A Love Worth Biting For (4 page)

“He’s a hybrid.”

“Yup.” I sat myself down on the chair next to where Jake dozed. Watching his chest rise and fall was better than porn. His shirt was in tatters, and I wanted to rip the remnants off his body.

“You know what will happen to you if you do what you are obviously wanting to do to that boy.”

“Not really sure what the Council would do with our internal organs. Do you think they would burn them or feed them to some stock animals to add insult to our deaths?” My sarcasm escalates with my stress level. Both were running heavy right now.

The man who long ago had come to be like a second father to me leaned against the fireplace. I could tell he was wary to let Jake leave his sight. His stance might have looked relaxed to a human, but I knew his wolf was rumbling below the surface.

“I’m glad you have a sense of humor about this, because you’ll need it when you’re running for your life.”

“I do what I can.”

A grunt from the couch set both of us in motion. Why I moved toward him, while the man I called to help protect me backed up, I couldn’t tell you. Note to self. Ask Doc for medical advice. Not protection.

“What hit me?”

“You ran into a pillar while gazing at my amazing rack.” He closed his eyes and put his hand over what had to be one hell of a headache. “Well, you were in a wolfy rage and trying to mate with me at any rate.”

“The pain should keep the wolf at bay for a bit, but I’m not sure how fast his particular hybrid mix will heal him, so if we want a rational conversation we need to have it fast.” Doc didn’t look like the almighty protector I had called for. Doc was a man ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. I was glad he had come for moral support, but I was wishing he had a bit more fight in him at the moment.

“What is our best course of action here, Doc? How can we get him under his own control the fastest?”

My traitorous hand began stroking Jake’s side, but I held my neck ramrod straight. It took effort not to lean in and cuddle with the big guy sprawled on the couch. Yummy mating pheromones were pouring off him.

“That’s not our big problem here. Jake…does she know what you are?”

“Um…he’s a vamp-wolf hybrid. Duh.” I looked down at Jake, and he was giving Doc the creepy still vampire glare.

“How do you know of me?” Good thing we all had superior hearing, because that deadly low tone might not have tripped average eardrums. I backed up a little at those words.

“I am the Pack’s source of healing and safe-keeping. I make it my business to know all that goes on around us. I’ve studied your Family, for obvious reasons. So yeah, I know who Jake Meyers is to the Meyers Family.” He was a bowstring taut with tension.

I looked back and forth between them. They were so busy giving each other the grumpy-dude glare that nobody seemed to feel the need to fill me in. So I did what any were-critter would do. I stood between them and stomped my foot and let loose a frustrated growl.

“Is anybody going to share with the female? Or do I get to play guess the other bad crud that I obviously don’t know about yet?”

“He’s his Family’s Protector.”

“Of course he is. Wanna clue me in on what that means?”

“Do you pay attention to anything that is discussed at Council?”

“They have cookies there! I have my priorities.”

Doc took a deep breath and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, but didn’t keep his attention off Jake long. “He’s healing. I can see the ripples under his skin of the wolf trying to claim. I don’t have time for a lesson on vamp politics. You either need to mate or one of you needs to kill the other. The call is too strong. I can barely breathe over the stink of the pheromones in this room. And the longer we stand here waiting, the more he is healing and the stronger the scent is getting. So Amber…what’s your choice?”

“Do I get no choice here?” Jake huffed at Doc.

“You’re obviously not healed enough yet if you think you have a choice in this, or you would realize that if you did kill her, I would just be waiting outside to slice you open from neck to pecker.”

Jake bent his head as another wave of wolf rippled under his skin. He would change within the hour.

“He’s going to shift. There’s no way he’s stopping it. He won’t attack me when he’s out of control, will he?” I was terrified of what was going on, but my nipples were hard and aching more with every word from my mate’s mouth.

Doc was on his way out the door as he called back. “You’ll be fine. You’re his mate. Just try and keep him corralled away from everybody else. Even if he keeps enough control to stop himself from hurting his Family, if they find him like this and see him protecting you. Well, the shit will hit the fan. And—oh, crap—there he goes.” Doc was now hiding behind the edge of the wooden door. If I hadn’t been talking to him, there was a good chance he would be half a mile away by now. “You’re his mate. Claim him or kill him. Quickly. If I try and control him now, he will see me as a threat to his claim on you. I can’t help you here. It’s up to you, Amber. Choose.”

The screen slapped against the cabin. I went and shut the heavy wood door behind it, throwing the deadbolt. Jake would do some hellacious damage to the inside of our safe house if he shifted here, but I was more worried about the damage he would do to Doc or anybody who happened by.

“Well. What’s your choice?”

“What?” I turned. And Jake was taking off his clothes.

He was down to his boxers. My tongue lolled from my mouth. I hoped I didn’t drool. I swallowed the rush of saliva flooding around my canines. The desire to taste him—to take him—stole my breath. He was mine. I was his.

My wolf beat against my skin, but for the first time, she wasn’t pushing for a change. She was giving me my body. The mating had to be in human form to bind us.

Blood. He would bite me, while we—
oh wow
.

“I will take you. And you will let me, because you want me to. I will make your body sing with pleasure and fill you with my cock. I will bite you. I will claim you.” He shrugged, like we were talking about what was on the menu. He licked his lips. Guess I was on the menu. “It’s happening, but I figured you could make that choice first if it makes you feel any better.”

Alpha.
The word danced across my brain, and even though I was not the type to roll over belly-up to any man, I felt his pull. This mating thing sucked.

“This is not exactly the smartest thing to do. For either of us. I still have no idea what a
Protector
is, but I bet your Family won’t be pleased with you bringing home a member of the local Pack any more than my father will be pleased with me starting some sort of inter-species war.”

He moved closer. His cock strained against his boxers, and I caught a hint of skin and hair where the fabric stretched at the button closure. I was drunk on his scent, but I wasn’t going to roll over and beg. Well, not yet anyway.

“You locked yourself in here with me. You either plan to kill me or surrender to this connection between us. Do you think you can take me down? Or do you want me to
take
you?” He hooked his thumbs in his boxers and the faint noise of them falling to the floor sang like a choir of angels to my libido.

He was gorgeous. His cock was throbbing and slapped his stomach. Blood thickened his cock further as I watched. I could smell him. The scent hit me with each step he took. Every movement stirred the air, sending waves of pheromones washing over me. My own lust bloomed in my lower belly. I couldn’t drag my eyes from that veined monster.

A drop of precome leaked from the tip. The dew was my undoing. A hungry mewl escaped my throat as my knees hit the floor. This was the first time I could remember kneeling before a man and wanting it more than I wanted anything else. It wasn’t just pleasure I sought. I wasn’t just getting him ready to please me. I wanted to please him, too.

Our bodies were both so tight with the tension we had been fighting. We needed this release, but it wasn’t the end result that was on my mind as I gripped his cock with my hand. The heat flowed between us, and when my eyes hit his, the impact had us both trembling. I swallowed him.

He was mine. His cock was mine, and that precome was a tasty treat just for me. The salty tang washed over my mouth, and I was salivating for more. He was heavy against my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks and pulled back just enough to make eye contact again. The stoic man that had watched me from across the road was gone. The man who told me to “turn it off” had vanished.

This man watched me, and I felt the pulse of him against my cheeks. He struggled to maintain control of his hands. His right balled into a fist that opened and closed with each stroke I gave. The veins on his forearm popped in tension. The left hand began to pet me, and fingers ran through my hair. My tongue flicked the head, and both of his hands fisted against my scalp. He pulled tight. The tingle of pain shot to my pussy, and I felt the desire engulf my soul.

“If you are going to kill me, this is the way I want to die.” Jake’s legs adjusted into a wider stance. I gripped his legs, and his hands in my hair steadied me. The ridge of his cockhead was candy-sweet in my mouth. I licked under and around it. He hardened further. The only reason I backed off a bit was to take a breath. For a moment I wished I had his lungs and didn’t have to breathe.

He grabbed my head and pushed me back on him. “More. Suck me. Swallow me.”

My mouth ticked up at the sides. My mate liked his cock sucked. He wanted me to swallow, huh? His voice went from gravel to groan as I dug my nails into his thighs and pulled him to the back of my throat. I let my throat relax and swallowed around him.

His smooth controlled words left, and the animal I had forced out of him took over. “You’re mine.”

He began to fuck my mouth. His words floated over me, and I lost myself in the rhythm. I don’t know if it was the man, the vampire or the wolf, but I like to think each was screaming out their claim over me. “Mine, mine, mine.”

He panted the words as he thrust with increasing force. I forced my breath through my nose, and tried to keep up with my tongue. I licked the underside of his cock and felt his rhythm change, as I walked my hand up his leg and toward his heavy sac. The soft skin tightened in my hand, and I pulled it toward me. My hands claimed what he was giving me. A jagged growl and his wolf gave me what I wanted. His come filled my mouth.

Swallowing him just left me thirsty for more. This mating thing was no joke. I didn’t want to let him go and kept licking him clean until he pulled me forcibly from his cock. The softness I had rolled around in my mouth was already giving way to another hard-on that I was damn ready to take advantage of.

Right now, wasn’t fast enough to get him inside me. Considering I was still clothed and undressing would take far too long, I wanted him back in my mouth, but he yanked me up to standing.

His eyes were golden with his impending change. He was operating on instinct. His wolf was close, but it was holding back just as mine was. We had only enough control to lose ourselves in each other.

Jake’s hands moved to my neck. With my head held still, his thumbs forced my jaw up to meet him, and his lips lowered to mine. His tongue pushed inside my lips. Mine jabbed back. His mouth was warm and sweet, and I wanted to fill him up as much as I wanted him to fill me.

My blood
. I wanted him to drink from me. Wolves were no strangers to biting, but it was a hold of submission that should turn my crank. It wouldn’t be enough with Jake. I needed more than a standard mating. The thought of him drinking from my vein should have repulsed me. It didn’t. Instead, the thought of him licking his lips with a part of me no one else had ever tasted had my blood boiling to the surface with lust. My skin was hot, and I needed him to take everything from me.

My hands tore at his. His skin was solid. He was stronger than a human. His skin was tougher than mine. It was tougher than wolf, tougher than human. I would have ripped anyone else to shreds, but his vampire side held tougher stock. I felt the last of my control erode as I realized I couldn’t hurt him. My wolf rallied inside me, and I pawed at him, like the animal he made me.

Instead of grabbing my other body parts that were screaming for his attention, he grabbed hold of the neckline of my borrowed shirt. The cool air puckered my skin as he ripped the fabric from my body. Ripped. Right down the middle.
Rawr.

My pants followed, before he threw me onto the sofa. When a vampire throws you, there is no delicate flop. The couch dug grooves in the wooden floors as it rocketed against the cabin wall. Plaster dusted my body as the frame of the house shook. I didn’t dare brush myself off. I couldn’t breathe.

Jake stalked toward me. This was it.
My mate
.

He was flawless. It was still bright outside, and as a breeze moved the trees, bits of light dappled his body, highlighting different areas. His chest bunched with each step. His thighs flexed. The deep V of his hips that led my eyes right back to his cock showed me he was hard as a rock again already. Twitching as he moved, he still shined from my mouth. I licked my lips remembering his taste, and that was it. He pounced.

His hands weren’t gentle. I found myself turned and pressed against the back of the couch. I was facing away from him, but his fingers flexing on my hips kept me aware of his every move. My knees were on the middle cushion. My nails scraped at the old wallpaper, trying to gain some control. Jake’s hands held firm as he kicked my knees farther apart.

He didn’t take me then. I could feel the cool air against my poor unattended-to wet pussy. I wiggled my hips waiting for a wonderful frisking.

Instead of his hands, it was his tongue that finally stilled my frantic movements. He took a long lick from one end of my aching core to the other. My hips rose up to keep his tongue on me for just a little longer.

“You taste so good.” While he talked, his hands discovered every wet inch of me. He pulled back my fleshy hood and began a horribly gentle tap.

How the man could go so slowly was beyond me. I wanted him to slam me. Fuck me. Do anything.