ChasingCassie (3 page)

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t pretend to be innocent. Own up, Jay. I know. Laney
told me.”

“Laney told you what?” He frowned in obvious confusion. She
faltered a little at that look but she wasn’t going to stop now.

“You know exactly what she told me. How everyone knew I was
attracted to you. How you could smell my arousal, sense it.”

He grasped her shoulders as she tried to move away, easily
controlling her as she struggled to free herself. Grabbing her flailing arms,
he tugged them above her head, clasping them tightly in one of his while he
pressed his body against hers, effectively trapping her.

“I knew you were attracted to me, yes.” He ran a finger down
her cheek, making her skin tingle. “You don’t think women have been attracted
to me before? I had no problem resisting them. Cassie, I am not some pup who
runs around fucking anyone that wants him. You’re the first human woman I’ve
been attracted to in years. Don’t turn me away.”

“Everyone knew. I’m so embarrassed. Did they talk about it?
Laugh at me?”

“Shh,” he kissed her gently, “arousal is not something to
ever be embarrassed about. And no one was laughing about you or talking about
you. If they had been, I would’ve kicked their ass.” She felt a foolish little
thrill at those words. She could almost believe he cared about her. But then
they were just words, she shouldn’t let herself believe them.

He began kissing down her neck. Her head rolled to the side,
allowing him greater access. She wiggled a hand free of his hold and tugged at
his t-shirt, wanting to see him, touch him.

Releasing her other wrist, he helped her pull it up over his
head. Her breath caught in her throat as she ran her hands over his hard chest.
Hot, firm…yum.

“I tried to fool myself into thinking that my feelings for
Dusty were real. She’s a pal, a friend, nothing more. I want you. God, Cassie,
when you ran, I had to chase you. It was an urge I couldn’t deny.”

He rolled his body against hers, pressing his hard cock
against her mound. “Just like this is an urge I simply cannot resist.” Bending
down, he kissed her, his wicked tongue eliciting reactions, feelings she hadn’t
known she was capable of. Fire arced through her veins, seared her skin, swept
over her pussy.

“What about…ohh…” Her protest died as he cupped her breast
with his hand, his fingers lightly playing with her nipple. There were other
reasons she should object. She should deny him. She would have—if she’d really
wanted to.

Her legs gave way beneath her as she lost her way in the
pleasure. He caught her before she could fall at his feet. One hand held her
steady against the tree as he ripped off her t-shirt and bra.

“Jay!” she gasped, shocked and crazily aroused by the small
show of strength.

“Hush, Cassie, I won’t hurt you.” She gazed at him in
astonishment. She knew he wouldn’t, well, not physically anyway. She watched in
a lust-filled daze as her jeans received the same rough treatment. She realized
then that his hands had turned into partial claws, sharp enough, strong enough
to tear through skin and muscle easily. Her clothing was no match for his
strength.

Just as quickly, the claws disappeared and both hands
surrounded her waist, raising her up as he slowly perused her body. A heated
flush of embarrassment penetrated her lust and she squirmed.

“Jay, let me down,” she protested, pushing uselessly at his
hands.

“Be still,” he commanded. “What the hell were you thinking?”

She stilled, wondering at the amazement in his voice. “What
do you mean?”

“You deserve a spanking for this.” His gaze seemed caught by
the curls between her thighs. Was he upset because she had pubic hair? Had he
expected her to shave herself clean for him?

“Well, excuse me. Sorry for not being better prepared,” she
huffed, resuming her fight to get free, all too aware of how easily he held her
up. There was no strain in his arms, he wasn’t breathless, wasn’t shaking,
wasn’t sweating. Damn him, because she was sure doing enough for the both of
them.

“So you should be. It’s a crime to hide a body like this
under those baggy rags you wear. And as soon as I’m finished fucking you,
licking you—yummm—tasting you,” his gaze was still fixated on her curls, “I’ll
get around to spanking you for it.

“But for now,” he hauled her up higher, “I’m going to taste
you. Put your legs over my shoulders, babe.”

She shook her head. No way, nuh-uh, not gonna happen.

Cassie let out a small whimper as his tongue licked her
folds. She glanced down in wonder to find her legs were indeed lying over his
shoulders, her back resting against the tree as he held her up.

“Ohh,” she moaned, her hands coming to rest on his head with
the full intention of pushing him away from her lower lips, a place no one had
ever dared to taste. But somehow her hands ended up entangled in his hair, her
lifeline in the sensual storm.

“That’s right. Let me hear you cry, hear you scream, hear
you beg.”

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Could she?

He raised his hands to cup her breasts, his shoulders and
the tree at her back all that supported her now, but she knew he wouldn’t let
her fall. Thumbs and forefingers pinched her sensitive nipples as he circled
her entrance with the tip of his tongue before slipping it slightly inside her
sheath.

“Jay, please,” she begged, wriggling her hips. He leaned
back, his face ravenous, his gaze devouring.

“Do you like having my tongue inside you?” His voice was
almost unintelligible and she let out a sob as he slowly licked her cream from
his lush lips. His eyes closed, a look of rapturous ecstasy crossing his face.
Without a doubt it was the most arousing, most incredibly hot thing she had
ever seen.

“You know I do.” He must be able to see, to feel how wet she
was for him “Please, don’t stop now. If you stop, I’ll die,” she panted,
certain she was near death anyway. She couldn’t be this hot without organs
melting, blood boiling. He chuckled and blew on her clit, making her convulse
in shocked delight.

“Wait,” she demanded. He stilled, looking up at her.

“Let me down? Please.” She was astounded by the wanton he’d
revealed, taken aback at how easily she’d cried out for him.

“Why?” He sounded only mildly curious as his gaze returned
to her pussy.

“Because I’m…oh God…too heavy.”

She screeched as a hand landed on her bare bottom with a
sharp, stinging slap.

“What?” she yelled, feeling a little incensed and a lot
aroused.

“You are not too heavy, and since you can obviously talk I’m
not doing this well enough.”

Well enough?
My God, he was killing her
.
If he
got any better she would explode.

His hands left her breasts and clasped under her thighs,
raising her up farther. She was wide open, totally bare to his gaze as he
thrust his tongue inside her passage. He took complete control of her. Gentle
yet in command, indulgent but demanding.

“Jay!” Intense, sharp pricks of arousal raced over her,
ecstasy on the cusp of being pain. She was slowly being tortured by need. “Jay,
please.”

“Come for me.”

He tapped her swollen clit with his thumb. Then she was
crashing, throbbing, clenching. Her orgasm overwhelmed her as waves of
sensation slammed through her body until she shook with the overflow.

Chapter Three

Letting her drop until her slick heat rested against his
stomach, Jay watched with a voracious hunger as the woman before him writhed in
a sensual dance, trembling with the force of her orgasm. He loved nothing more
than watching a woman reach her peak, watching bliss take her over, ridding her
of everything but pleasure.

He suddenly found himself completely without patience, his
cock throbbing incessantly, demanding, raging,
needing
her to bathe his
singed nerves. Rebalancing her weight so he held her up with one hand, he used
his free hand to reach into his pocket and grab a condom. He unzipped his jeans
quickly, his shaft springing free with relief. Like an arrow sighting its
target, it immediately brushed through her wet folds, making them both moan.

“Hold on.” Ripping apart the foil packet with his teeth, he
felt like a fumbling schoolboy as he hurriedly sheathed himself in latex. Then
he was inside her, thick and deep, piercing his way through silky muscle,
seating himself fully within her tight embrace.

Her hands were on his back, nails digging into him as her
head thrashed from side to side. Gritting his teeth, he held back his own
release, determined to wait for her.

Her legs tightened their hold around him, almost as though
she was worried he would leave her.

As if.

Locking his knees, he quickened his movements, thrilling in
the way she clawed at him—bit his neck, his shoulders—as incoherent demands
passed her lips. Relentlessly he rammed into her. His balls tightened, sweat
coated both their bodies as he shook with the need to let go. He moaned as he
felt her orgasm overtake her. Nothing, nothing had ever felt as good as this.
Her climax sent him flying and his mouth took hers, their screams mingling as
their tongues met and danced in an erotic waltz.

His strength nearly deserted him as they collapsed into one
another. He slid from her hold reluctantly.

Taking a deep breath, he drew in her sweet scent and felt
the wolf’s supreme satisfaction at having this woman in their arms. He’d been
shocked by the wolf’s appearance tonight. For the last few years, Jay had kept
himself apart from his wolf as much as possible. But tonight the wolf had
definitely made his presence known.

His hold over the wolf had first slipped when he’d seen
Cassie run off. He hadn’t even thought about it—one moment he was talking to
Dusty, the woman he’d told himself he should want. The next he was running
after Cassie, the woman he shouldn’t desire.

She wiggled in his arms.

“Think you could let me down now?”

“Sorry, baby.” He let her drop, holding her elbow as she
swayed a little.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. I just want to go home.”

He frowned but, feeling her stiffen, capitulated. “Okay,
I’ll drive you.”

Jay tugged on his t-shirt, watching as a clearly dismayed
Cassie studied her clothing. He held back a grin as she slipped on her
too-large t-shirt. It was ripped down the front but she drew the ragged edges
together until they overlapped, covering her. She grabbed her torn jeans.
Needing both hands to pull them on, she let her hold on the t-shirt go and he
caught a delightful glimpse of her full breasts as she bent over.

“Leave the jeans, they’re useless. Your t-shirt is so large
it covers everything anyway.”
Unfortunately.

“It’s ripped down the middle!” She glared at him as she
finished dressing. “You wrecked my clothes.”

“I’ll buy you new ones.”
Maybe.
He’d just end up
tearing them off her. She was far too gorgeous to cover up.

She muttered under her breath as she stood, one hand holding
her t-shirt together, the other clasped around the top of her jeans.

He took hold of her elbow.

She attempted to step back but he wasn’t about to allow
that.

“Do you want me to carry you?” he asked. “I don’t want you
tripping and hurting yourself.” He didn’t question why he was so concerned over
her well-being.

She shook her head. He shortened his larger stride so she
could easily keep up.

When they reached Laney’s house, she tugged at his hold on
her. “I’ll wait for you here if you want to tell them where you’re going.”

He turned and frowned down at her. “You have nothing to be
embarrassed about.”

“Are you blind? Look what I’m wearing!”

“I think you look delightful.”

”Just take me home. Now.”

He opened the door to his car, helping her inside.

When he hopped in the driver’s side she frowned at him.
“Shouldn’t you tell Laney that you’re leaving?”

“Nah.”

He took her hand, ignoring her flinch, and held it over his
thigh. As he drove to her house, he found himself tuned in to her every
movement, every noise.

He was amazed by the depth of his hunger for her. He enjoyed
women, liked their softer side, their laughter, their gentleness, the roundness
of their bodies, the smoothness of their skin. But he’d sworn to himself he’d
never get close to another human woman, not after Lia.

He wasn’t sure when he’d first become attracted to Cassie.
She’d snuck up on him, bit by bit. She didn’t talk much about herself. But once
he’d gotten to know her better, he’d discovered what an amazing person she was.
She volunteered so much of her time to help others that he was surprised she
had energy and time left to devote to her own business.

He didn’t like seeing pain or misery on her face like he had
tonight. He longed to tuck her into his arms and devote his time to pampering
her, protecting her.

Yet at the same time he longed to ravish her, possess her,
mark her so all who saw her knew exactly who she belonged to. His feelings
toward her bordered on the savage, more animal than man.

Tonight, his attention had been drawn to her time and again.
When she’d smiled he’d felt like smiling, when she’d looked concerned he’d been
worried. He’d convinced himself that Dusty was the one for him. She was the
smarter choice. She was a werewolf, an enforcer, a packmate, she’d fit into his
life far easier than a fragile human.

But it was a curvy brunette rather than a fiery redhead who
filled his thoughts, who made his heart race. Who left him stiff and achy with
desire.

“That was your first, wasn’t it?” He made no apology for the
heavy satisfaction in his voice.

“First what?”

“First orgasm.”

She glared at him. “I wasn’t a virgin.”