Down & Dirty (Bundle) (3 page)

His breath blew hot over her skin, but she
didn’t hesitate before answering. “Yes. Always.”

“
Too bad.” He teased at the
shell of her ear with his tongue and bit the lobe with a soft
growl. “No plans tonight.”

Making plans would involve thinking, and
Jack had stripped her of that ability already. “No plans,” Ginny
agreed breathlessly. She trembled and bared the side of her throat
to him in silent invitation.

His breath skated over her, but he didn’t
accept the invitation to mark her. Instead, the hand on her stomach
eased up until he found the curve of her breast. Strong, callused
fingers teased over sensitive skin, tracing tiny circles that moved
closer and closer to her nipple without touching it.

Frustration drew a growl
from her throat. “You’re a tease.” She needed to test herself
against his strength, to revel in it. She bent a little, curving
her back as she leaned forward and rubbed her ass against
him.
Ignore that, Jack Owens.

He moaned, a quiet noise that rumbled up
from the depths of his chest and vibrated against. His cock was
hard already, and he rocked into her movement, pressing himself
tight to her ass. “You’re a bad, bad little wolf,” he whispered,
then caught her aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger as
his teeth closed on her neck.

Ginny couldn’t hold back her whimper.
Everything about him confused her, and she struggled with her own
conflicting desires. Part of her wanted to draw out every touch for
hours, but the rest of her needed him inside her. “Fast now, Jack.”
She barely recognized the desperate tone of her own voice. “And
then slow.”

The hand in her hair
loosened and slid down her body to work at her belt while the other
continued to tease at her breast. “How long has it been, Ginny? How
long, since you had a man strong enough to take you the way you
want to be taken?” Nimble fingers worked the buckle of her belt
free and he tugged at the top button on her pants. “The way
you
need
to be
taken?” He smiled and eased her pants over her hips.

She didn’t even know. “There aren’t a lot of
men around here who could.” She dragged her shirt over her head and
turned in his arms. Her eyes locked with his as she reached for his
shirt and slipped each button free. “That’s why you want me, isn’t
it? The challenge?”

“
Is that what you think?”
He moved his hands back to his belt. “So you’re not in possession
of a mirror, then. That is a pity.”

“
I have a mirror. But you
--”
You’re beautiful.
She bit her lip and pushed his shirt to the floor before
smoothing her hands up his chest to frame his face. Her height kept
her from having to stretch too far as she kissed him. It was soft
and it was slow, and she shook with the need to drive her tongue
past his lips and taste him.

But the wolf held her back.
She needed something different, something
more
, from him. So she whispered
against his mouth, “Take me.”

He lifted one hand and clasped hers, drawing
it down to his open belt. “Undress me,” he commanded.

Ginny’s pulse quickened, and she unbuttoned
his pants. She bent as she coaxed them down, skimming her mouth
lightly over his chest and belly. His underwear followed, and her
knees hit the floor as his cock sprang free, thick and erect. She
could barely breathe as she looked up at him, waiting.

The corner of his mouth kicked up as he
reached down to thread his fingers through the loose strands of her
hair. “Wrap your lips around my cock.”

Her nipples tightened. She wet her lips
carefully and closed one hand around his shaft. Her tongue just
barely touched the blunt head, tracing delicately. A moan escaped
as she obeyed and drew him into her mouth.

His head fell back, baring the strong line
of his throat as he let out a low, rumbling growl of approval. For
several heartbeats he did nothing else, letting her work her tongue
over him in silence.

When he finally spoke, his words were low
and hoarse. “Spread your knees apart, but don’t stop.”

Ginny moved her knees apart and kept sucking
his cock, though she dropped her free hand between her thighs to
stroke her pussy. She imagined Jack’s fingers or tongue instead,
and a thrill of pleasure wrung a shudder from her, along with
another moan that vibrated around his shaft.

His fingers tightened in her hair and he
laughed low in his throat. “Did I say you could touch
yourself?”

“
Mmm.” She released his
cock but coiled her tongue slowly around the head before answering.
“If you were doing it, I wouldn’t have to.”

“
A valid point.” His hand
guided her lips back to his cock. “Touch yourself. One finger only,
and go nice and slow. If you do anything else, I’ll turn you over
my knee.”

The temptation was too great. She sucked him
between her lips again, then pushed two fingers inside her pussy
and whimpered.

His laughter filled the room as he pulled
back, snatched her up and tossed her onto the bed. Her stomach hit
the quilt, but a moment later Jack dragged her body over his
muscular legs until she lay sprawled across his lap with her ass in
the air.

He traced his hand slowly over her hip and
down, dipping between her legs. His fingers slipped between her wet
folds and he growled in approval. “Someone likes the idea of being
spanked.”

The intimacy of his touch sparked through
her like an electric shock, and Ginny jerked and cried out. “I like
the idea of you fucking me. If you ever get around to it.”

Jack slid his hand away from her body and
slapped her ass.

She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out
again. “Jack.”

His fingers slid between her legs again,
rubbing teasing circles over her clit. “Oh, yes. You want this,
don’t you?”

Ginny bucked into his touch
and gritted her teeth. What did
he
want? “Stop it.”

“
Is that what you want?” He
pulled his hand away and smoothed it over her lower back. “I’ll
stop touching you, if you don’t want it.”

That was the
last
thing she wanted.
Trouble was, she couldn’t quite figure out what was bothering her.
She twisted on his lap until her eyes met his. “I don’t like it
when people play games with me.”

His eyes glinted in the light from the
lantern, a glimmer of gold proving that the wolf hovered close to
the surface. “Sex is play, Ginny. It’s the most enjoyable game
there is.” His hand rubbed in slow circles, inching higher until
his fingers curled in her hair again. “You want me to throw you on
your knees and ride you so hard you can’t remember your name. I’ll
do it if you come for me first.”

Control.
Realization hit her along with a fresh wave of
arousal. She wanted him to have control of her… but not of himself.
She wanted him to need her. “All right.” Ginny wiggled, rubbing her
bare skin over his. “Make me come.”

The world tumbled end over end as he rose
and dropped her to the bed. She landed on her back, and his hands
hit the bed a moment later on either side of her head. For an
endless moment he hovered there, broad chest inches above hers as
he stared down at her. There was nothing controlled about the look
in his eyes or the way he panted for breath, and his body shook
with barely leashed power.

And that was what she needed. Ginny
shuddered and lifted her arms to thread her fingers through his
hair. “Please, Jack.”

He crushed his mouth to hers, sweeping past
her lips to kiss her hard and deep. He growled against her mouth as
his tongue clashed with hers, demanding surrender and
submission.

She gave it to him with every breath, every
heartbeat. His kiss left her weak but exultant, insensate to
anything but him. The world had collapsed, drawn so close that
nothing existed but their mating.

And it
was
mating. Ginny had tried to deny
it, had lied even to herself, but the primal need that drove her to
arch under him could be nothing less. It burned in her, a wildfire
that swept away everything, and she didn’t care.

He slipped away from her, pausing to nip at
her jaw before he blazed a trail of hot, wet kisses down her neck
and across her collarbone. He worked his way lower, sliding down
until he’d wedged his torso between her knees. One hand curled
around her hip and tugged her ass to the edge of the bed as he
lifted his head and stared up at her. “Are you ready to see what a
safe, reasonable man can do with his tongue and a little bit of
imagination?”

Ginny laughed, lightheaded. “Don’t kid
yourself, Jack Owens. You’re the furthest thing from ‘safe’ I’ve
ever seen.” She tucked an arm behind her head and raised one foot
to stroke his side. “But tell me more about this imagination of
yours.”

Strong hands curled around her thighs and
coaxed them apart before he settled his broad shoulders between her
legs. His smile grew almost dangerous as he teased at her clit with
the tip of one finger. “Put your fingers here. Let me see how you
touch yourself.”

“
Like this.” Her hand
bumped his, and the dual touch of their fingers on her clit made
her hiss in a breath. “Slow and easy.” She showed him the rhythm
she preferred and choked back a moan when fire streaked through
her.

He groaned and thrust two fingers into her.
“Change of plans, sweetheart. That’s pretty much the sexiest thing
I’ve ever seen, so you keep it up.”

“
Whatever you say.” Ginny
slid her free hand down to her breast and watched Jack while she
pinched and tugged her nipple. The combination of sensations almost
drove her off the bed, and she bucked against his hand with a harsh
curse.

Jack growled this time, and he turned his
head to bite the inside of her thigh. “Tell me you’re close,” he
whispered as his fingers twisted inside her. “I’m not feeling as
reasonable as I was a few minutes ago…”

The promise inherent in the words sent her
spiraling. “I am, I’m close --” The words melted into a sharp cry
as the pleasure wound up tight. She tensed and panted his name,
over and over, and then everything exploded in a hot rush that
forced a frantic scream from her throat.

“
That’s it…” He coaxed her
through release with clever fingers and hoarse murmurs of
encouragement. She’d barely settled when he lunged onto the bed and
over her, strong hands urging her onto her stomach. “Tell me,
Ginny.”

“
I need you.” She braced
her elbows on the bed and clenched her fingers around the quilt.
Her body moved without thought, arching into the solid wall of his
chest, seeking the heat of his body. “I need you so much,
Jack.”

He responded by biting her shoulder and
thrusting into her in one long, powerful stroke. Another orgasm
took her, and she tossed her head back against his shoulder with a
whimpering cry.

Perfect.
Everything she thought was wrong seemed so
right
with Jack inside
her, with his mark on her shoulder. He braced his arms on either
side of her body, leaving her surrounded by lean muscle and hot
skin. There was nothing slow or tentative about the pace he set,
just hard, powerful advances that filled her again and
again.

Ginny pushed into each thrust with a moan,
yearning for something beyond her reach. Beyond pleasure. She
echoed his words with a tight, breathless plea. “Tell me.”

The word rolled out of him
on a dizzying burst of power, the power that made him the strongest
werewolf in the town, maybe even in the territory.
“
Mine
.”

Yes.
As much as Ginny wanted to remain free, the wolf inside her
had grown tired of being alone. Jack’s claim touched a part of her
unconcerned with independence and tumbled her past the boundaries
of sanity.

Mine.

When she screamed this time
he echoed her, his growling moan tearing through the room as he
thrust into her one last time. His hips drove hers into the bed,
and she writhed under him, lost. Her hands found his curled into
the quilt, and she slid her fingers over his. She’d give him
anything -- her body, her soul,
anything
.

He moved to one side and collapsed, dragging
her back until she was tucked tight against his chest. His panting
breaths blew against her neck as he rubbed his hand over her hip.
“You’re beautiful.”

“
So are you.” Ginny twined
her fingers with his and laughed. “I never answered your
question.”

“
I asked a question?” He
nudged her hair away from the back of her neck and she felt the
teasing brush of his lips. “I don’t recall.”

“
About Hazel.” She shivered
and turned her face toward Jack. “She’s in love with Ollie Russell.
Has been forever. That’s why she’s waiting.”

Jack lifted his head and
gave her a look of utter disbelief. “Hazel is in love with
Oliver?
Hazel
?”

Ginny smiled. “Which part do you find
unbelievable -- the Hazel part or the Ollie part?”

He snorted and dropped his head back to her
shoulder. “Hazel is the most shameless flirt this town is ever
likely to see. Sort of hard to believe she’s in love.”

“
Misdirection, Jack,” she
reminded him. “Besides, everyone knows Ollie’s a loner. She can’t
just ask him.”

“
Well, that does complicate
the situation a little. He hasn’t been interested in a new mate
since his wife died, so I don’t see as waiting will do her any
good.”