Page 25 of Nyctophilia

I instinctively took a step towards him. “What happened?”

“Can we talk about this later?”

I nodded, and reached my hand out towards his face. “I’m sorry.”

He caught my wrist before I could touch him, something unreadable in his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. Wolves heal quickly. I believe there was something else you wanted to say to my face.”

Jasper’s touch incited an immediate response in my body. The ride over had sobered me up, and I all too eagerly melted into his touch. “Hmm?” I couldn’t think of what I had wanted to say to him. I was too busy imagining his hands crawling under my shirt.

He stroked the inside of my wrist gently with his finger, his voice as soft as his feather-light touch. “You said something to me on the phone. Something about not caring about you because I already screwed you?” Jasper’s eyes were dark, and held my gaze with intensity.

“Oh. Yeah. About that…”

Jasper brought my wrist to his lips, sucking on the delicate skin there. His gaze never strayed from mine as he spoke. “You should understand by now that once could never be enough.” But his eyes only held need. “Tell me, Ava, was it enough for you?”

I closed my eyes and let his voice run over me like honey. When I opened them again, he was watching, waiting for an answer. Apparently his question wasn’t rhetorical.

“No. Of course it wasn’t. It will never be enough.”

Jasper tugged me closer to him and I rested in his arms. He brought his mouth to mine, taking my lip gently between his teeth. I sighed into him, comfort washing over me. Everything felt so right with him. His voice in my ear was taunting. “You sure? Because I can always take you home if you’re still angry.”

I took his face in my hands, careful not to press too hard on any of the bruises. “Jasper Knight, if you take me home, you’d better be taking me to bed.”

His mouth was on mine immediately, possessive and dominating. I pressed my body into his, needing to be closer, to feel no space between us. Jasper’s strong arms swung under my thighs, lifting me. He covered the distance to the bed in a matter of two quick strides, and when he looked down at me I saw the wolf within him. “I could fuck you a thousand times and it would never be enough.”

He didn’t smile as he laid me down on the bed. I writhed under his kisses, his touch, his words. And from the way he was watching me, he knew.

“You like when I talk like that, don’t you?” he asked me, trailing his fingers down my curves. “When I tell you how much I love watching you moan underneath me.”

His fingers scooped under the waistband of my pants, moving steadily lower until they reached the heat of my pussy, exactly where I wanted him to be. “Oh, Jasper,” I moaned.

He closed his eyes as he slid one finger across my slick opening. “Fuck, baby. It’s been a hell of a day, and now you’re here, and I need you. I don’t think I can go slow.”

Jasper turned his dark eyes to me, looking for consent. I nodded once. He pulled my pants and underwear off in one swoop. I unbuttoned his jeans, and he desperately yanked them off the rest of the way. I needed him, and I needed him now.

“Open your legs,” he commanded. The demanding side of Jasper always spoke to something inside me, and I did what he asked without question. He lay down on top of me, holding his body weight up on strong arms. I felt the broad tip of his cock, not quite entering me. I shifted uncomfortably with the idea of being this close, but not close enough. Every nerve in my body was on overdrive. I dragged my nails down his back, grinding my body against his, and he cursed again. “Fuck. I’d like to take my time, worship every inch of your body…but I can’t.” He breathed and swiftly fitted himself inside of me. “One day I’ll learn to control my need for you.”

“Oh!” I cried out, feeling whole again. But I didn’t have time to gather my thoughts before Jasper was thrusting into me hard and fast. I let him dictate the pace, darkness flooding his eyes as he watched me.

“You are so beautiful, underneath me like this. Letting go of control.” Every thrust brought me closer to the edge. I gave myself over to him, knowing I had done so in more ways than just the physical. He grabbed me by my hips, angling me higher, driving in deeper. His thumb rested on my clit, swirling lazy circles. Each stroke pushed me closer and closer to bliss. Each circling of his thumb edged me towards pleasure, and I cried out his name. Jasper kissed me firmly, and I felt all the unspoken emotions from tonight flooding my veins.

He spoke, controlled, in contrast to his desperate pace. “I want to ruin you for any other man.” He kissed me again. “Hold on baby, I’m almost there too. Come with me.”

I let myself unravel as Jasper growled over me, giving over to the wolf within him. My mind was gone, focused on one goal only. I could feel the pressure mounting, and I needed release. “Harder,” I cried.

He complied, thrusting faster and deeper. Pleasure exploded from inside and I felt myself coming, felt my body pulsing around his cock. At the same time Jasper cried out my name, collapsing to his forearms as he shook and shuddered inside of me.

We lay next to each other as our breathing slowed back down. I turned to him. “Is it always like this, for you?”

Jasper rolled to face me. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath. “Sex. Is it always this… explosive for you?”

His eyes lit up. “You saying I’m the best you’ve ever had?”

I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder. “Obviously. But not what I meant.”

His laugh was fast becoming my favourite sound. “I know what you meant. Is it a wolf thing?”

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