Solstice Heat (5 page)

She was going to regret this in the morning. Hell, she was going to regret it the moment her body stopped beating her mind into submission.

“Tell me this is going to go away. I won’t feel like this anymore after we have sex.” At this very second she wanted to hear the words, regardless of if they were true.

“I’m not going to lie to you. It takes hours to satisfy the mating urge under normal circumstances. But you were bit by an Alpha. It will take a lot longer. And fighting it until it builds to an almost uncontrollable level will only prolong things.”

Gio raised her hand and patted his face. “Your bedside manner sucks.”

When he lowered his face a bit toward her, she couldn’t help but tilt her head. She wanted to kiss him. Needed it. One kiss. Just one kiss. Maybe it would help. Like a little bit of alcohol the morning after helped to cure a hangover. Right?

“Wait until you see my manners inside the bed,” he whispered.

His lips descended on hers, and there was no turning back. He stopped moving the chair and wrapped his other hand around her. She should have pushed him back, but she didn’t. When he traced her lips with his tongue, she opened her lips. He surged inside and curled his tongue around hers. He tasted hot and spicy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Really close. Damn, he smelled good.

“Jason, I thought I saw Dane driving away—”

Jason broke the kiss and groaned. “Never should have given him a key.”

Gio licked her lips and listened to her thundering heart. She should have been the one to end it. But her body was still zinging from that kiss. One kiss. More like the match that sent her into an inferno. What the fuck had she been thinking? Kissing him had only made things worse.

“Sorry.” Donovan stared at them. He held three large paper grocery bags in what looked like an uncomfortable stranglehold, but he didn’t move to set them down.

Well, she was sitting on Jason’s lap, and just a second ago she had been so wrapped around him that anyone might have thought she was trying to crawl into him. Well, at least she could fix one of those. Gio pushed at Jason’s arm to dislodge his hold, but he didn’t budge.

“Yeah. Dane stopped by. He said I caused a pack shift.” Jason moved one arm down to control the chair but kept the other wrapped around her waist.

“Bet that pissed him off,” Donovan said as he walked into the kitchen.

Jason wheeled after him. Gio didn’t look at either man. Her first priority was getting up. Her second was figuring out what the fuck she was going to do. Locking herself back in the bathroom just seemed childish.

“Stop moving. I do not want to fight Donovan for you,” Jason said in a huffy voice as he tightened his hold.

“Why would Donovan fight for me? He doesn’t even like me.” She faced Donovan. The man looked at her, then cocked his head to the side.

“It’s not a matter of like. It’s a matter of want. And once my wolf smells you in heat, he’ll fight to take over. If he does, either Jason or I will die.” Donovan turned to the pantry and started stacking food. “I thought I would have enough time to put the food away, but that was before I opened the door.”

“Was it that strong?” Jason asked as his forehead creased into little lines. He readjusted Gio over his legs. “Do you think Dane smelled it?”

A fresh wave of desire swept through her. She stopped trying to get away from him and went still. Maybe if she didn’t move, her body wouldn’t start… An intense cramp pulled the walls of her pussy together once. Then again and again. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

“I would be more surprised if he didn’t. I’ll call deputies Kane and Abel to watch him.” Donovan put the last of the groceries away and balled his fists. “I need to go. Call me when you come up for air.” He stalked across the room and was out the door in a flash.

“Come up for air?” She wanted to be pissed, but the small movement to speak those four words took every ounce of concentration she had. Her body was on a tight wire. If she moved too fast or too far, she felt like she’d lose control.

“The longer you deny the wolf inside you the satisfaction she needs, the longer it will take her to be satiated. The first heat usually lasts three to four days. But denying your wolf makes her stronger, and it may take double or triple the time—”

“Triple?” She couldn’t imagine dealing with this for a week or more.

“So do we start fighting again, or do we pick up where we left off?” He shifted, bringing the hardness of his erection against her hip. Her convulsions set off, and she closed her eyes as her body shook with the spasms. When they stopped, she lifted her eyes to his. There was only one answer.

She bent and pressed her lips to his. The moment she touched him, it was as if they’d never stopped. His taste flooded her mouth, and she moaned at the way her body tightened and released with each breath.

He broke the kiss and pulled in an audible breath. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the bedroom before I taste you.”

When she looked down at him, she saw his eyes. One blue, one gray. Then she felt it—longing she couldn’t describe. Just as much as he wanted to taste her, she had the uncontrollable need to taste him.

He didn’t wait for her to agree. Instead he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, and set her on the counter. She held on to his arms until she found her balance. She still had on her jeans. They itched and irritated her skin. She wanted to shuck them but didn’t know if he was going to let her down long enough.

“Take off your pants.” His voice was gruff with an underlying command that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Let me down—”

“No. Do it right there.” He ran a finger just under the edge of her pants near the middle of her stomach. That tiny caress was her undoing. She unzipped her pants and pulled them down as far as they could go. Then she tilted her hips off the counter and pushed the material off her hips and down the top of her thighs. When she shifted backwards, she gasped at the cold stone pressed against her ass. He pulled the jeans down her legs and threw them on the floor, then grabbed her feet. At the first touch, she wanted to laugh and twist out of his grasp. But he wasn’t looking to tickle her. He spread her legs.

He traced twin paths up her thighs, stopping on her pink cotton boy shorts. If she had known someone was going to be seeing her like this, she would have worn something super sexy.

“You won’t need these.” He grabbed the thin pink fabric and ripped one side open, then the other. He pulled it from beneath her. He made a movement to throw her ruined panties over his shoulder, then stopped. She watched him pull the fabric to his nose and inhale—a chest-moving, deep breath. Her breath hitched. When people in the movies or on TV did that, she always thought it was disgusting. But knowing Jason was so turned on by her that he wanted to bask in her scent was definitely stimulating, not that she needed more. But she knew she would never forget that little possessive gesture.

He massaged the juncture between her legs and pussy. The skin was so sensitive that each touch made her jump, then moan in pleasure as the tiny circles he was making warred with the twitching of her sex. He bent his head and kissed the very top of her mound.

He dipped his tongue down her slit. The soft heat of his mouth as he teased her nether lips open made her shiver with anticipation. He licked up and down her slit, and stopped at her clit each time to tease the tiny, stiff bud.

She clamped down on her bottom lip. The urge to purr roared through her. No, she didn’t want to purr. She wanted to open her mouth and scream, shout, roar with the pleasure of it.

He pressed his tongue inside her, and she flew apart. The orgasm ripped through her. She clenched on his tongue. Riding his mouth until the blood rushing through her reset to a whisper of what it had been.

“Oh God,” she uttered.

He lifted his head. “You want more?”

She wanted to tell him she wanted it all, but she couldn’t make her mouth form the words. The cool air on her wet flesh should have tamped down her ardor. But she was hot and getting hotter. “It’s starting again.” A surge of painful cramps started in her stomach just as one ripped through her sex.

Her body was too tired to go through another cycle of this pain and pleasure. She pried her eyes open and saw him lifting up on one arm and pushing his shorts and underwear down one side, then the other.

“Come here.” He held his arms out to her. She looked at his naked legs and swaying cock.

“What about condoms?” She wasn’t stupid and had no intention of getting pregnant. She didn’t care how much pain she was in.

“Condoms wouldn’t do you any good. You need me inside you in order to stop the heat for a while.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up then settled her down on top of him. “Don’t fight me. One of your eyes is already blue. Your wolf is close to taking over.”

She put her hands on his shoulders as he positioned her legs over the sides of the chair. The tip of his cock was positioned to surge right into her. If she just let go, gravity would press her down on him. In this chair, in this position, she would be in control. She could do this. She had to do this. She was going to do this.

On her next breath, she lowered herself slowly. The tip of his penis glided through her wet flesh, and she caught her breath as it stretched her open. As she pulled up, she felt him slide out of her. His penis danced along the rim of her opening then slipped right back inside as she lowered himself onto him again. This time, more than just the head slid in.

“You feel so good,” he muttered.

She went to lift up again, but then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on him. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and dug her nails into his shoulders. She sucked in a breath then clenched her pussy muscles down hard, then loosened for less than a second before she squeezed again. He pulled her close and moaned into her neck, then painted a circle on her with his tongue. He held her tight and continued to push her down until she felt the hairs around the base of his cock rubbing against her smooth skin.

“Now. Ride me.” He lifted his hands and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and ripped it open. The polo had been brand-new. Now it was only good enough to be a rag.

“Hey, I liked that shirt.”

“I’ll buy you another one.” He grabbed her breasts and massaged the outer rims, moving toward the center until he reached her nipples. When his fingers flittered over that puckered flesh, he pinched her tiny little peaks and rolled them back and forth between his fingers.

“Harder.”

She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows.

“Ride.” He pinched one nipple. “Me.” He tightened on the second one. “Harder.”

Gio sucked in a breath as the pain in her nipples collided with the pleasure of being filled by him. She lifted herself off his cock, then slammed down on him so hard she heard the slap of her flesh on his. She continued to use her weight to pound against his flesh.

“Harder.” He slapped her ass on the left side as she rode him. When she lifted, he slapped the other side. She clasped down on him as heat infused her ass. She was getting close to coming again.
Hell
. She had to make him come—doing that was a matter of pride. She ground her teeth and pushed back the feeling of being overwhelmed by pleasure.

When she lifted off him again, she clenched as hard as she could. He sucked in a breath through his teeth. Music to her ears. But keeping her body tight on him when she slipped back down the length of him was like a double shot of pleasure. He pulled in another breath, then wrapped his hands around her hips. He held her in place while he thrust his hips up and down, pumping into her.

She stayed tight until he slammed into her and broke through her resolve and kicked her straight into an orgasm. The air left her lungs in a
whoosh
, and her body froze as pleasure seized every cell. Her toes curled as a frenzied fit of pleasure attacked her control. His arms clamped around her, and he opened his mouth. The sound that came out was more wolf than human.

Then she felt it. His essence flowed into her, making the fire deep inside cool. It didn’t go out, but it did back off enough that she could think straight.

She felt normal. A sudden thought hit her. Was it like a vaccine? Have sex, and you were instantly cured? She wasn’t that optimistic. “How long will it last?” she asked, trying not to sound as out of breath as she felt.