Page 19 of Falling for the Werewolf
Jace had gone out with Amanda a few times. The daughter of the Kenner’s Mills pack Alpha, she had seemed nice enough, which just went to show that first impressions weren’t always reliable. She had wanted more than Jace had been willing to give, and things hadn’t ended well. Months later, she still took every opportunity to make his life miserable.
Jace looked down at Dani, who tilted her head up and smiled at him, making his heart swell. There was no way he would subject her to a scene with Amanda, not tonight, not ever if he could help it.
Placing his hand on her lower back, he gently but quickly guided her in the opposite direction.
“Where are we going?” Dani asked. “Aren’t we staying for the fireworks?”
“Since this is your first time, I’m going to take you someplace special to see them,” he said with a wink.
Dani’s smile grew bigger. He was awed by her quiet trust.
After a short drive, Jace parked the Harley and extracted a bundle from the bike’s custom saddlebag.
“What’s this?” she asked, but Jace only grinned and told her it was a surprise.
Grabbing her hand, he led her along a barely visible trail to a small clearing partway up a small mountain. A floating launch platform had been set up on the lake, and from the clearing, they would have a perfect and private viewing of the fireworks.
Jace pulled out a small blanket, a bottle of wine, and two glasses. Her eyes sparkled as he spread out the blanket and poured a glass for each of them.
As darkness fell in earnest, Dani sat next to him and watched the show, while Jace didn’t see a single firework, not directly, anyway. His eyes were fixed on her face, watching the reflections in her eyes.
When the last sparkles from the grand finale faded away, she turned toward him and whispered, “That was beautiful. Thank you.”
Jace was thinking thatshewas beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He leaned closer, filling his lungs with her delicious scent. When she didn’t back away, he brushed his lips lightly to hers. And the moment he did, his wolf took over. He was well and truly lost.
Her lips were so soft, like dark pink rose petals. They still held the taste of cotton candy mixed with wine, lending them a sweet, heady taste that made him crave more. They surrendered to his fuller, stronger ones, parting slightly to give him better access. Jace accepted her invitation eagerly, deepening the kiss, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst. With one arm wrapped around her, he held her to him. With the other hand, he caressed her face and stroked her hair.
The kisses, as wonderful as they were, were not enough. Kissing Dani had opened the floodgates that had kept him in control thus far, and now everything he had been trying to hold back rushed forward. He couldn’t touch her enough, taste her enough. He neededmorejust to survive.
Dani snaked her hand around his neck, welcoming him and pulling him even closer. Her kisses were just as heated, just as desperate. Her fingers cradled his head and tugged at his hair, more fuel to stoke his passion.
Jace found her breast, cupping it from underneath. It filled his hand as she moaned and arched into him. Encouraged by her response, he lifted her tops up and over her head, then flicked the clasp that held the satiny cups of her bra together.
Her breasts were beautiful, perfect. Round and full, they were the same lovely light bronze as the rest of her, with the exception of their dusky pink centers.
“Jace.” She tugged on his head, drawing him closer, inviting him to ravish her breast. Another invitation he gladly accepted. Her nipples were hard as he raked them with his teeth, licking away the sting and starting all over again.
Jace let out a hiss when she cupped his erection through his jeans. Her moans, soft and hungry, sent a pulsing ache right into his balls as she ran her hand up and down his length. Though he wouldn’t have believed it possible, he grew even thicker, even harder beneath her touch.
Within a few tries, she managed to unfasten the snap and release the zipper. Then she began to repeat the same maddening process, caressing his cock through his briefs. The intensity of his oral attentions increased with the weight and speed of her strokes.
When she slipped her hand into his waistband and closed her delicate fingers around him, he couldn’t contain his strangled growl of, “Naked. Now.”
They tugged at each other’s clothing until they were bare beneath the moonlight. Muttered curses rent the night when she started pumping, her hand like hot silk, deftly hitting his most sensitive areas.
He was too dazed, too lost in the feel of her to anticipate her next move. Another man might have blamed it on the wine, but Jace knew better. He knew everything came from the spell his mate was weaving around him. A wild, untamed magic as old as time itself—the connection between a male and his mate.
He groaned when she slid her hand down to cup his balls and took him with her mouth.
“Fuck, Dani,” he hissed, the air leaving his lungs all at once.
Jace looked down, struck by the sight of his cock disappearing between her pink, swollen lips. Her beautiful eyes were half-lidded and heavy with desire, swirling with currents of blues and greens like a stormy sea. He would remember that image forever. It was seared into his brain, as well as his soul.
She sucked at him while she made torturous little circles with her tongue. Her hands were everywhere, running over his chest one second, stroking his thighs the next. Sometimes, she used them in conjunction with her mouth, stroking, pumping, raking her nails gently over the seam, down and behind his balls and right back up again. He had never allowed a woman to touch him so boldly, never trusted one enough to give her so much power over him. But this was Dani. His mate. The only woman to whom he would giveeverything.
Every kiss, every lick, every stroke brought him closer to the point of no return. Therefore, he did the only thing he could. He grabbed her head, bunching her silken hair into his hands, and held on for dear life, praying he would survive long enough to worship her afterward.
