Wicked Surrender (5 page)

A loud banging shattered her lust like an explosion. She pulled back so quickly from him she fell on her ass and skidded away, jerking up her pants and frantically looking down at her shirt where a wet spot was formed over her nipple. She looked from him, disheveled and sexy as hell on the floor--his cock tenting his cargos, his shirt rucked up to his tight stomach, his cheeks flushed with pleasure
, back to the door in a double
t
ake
.

Vera winced at the nasty
snarl on Jackson’s face.

“I’m coming,” she
hollered
. She didn’
t have time to find a new shirt
so she was sure to keep her breast hidden behind the door before she opened
it
. As she turned the door handle, she heard Jacks mutter behind her,
yeah, you would have been coming too
. Her body tightened at the sound of his gruff, sex-laced voice. Checking herself one more time, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

Dmetri scowled at her. Oh, shit. His nostrils flared and she knew he
smelled
everything in that moment--the
lust, her body’s response, Jackson’
s desire. There was no hiding it. So she licked her lips and plastered on a false smile, something she was always good at.

“May I help you, Dmetri?” His eyes held such anger, such raw emotion that she had to bite her cheek to keep from smacking him. Or of at least screaming in his face that
he
was the one that broke up with
her.
Well, all you got was one shot, buddy.

“I just came to bring you this. Your favorite, if I recall.” Vera saw the bottle of wine in his hand wrapped with a red ribbon tied into a bow
around the neck of it
. It was her favorite wine.

“Yes, um, thank you.” She took the bottle and was about to close the door when he spoke.

He sniffed the air again and tilted his head to the side. “Are you...breeding?” Her jaw clenched so hard and fast it was wonder she didn’t snap a damn muscle.

“No, I’m not breeding.” He pulled back and scowled.

“So then you’re willing...with the human?” Her mouth opened and closed. She wasn’t sure what the hell was
going on with her and the human
,
but there was nothing wrong with him.

Leaning forward, she let her eyes drop to a flirty mask. “Oh yeah, he makes me feel...” She bit her lip, fluttered her hand over her neck and down her stomach, and then stopped with her hand a scant inch above her still aching pussy. “Wild and delicious.”

He took a step back and scowled. She whispered a goodbye
and shut the door.

# # #

When she spun around the silly smile on her face faltered to a stop. Jacks was standing much closer than she realized. His arms were crossed across his big chest, and she knew he was angry about something, yet all she could seem to focus on was how big his biceps were when he did that.

“Are you ready to tell me about the two of you yet?”

She licked her lips and slowly brought her eyes bac
k up to his face.
A good-looking face too with dark, rounded eyebrows and lashes framed a pair of beautiful— albeit angry — blue eyes.

“Nope,” she said and skirted around him to grab a glass off the
side table
. She unscrewed the bottle of wine and sniffed the contents. Her favorite
expensive
goodness
—
she signed
heavi
ly
and downed the first glass. She was glad for Dmetri’s
interruption;
it was a sign for sure.

“Better take it easy with that stuff,” Jacks warned.

Rolling her eyes,
Vera pressed her fingers to her lips to keep from laughing and poured another glass. The dark red liquid was her favorite color and it tasted like sweet cherries and earth. She tossed back another two glasses and was
finally
starting to feel warm again.

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself,” Vera asked and perched herself, and her bottle of wine, in
the
windowsill. She’d always wanted a window like this. It was big enough for her to curl up in and look outside. She once thought she’d be living here and using this very same window to read and gaze out at the night. Bitter memories. Old thoughts. She took another swig, this time straight from the bottle.

“I don’t have anything to say.” She lolled her heavy head to the side to look at him.

“Of course you do, we all do,” she said in a
duh
voice. She lifted the
bottle, waved it towards him,
and nearly spilled some.

Jacks shook his head at her and took a seat in a high-backed chair across the room. Vera pouted at the distance. She almost laughed at how out of place he looked. He looked so uncomfortable, and he glanced at the bedroom door as if wishing for an escape. How
cute the
human
was
.

“Tell me about your family.” She didn’t think it was possible, but his body stiffened even further.

“No,” he said curtly. O-kay.

“Tell me about how you met my brother.” He sighed and looked at her, then her bottle of half-empty wine and shook his head miserably.

“I joined the
marines
when I was 18. Couldn’t wait to get the hell out o
f there. It was better at first then at home
but not
for long. I met Rome my second
year in. I was in a hurry and already pissed off because I’d
had a fight with my
bunkmate
earlier. We had a confrontation, and when it was done...well, you know the rest.”

Vera nibbled on her lip and stared at him with soft eyes. He stared off in the distance as if he was reliving that moment right now. He was so big for a human
—
and strong
too
. She wanted to curl up to him and let him pet her until she fell asleep. She wanted to ask him if he would, but a frown marred his hard face.

Vera gasped as a flash of pleasure surged through her.
Oh,
yes
. The ache in her from before was flooding back in with obstinate force. Must be the wine, she thought. Her breasts ached heavily, needed to be squeezed to relieve the pain, and her core was growing wet. Her hand started to creep down her stomach to do just that, but she stopped just short.

“Rome.” Her whisper was so
husky that
she
barely
recognized it
. His eyes snapped to hers and she watched as his
eyes widened then narrowed on
her. A predator. No, no, he’s only human.

He unwrapped his body from that chair, making the act look sexy as hell, and strode to her with his long-legged steps. He snatched the bottle of wine out of her hands, sniffed it with a grimace, then set it aside.

“I don’t know how your brothers ever tolerated you. You don’t even listen to the basic of advice.” Vera’s headed slid back to stare up at him. Her lips formed into a wide smile. She was trying to go for sexy, but was afraid she was coming off more as
a
loose, drunken slut. Hm
m
, maybe he was into loose-drunken sluts
though.

“I’ve never been good at taking advice. It drives my brothers wild,” she whispered loudly. “Do me a favor and take me to bed.” He looked relieved and ben
t
down to scoop her into her arms.

He was so stro
ng, lifting her effortlessly
. This close his scent and heat were
irresistible
. He set her on the bed, and when he went to pull away, she leaned forward and licked a hot path up his neck. He
groaned
, and she felt his neck spasm under her tongue.

Moaning, she w
rapped her arms around his neck
and brought his mouth down to hers. He hesitated the barest of moments before crashing his
delectable human
mouth against hers.

She moaned at his taste; it was heady, masculine, and sexy. She licked his tongue and sucked on its thick length like she wanted to his cock.

“Christ,” he
muttered
tearing
his mouth away. “You’re drunk. I can’t do this, Vera.”

She made a mewling sound and grabbed him by the shirt. Didn’t he understand that her body was on fire for him? She hadn’t had a man in so
very
long.

“I’m not drunk, just relaxed,
”
she argued.
She grabbed handfuls of his shirt and pulled him back down to her. He came
but with a glower
. She had a feeling that even with her lykaen strength,
she couldn’t force him to do what she wanted
.

“Baby, you drank at least half a bottle of wine in under an hour. You’re completely foxed.” Vera wiggled her hips, trying to get his attention where she needed him. When that didn’t work, tried
maneuvering
herself under his chest.

“I’m not nearly as drunk as you think I am.
Okay maybe
I
am
drunk
but I’m fully aware of what I’m doing and what I want. Look at me and see the truth.” He looked away and she could tell that he was probably counting to ten before he looked back down at her. He studied her as if one would assess a painting or scrutinize cells under a microscope.

“Kiss me.” He was shaking his head, but he let her pull him back down to her.

“Baby, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Since when had he started calling her baby? She liked the sound of it—
no,
she
loved
it.

“No, i
t’s a wonderful idea,” she said
then she kissed him. This time they both moaned as
their
lips met. She held back none of her need but gave him every burning bite of pleasure
in that kiss
.

His hands curled into her hair and
tilted
her
head
further into the kiss. The man consumed her
; kissed
as if
he would die if he didn’t kiss her now. She had no choice but to hold on to him for the ride.

His heat was intoxicating and soon she needed more. She tore her mouth away to press kisses along that sexy stubble he had and down his thick neck.

“Christ woman,” he growled. Vera almost cried out at his voice. Her pussy was wet and needy, and it wanted him. She
laid
back and shimmied out of her shirt, baring her freed breasts to him. His eyes darkened, and then he was touching her. Mouth to nipple, tongue to breast, his hands covered them, molded
them,
and shaped them to his liking. Vera clawed at his back, wracking his shirt up so she could feel the hot heat of his skin beneath her fingers.
So good.

His hand tightened in her hair and pulled her neck to the side, opening her to him. The gesture was so dominating--so w
onderful--that it brought her
back to reality.

“Jacks,” she breathed, then wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him
all the way
onto the bed. She quickly rolled on top of him and started pushing his shirt up. Too
many
clothes. Needed skin.

“Help me,” she growled when he only stared at her bobbing breasts above him. He s
hook his head as if to clear it
then took his shirt off. He licked his lips and settled his hands softly over her breasts, tracing lines down to her belly button then back up.

“Oh, God,” she moaned and arched into his touch. His touch grew bolder, stronger, cupping her
breasts
and pulling her nipples.

She wiggled her hips and fit herself against his cock. Her head fell back and she gasp
ed
as the hard, hot press of him against her sex.

That’s it
;
she was gone.

She scooted down to sit on his massive, powerful thighs and deftly
unbuttoned
and zipped his black cargo pants. She had them down to his knees before he started to protest.

Vera moaned as his cock pop
ped free; it was hard and thick,
it’s tip leaking white semen and pointing at a hard curve. Vera’s beast surfaced, consumed her
,
and she knew in that moment that her eyes glowed amber. With only one thought in her mind, she tore her
clothes
from her body and threw them
across the room
. The fire
burned
hard
inside her
, driving her
.