Page 39 of Twice Bitten
“You’re fucking incredible,” he murmured against my navel, nipping at me and making me writhe and squeak. “I missed you. I missed you so fucking much, I felt like I was losing my mind.”
He eased my trousers and boxer briefs down over my hips, chasing each inch of skin with his lips.
My mouth tingled with the need for those lips. “You haven’t kissed me,” I said, sounding more than a little accusing.
“Have some patience.” He kissed my inner thigh. And then kissed it again, nibbling, lingering, breath hot against my tender skin. “Besides, I am kissing you.”
Well, true. I started to complain again but then lost my train of thought when he tugged the trousers the rest of the way off and pushed my legs apart.
I cracked my eyes open when he stopped touching me. Jack stood by the bed, stripping his own clothing so fast I heard a few seams ripping. Gods. I gawked at him shamelessly, every angle and line and curve, the lean hips and muscular chest, the long, powerful legs. I swallowed hard when I got to his groin.
Gods, that cock. It looked even bigger from this angle.
Jack looked up, saw where I’d fixed my gaze, and grinned wickedly, eyes glowing and gleaming.
“Now I’m going to kiss you,” he said.
Jack prowled back onto the bed, eyes fixed on my face, making my heart race with something adjacent to fear, only much, much better. I was usually the predator. Being the prey for a change, when I wanted so badly to be caught, felt like the high of drinking my fill or swooping down from a height.
He lowered his body onto mine. I shuddered, squirming under him, rubbing myself on him like a cat. All that skin, hot and smooth and dusted with hair that felt rough in all the right places. And his cock, brushing over my stomach and making me quiver.
For a long moment, he leaned down over me, his breath brushing my lips and his eyes holding mine.
And then he kissed me.
All my patience had been very much worth it. That kiss ignited me like a match to a bundle of fireworks. I wrapped my arms around him and yanked him close, wrapped my legs around him and arched up into him, begging for his cock, for his knot. Jack moved to my throat, worrying at my flesh with the tips of his fangs, moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
I hadn’t realized I’d been literally begging out loud until Jack growled, “Don’t worry, I’m going to keep my knot in you for days, Angelo,” and moved even further down.
I’d thought I’d exaggerated how fucking incredible it felt to have Jack’s tongue in me. I hadn’t. If anything, I’d forgotten the best details: the heat when he licked me and the coolness when the air hit my wet skin, the way his fingers dug into my thighs as he held me open, the way my cock straining up neglected and untouched made me ache and writhe and moan.
Jack pulled back, and a moment later slick fingers circled my hole.
“Where?” I gasped. “What did you—more magic?”
He chuckled against my thigh and I shivered helplessly. Fuck, that ought to be illegal, it felt so good.
“I have my ways,” he said, making me think he’d probably smuggled a bottle of lube in his jacket pocket, of all the presumptuous things…but I didn’t care, because he started to fuck me with his long, callused fingers, hitting the right spot every time, in and out, curling them when he went deep and feeling out every inch of where he’d be fucking me in a minute.
Mapping his territory. Preparing me to be claimed.
I bit my lip so hard I drew blood, shoving down onto his hand, clawing at his shoulders to drag him up to where he could finish the job.
He tormented me a little longer before he let himself be pulled, kissing every inch of me along the way, fingers still buried in me.
They only pulled out when he had his cock lined up to take their place.
When he’d fucked me a month before, I’d thought he’d shown me what he could do, what being taken by an alpha was really like.
But it turned out he’d held back.
A lot.
Jack thrust inside me so hard he shoved me a foot up the bed, and as I arched in a silent scream, he did it again. And again, bracing himself on the headboard to keep us from going straight through the wall, turning me inside out with every ounce of his supernatural strength.
But mine equaled his, and two could play at that game. I wrapped my legs around his hips, put some leverage into it—and flipped us like a double pancake, landing on top of him with my legs still around him and his cock buried to the hilt.
I leaned on his chest and grinned down at him, savoring my own strength and the way he could take it, the way I felt wild and free and myself for the first time in…what felt like forever.
