Raising a brow, Jacob wrapped his hand around his aching cock and braced his other arm on the wall behind her, giving her no choice but to stand there or go back into the shower. “Oops, nowhere to run. Now what’re you going to do?” he mocked her.
“I don’t want to run now any more than I wanted to last night or the last time I saw you, something I could’ve told you any time in the past few days if you would’ve talked to me.” She had been slow to come to the realization she wanted the patient, caring man he had shown himself to be, now she was discovering rather quickly she wanted the ruthless, taunting vampire just as much. Knowing why he was striking out at her, because he cared, made all the difference in the world.
“What do you want?” Holding his breath, Jacob watched as she slowly reached up and loosened the towel, his eyes following its descent until it pooled on the floor at her small feet.
“You.”
Jacob felt her answer all the way down to his cock. Without any thought other than he had to get inside her, he lifted her and sat her on the sink countertop, watching as her thighs fell open naturally, her smile of anticipation making his heart pump faster than a freight train.
Grace fought her embarrassment as she grabbed his hand and placed it on the bare folds of her newly shaved pussy. “It was starting to grow back so I shaved again. I knew you liked me this way.”
Like it? He fucking loved it. He cupped her baby soft flesh, feeling his mood lighten as her juices dampened his palm and soothed the burning ache. “I can’t, won’t be gentle, Grace,” he warned her, raising his eyes to give her a direct, open look of honesty. “I need you too much. I’m still not fully recovered, and…”
Grace covered his mouth with her hand. “Are you going to talk all evening or fuck me?”
It was hearing his shy, damn near virginal mate say fuck that was his final undoing. Going to his knees, he shoved her legs further apart then used his thumbs to spread her glistening labia, revealing the pink recesses of her vagina. Inhaling deeply, he savored the scent that was uniquely hers before diving in to taste heaven. Swiping his tongue up the center of her pussy, coasting over her distended, swollen clit, he teased that small bud just until he felt the small tremors of her impending orgasm, then backed off to run his lips over her folds, learning the feel of her, the taste of her, the sound of her as she moaned in frustration.
“Jacob.” Grace reached down and pulled the leather tie, freeing his thick chestnut hair before she grabbed hold of it in frustration. “I don’t need this; I need you, inside me.”
“I need this,” he said against her saturated flesh, enjoying the tiny pinpricks on his scalp from her tight grip on his hair. “Let me give you this, Grace.”
“Just hurry up.”
He smiled at her grumbled order. A few days ago, he could never have imagined her complaining because he wasn’t fucking her. He now regretted his hasty withdrawal from her, wishing he had opened his mind to her just once when he had felt her probing. You taste delicious, he telepathed to her as he slipped his tongue through her folds again then stroked over her inner walls in an intimate exploration, seeking her g-spot, knowing he found it by the way she jerked against his face.
More, she demanded silently, loving this intimate way of communicating. When his tongue found her clit again, she tightened her hands on his head, holding him there, right there. Leaning back against the mirror, she circled his shoulders with her legs and thrust against his marauding mouth. The feel of his teeth nibbling on her sensitive tissue was her undoing, and with a soft cry, let herself go over, the pleasure once again overriding all her other senses.
She was still shaking with aftershocks when he rose in front of her, her legs draped over his arms, his hands sliding under her ass to lift her hips for his penetration. “Jacob!” Gripping his forearms for anchorage, she took him deep, watched as he buried himself balls deep with the first plunge then looked up to see the predator that was never far from the surface had taken over. Yes, she reassured him as he pulled back and rammed into her with all the finesse of a raging bull.
Thank God, was all Jacob could think as the silken walls of her pussy enfolded him, drew him in and struggled to contain him. He fought her tight clasp as he pulled back but wasted no time returning with another deep, womb touching thrust. He had never felt so primal, so dominant towards a woman as each stroke took them both closer to the edge. He wanted to pound into her, over and over, until she remembered no one but him, craved no one but him. He showed her in his mind, as well as with his thrusting body, how he wanted to carry her downstairs, bend her over and claim her in front of his brethren. She had to know what she was getting into, had to want it as much as he did.
Grace’s eyes widened at the image he planted in her mind as he increased his thrusts, each one gliding back and forth over her clit, until the images merged with reality and she was crying out in pleasure again, accepting everything he was giving her and offering her.
Her breasts were bouncing with each hard thrust, and as his body followed hers into ecstasy, he bent over and sucked one turgid tip into his mouth, nipping the tender bud until she cried out again, her pussy pulling every drop of his seed from him until he was dry. Feeling as if he was in a drunken daze, he lifted his head from her breast and saw her delicate pulse beating
just beneath her tender skin, a temptation he couldn’t ignore.
Seeing his hungry look and the gleaming tips of his fangs, Grace dropped her head sideways in surrender, giving him mute approval, wanting to feel the erotic pleasure of his bite again. This time she was prepared for the pain, but the pleasure still took her by surprise, as intense as last night even after three orgasms. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held him to her and exploded in climax without warning, her body wracked in the pleasure of giving her mate everything he needed to be strong and powerful. She was so blissfully unaware; she barely felt the renewal of his deep thrusts and the warm release of his second orgasm.
The sound of Damien’s angry shout, followed swiftly by Jon and Luc’s angry cursing, roused Jacob from the pleasurable stupor of climaxing again, this time while drawing Grace’s blood. Closing the pinpricks with a single stroke of his tongue, he licked up the few drops that had escaped his mouth before pulling out of her and standing back, offering her his hand and a smile of male satisfaction.
“From the sounds of it, I think Jon and Luc, and possibly Damien, are having trouble with their mates. I’d pity them if I didn’t feel so smug right now.”
Grace returned his smile, feeling lighter, more content than she had in a long time. Taking his hand, she said, “I better get dressed and tell them where they can find Caitlin and Abby.”
She fell against him as she jumped off the counter, his much taller, much harder body taking her weight. “You’re so big,” she said as she snuggled against him, loving the feel of being surrounded by all that naked, male flesh.
“And you’re so small.” She barely reached his chest without shoes, but her soft, round body was a perfect fit for him.
Pulling back, Grace looked ruefully down at her body, her large breasts blocking much of her view. “Not small everywhere,” she complained about her overall weight.
Jacob brought his hands around and filled them with her abundant, malleable flesh, kneading her full breasts as he said, “You’re perfect, as are these babies. They’re the perfect size for fucking.”
“Huh?”
She looked adorably naïve as she stared up at him with her brow furrowed. Chuckling, Jacob pushed her breasts together, telling her, “Like this, they make a perfect soft bed for me to snuggle into. I can’t wait to decorate you with my come.”
“Grace!”