the
burn in her wrist vanished. There was no ache, no horrible prickling sensation.
She didn’t have time to dwell on it, trying to remain upright. Suddenly he went
still, chest heaving against her back, his sweat-slicked skin rubbing against
her.
She hissed when he pulled his teeth from her shoulder,
leaving behind a dull throb. He murmured something she couldn’t make out and
laved the sore area with his tongue, taking his time, soothing the ravaged
flesh. A part of her wanted to hide her face in the pillows when he pulled his
cock from her swollen and protesting pussy. She whimpered, unprepared for how
sore she felt. Her sex pulsed, aching from the rough use although she wouldn’t
have wanted it any other way.
He fell to his side and took her with him, spooning her much
smaller frame with his. Their labored breathing filled the silence of the room,
hard exhalations slowly evening out. Now that the sexual haze that had taken
her over was gone she was embarrassed by her behavior. But beneath the
embarrassment there was a level of contentment and peace. The way he held her
made her feel safe, the smooth brush of his fingers over her hip reassuring.
“Rest,” Jackson ordered softly. “I’m not finished with you.”
Closing her eyes, she basked in his touch and the heat of
his body. The night belonged to them. Tomorrow she could ask questions and
accept the consequences of her actions. Since she was a child she’d always done
as she was told, behaving like the good girl her grandparents expected her to
be. For one evening she would embrace what she’d always wanted but had never
experienced.
She’d explore everything Jackson wanted to show her.
And she’d enjoy every minute of it.
For the first time, she was going to know what it was like
to really live .
Chapter Three
Jackson studied the sleeping female in his bed, stunned by
the unfamiliar tightness in his chest. She was beautiful in sleep, the lashes
fanning her cheeks long and lush. A ray of the rising sun broke through the
curtains, heralding the dawn, making the strands of her blonde hair glow
against the cream-colored pillow. She looked like an angel, peaceful and
content in slumber.
He took a deep breath, scenting the air.
The night before he’d clearly identified Chloe’s wolf. The
animal was strong in her, rising to the surface when he joined their bodies.
Although he wanted to see just how powerful her wolf was by taking her again,
he’d held his mate through the night as she’d slept, content to watch over her.
There was a chance Chloe would be able to shift after all. He’d felt how strong
her animal-half was, how the wolf wanted to take over and make her presence
known. He’d have to wait until the moon was full to learn the truth but either
way, it didn’t matter.
Even if his mate never shifted, she’d be a force to be reckoned
with.
Despite the knowledge, he felt a flash of panic. Increased
strength wouldn’t protect Chloe’s vulnerable skin from razor-sharp claws and
fangs. He’d have to teach her how to defend herself. Even though he never
intended to let her leave his sight, she needed to be shown how to eliminate
potential threats.
She didn’t stir when he slid from the bed, her breathing
even and deep. Despite the fact it made him an utter bastard, he felt a surge
of satisfaction that he was the cause of her exhaustion. She carried his scent
now, her shoulder bruised from the bite he’d placed there. The result of her
acceptance in their mating would scar. He wanted every male she encountered to
see his bite and know to stay the fuck away. No one else would ever touch her.
She was his female. There would never be another for her— ever .
A smile tugged at his mouth, a surge of pride slamming into
him. Chloe might be a Halfling but she’d proven her worth. She’d accepted him
without complaint, as willing and eager as any shifter female would be. Now it
was time to organize, learn about her past and plan for what
burn in her wrist vanished. There was no ache, no horrible prickling sensation.
She didn’t have time to dwell on it, trying to remain upright. Suddenly he went
still, chest heaving against her back, his sweat-slicked skin rubbing against
her.
She hissed when he pulled his teeth from her shoulder,
leaving behind a dull throb. He murmured something she couldn’t make out and
laved the sore area with his tongue, taking his time, soothing the ravaged
flesh. A part of her wanted to hide her face in the pillows when he pulled his
cock from her swollen and protesting pussy. She whimpered, unprepared for how
sore she felt. Her sex pulsed, aching from the rough use although she wouldn’t
have wanted it any other way.
He fell to his side and took her with him, spooning her much
smaller frame with his. Their labored breathing filled the silence of the room,
hard exhalations slowly evening out. Now that the sexual haze that had taken
her over was gone she was embarrassed by her behavior. But beneath the
embarrassment there was a level of contentment and peace. The way he held her
made her feel safe, the smooth brush of his fingers over her hip reassuring.
“Rest,” Jackson ordered softly. “I’m not finished with you.”
Closing her eyes, she basked in his touch and the heat of
his body. The night belonged to them. Tomorrow she could ask questions and
accept the consequences of her actions. Since she was a child she’d always done
as she was told, behaving like the good girl her grandparents expected her to
be. For one evening she would embrace what she’d always wanted but had never
experienced.
She’d explore everything Jackson wanted to show her.
And she’d enjoy every minute of it.
For the first time, she was going to know what it was like
to really live .
Chapter Three
Jackson studied the sleeping female in his bed, stunned by
the unfamiliar tightness in his chest. She was beautiful in sleep, the lashes
fanning her cheeks long and lush. A ray of the rising sun broke through the
curtains, heralding the dawn, making the strands of her blonde hair glow
against the cream-colored pillow. She looked like an angel, peaceful and
content in slumber.
He took a deep breath, scenting the air.
The night before he’d clearly identified Chloe’s wolf. The
animal was strong in her, rising to the surface when he joined their bodies.
Although he wanted to see just how powerful her wolf was by taking her again,
he’d held his mate through the night as she’d slept, content to watch over her.
There was a chance Chloe would be able to shift after all. He’d felt how strong
her animal-half was, how the wolf wanted to take over and make her presence
known. He’d have to wait until the moon was full to learn the truth but either
way, it didn’t matter.
Even if his mate never shifted, she’d be a force to be reckoned
with.
Despite the knowledge, he felt a flash of panic. Increased
strength wouldn’t protect Chloe’s vulnerable skin from razor-sharp claws and
fangs. He’d have to teach her how to defend herself. Even though he never
intended to let her leave his sight, she needed to be shown how to eliminate
potential threats.
She didn’t stir when he slid from the bed, her breathing
even and deep. Despite the fact it made him an utter bastard, he felt a surge
of satisfaction that he was the cause of her exhaustion. She carried his scent
now, her shoulder bruised from the bite he’d placed there. The result of her
acceptance in their mating would scar. He wanted every male she encountered to
see his bite and know to stay the fuck away. No one else would ever touch her.
She was his female. There would never be another for her— ever .
A smile tugged at his mouth, a surge of pride slamming into
him. Chloe might be a Halfling but she’d proven her worth. She’d accepted him
without complaint, as willing and eager as any shifter female would be. Now it
was time to organize, learn about her past and plan for what
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