folding the towel, he looked her over as the hairs rose on his neck, sensing her fierce urgency.

  “I can’t…get enough…” she stammered, twisting the cover beneath her. “I feel so stu…”

  “Don’t, little one,” he said automatically. Rising from the bed, he tossed the towel on the floor and kicked off his jeans to join her, pulling her to him. “You are so beautiful, and it is my honor to fulfill you this night.”

  A tear slipped down her cheek as she squeezed his arms, struggling with something other than her desire. Turning her face away, she closed her eyes as her thighs rubbed together. “I wanted it to be you. I cried the whole night, imagining you,” she wailed.

  Oh God.

  Anger sliced through him, and he looked away, biting down the urge to curse. Gathering his strength, he took a deep breath. Licking his lips, he said comfortingly, “Shh…it doesn’t matter, Serena. It doesn’t matter.” Refusing to let those horrid images fill his brain, he raised himself over her. “Look at me.” When she did, his throat closed. “We’re together right now. I’m here,” he murmured.

  Eyes moist, she nodded, bringing her hands to his chest. “Come inside me.”

  Jason shook his head. “Not tonight. We’ll talk about it later.”

  Nodding, she lifted her hips to him, beginning a slow rhythm. “I need you now.”

  “Anything,” he said, kissing her passionately, then pulled away. “I’m yours, Serena. Let me take care of you.”

  Sliding down her body, Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, his thick hardness grazing down her leg. He knew she needed to find release fast; it rivaled his need to taste her. Pausing at her breast, he lapped at her nipple, his swollen staff twitching at the intensity of her smooth skin in his mouth. Eyes shifting, he tested the tiny bud with the tip of his tongue, gently teasing it between his teeth. The moan she gave dizzied him. “Mmmm…you like that?” he groaned, lifting his head to watch her heated eyes glaze over.

  Wriggling underneath him, she moaned, running her hands over his shoulders. He felt like a king at that moment, gazing at the kingdom he’d just conquered.

  He bent lower, rubbing himself between her thighs and whispered in her ear, “I need to taste you.”

  Her eyes shot open, and he heard her heart leap. “What?”

  Smiling, he gave her a peck on the tip of her nose. “You’ll see.” Descending down her body, Jason kissed every inch of her stomach, nipping gently here and there, as he made his way between her legs.

  Resting on an elbow on his side, he spread her wider, staring fervently at her folds. Her sex was swollen from his ministrations, and he gazed. Loving how she looked because of him, he distended a finger to test the engorged nub, still wet and waiting for attention. The instant he did, she came. He gazed, enthralled as her body pulsed right before his eyes. As she climaxed, he stuck his forefinger in to feel her sex clench around him, hot and wet.

  “Jason!”

  Moving slowly, he brought his tongue to her flesh, clasping her jewel with his mouth, sucking as she cried out again. Thrilled every time she called out his name, he continued his probing. This time, he wanted to taste her on his tongue. “Come for me, Serena,” he hummed, deeply. Purring against her moist sex as his tongue explored every fold.

  “Yes, Jason! Yes!” she cried.

  The vibrations of his hum brought her over the edge, wet moisture filled his mouth, and he sighed. Pulling u
p on his knees, his smoldering eyes leveling hers as he came over her, bringing his lips to hers, kissing her fervidly. “Mmmmmmm…” he moaned, whispering naughtily in her ear.

  Her mouth fell open at his words as her head kicked back into the mattress, moaning loudly as shudders ran through her.

  Chuckling softly, he said, “And you say I never speak…”

  Lifting her hips to his, she gasped at the contact as he deftly filled her. “Keep talking,” she ordered.

  And he did.

  Jason whispered in her ear all night. Some words were heartwarming; others made her blush down to her very toes. When the sun came up, he bathed her gently and laid her back onto clean sheets. Gathering her in his arms, he whispered his last sentiment before sleep claimed them, “I love you, Serena. God, how I love you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Jason!”

  Loud banging at the door woke them out of a deep sleep. Jason sat up fast, his eyes immediately checking on Serena. Awake and on her stomach, her eyes grew wide as her heart rate spiked. He placed a calming hand at her back, rubbing gently.

  Christ!

  His alpha continued to pound on his door. Running a hand over his face, Jason cursed. He had to face him sooner or later, but hell, he didn’t think he’d have to deal with Serena’s brother while she still lay in his bed.

  Wincing as he got up, Adam called out from the hallway, “Open this fucking door, J, before I bust it down!”

  Jason’s head swung from side to side, searching for his clothes. As he threw on his jeans and a t-shirt, he thought of what to say. How could he explain to Adam how he couldn’t resist his sister? Violating a direct order from your alpha had repercussions. He wondered if there was any way they could keep Serena out of it.

  “What…” she began, sitting up in bed, holding the sheet to her chest, her hair adorably ruffled around her face.

  He quieted her quickly, placing a finger over his lips, then pointed to the floor, signaling for her to stay put in the room.

  Worry crossed her features, but she nodded.

  Exhaling roughly through his nostrils, he opened the door, shutting it firmly behind him and traipsed into the living room to let his alpha in.