She tears at my hair, hoarse cries coming from her throat. She's incredible, the way she gives herself to me, so willing to receive all the pleasure I need to pour on her. Her untrained body is infinitely responsive. I penetrate her with two fingers, find her G-spot on her inner wall, and work it until the tissue hardens and wrinkles.
"Jackson. Jackson. Please. I can't take any more." Her knees cinch around my head.
I penetrate her with both tongue and fingers then return to sucking her clit, pumping three fingers in and out of her until she comes for the third time tonight, her channel squeezing and releasing as she lets out a long, keening cry.
I wish it was enough. I know I've already exhausted my little human. Precious, beautiful female.
I climb up to sit on the bed and pull her across my lap. Her scent punches me into animal mode again. I spank her pretty ass, fast and hard. "Jesus, kitten. The scent of your arousal makes me crazy. I can always smell when you're turned on. I knew it that first day in the elevator after I touched you."
She whimpers, and I register than I'm hurting her but can't seem to stop. It feels so damn good to smack her juicy ass, and the little cries she grunts she makes only feed my frenzy. My wolf starts to howl.
I spank her until her ass turns red.
"I'm sorry!" she cries, and I work my hand under her hips, twiddle her little clit again. I keep slapping, loving the way her cheeks flatten and spring back under my hand.
"I don't need you sorry. I only need your surrender. This is the only way I keep my wolf from marking you."
She wriggles over my hand, her cunt leaking juices down my fingers.
"Do you like that, baby?"
"No... yes... ohhh," she pants. "Too much. Too much, Jackson. I can't take any more."
I push her off my lap, but there's no stopping me. "Inside you," I growl. I lift her to her hands and knees then force her upper body down, so her face presses into the covers. Somehow, miraculously, I remember to don another condom. I snap it on and push into her wet heat. My fangs punch out longer; a snarl rips from my throat.
Don't mark. Just. Fuck.
Mate, the wolf roars.
Just. Fuck.
My balls slap against her, cock sliding in and out of her tight channel. She takes all of me in this position, takes me deep. My thighs shake, balls draw up tight.
She moans and wails, her cries both pitiful and wanton at once. Her pussy is still wet and willing. Generous in how hard a fucking it takes.
Just fuck just fuck just fuck. Don't. Bite.
I come again with a roar. Kylie's screams join my snarl, and she orgasms, milking my cock with her tight muscles, drawing even more cum out of me. I shudder, chills and heat running through me like I have a fever.
Kylie lets out a sob as I slip out of her. I dispose of the condom and catch a whiff of salt. No. A tear slides down her nose.
The scent immediately takes my wolf down. He whimpers and retreats. The lust-induced haze over my brain dissolves. Oh fates-my female. Have I hurt her?
"Baby, baby, baby," I croon, quickly disposing of the condom. I scoop her into my arms, cradle her against my chest. I settle back on the bed. "Are you hurt?"
"Not hurt... just wrung out." She tucks her head under my chin, her limp body molding to mine.
"Tell me you're okay," I plead.
She kisses my neck. "Yes. I'm okay. I love you."
I go still, and she stiffens, seeming to realize what slipped out. "I mean-"
"Shh. Don't you dare take it back," I warn. I cradle her face in my palm and turn it to look into her warm brown eyes.
"I love you." I don't say I love you, too, because I don't want it to sound less serious than her admission. I utter it like a vow. I don't know how the fuck I'm going to make things work with a human, especially if every full moon is like this, but I sure as hell have to try. I'm not giving her up for anything.
And that means I need to eliminate all the threats to my female.
"Kylie, I need to know what happened at the Louvre."
She blinks in surprise and tries to pull away. I literally can see her emotional retreat before my eyes.
"Don't run," I command. "Look at me. I need to know."
"Why?"
"You've been in hiding since then. And now you've been outed. Are you in danger?"
She shakes her head. "Not for the next seven to ten years."
"Tell me."
"It was my father's partner in the heist. A double-cross. My father planned to return the painting to its rightful owners-relatives of the Jewish family it was stolen from during the war. As soon as they had the painting, he stabbed my dad and took the canvas. He didn't know I'd come along. Never knew there was a witness. I stayed in hiding as a precaution. I figured if he knew where to find me, he'd want me dead. But, strangely enough, he became the victim of quite a few cyber attacks over the last few years, including one that stole enough evidence to send the FBI after him." My brave little warrior smiles up at me. "So, I'm safe for now. Until he gets out of jail and comes looking for me."
I growl. Not good enough. I vow to eliminate that threat completely. But at least I know, for now, she's safe from that direction.
Kylie lifts her chin. "What about you? Anyone want you dead?"
I rub my forehead. "Maybe. If I returned home, I'd probably be challenged."
"Why?"