Wolf Breeds - Jacob's Faith Part 8

"You feel it," he growled, his hands tightening on her hips. "It can only be denied for so long, Faith. I know. I have fought to run from it for six years; awaiting Wolfe's call, praying daily that you would reach the maturity of your body, and be ready for me. Do you think this was easy for me? Do you think my l.u.s.ts have not nearly destroyed me?"

"You were with others," she cried out, her hands going to his where they rested on her hips, even as her head fell back on his chest.

His breath was doing wicked things against her neck, sending s.h.i.+vers of pleasure coursing over her body. It was heated, whispering over the mark he had left on her while still a captive within the cursed Labs. She burned in response. So long, she had dreamed of his touch, so long.

"I could not come to you before," he whispered as his lips stroked over the small mark. "I could not trust myself, Faith. I remembered too well the taste of your honey flowing into my mouth as I shoved my tongue inside your tight channel, sucked at your c.l.i.t and heard your screams of climax, your pleas for more. You were so young. Not ready for the mating our natures demand. Too young to know the violence of my pa.s.sion. I had to leave, or I would have taken you and harmed you far more than I already had."

Where had he got the idea he had hurt her? She wanted to protest his feelings, but she couldn't for the pleasure suddenly was.h.i.+ng over her.

"No." She didn't know if she was protesting that decision, or the hand slipping slowly inside the waistband of her pants as the other eased beneath the loose folds of her s.h.i.+rt.

"Yes." His teeth raked her neck. "I would not have been able to wait. I would not have been able to allow you the time of growing, of learning that you needed. Do you know, do you have any idea the h.e.l.l I endured trying to stay away, to wait until you were ready for me?"

His voice was strained, ferocious in its hunger. As he spoke, one hand cupped her swollen breast, though the other paused at her lower stomach rather than traveling further to her throbbing c.u.n.t. She was on fire. She needed his hand to touch her, stroke her. The lightning arcs of tortured arousal were not unlike the drugs she had been injected with so long ago.

"I didn't ask you to restrain yourself." Her eyes closed as she moaned with her need. She had forgotten how strong the needs could be, how they attacked, stroked and flamed through her system with just the threat of Jacob's touch.

"I would have hurt you, Faith. I had no other choice but to leave." His tongue stroked over the mark.

Faith cried out, her neck bending further to grant him greater access as the hand holding his wrist applied pressure, trying to push it from her abdomen to between her thighs.

"You did have a choice," she whispered, she could barely speak. She was breathing hard, heavy, her body was flaming, sensitized and aching almost painfully.

The anger and fury was dissolving beneath the onslaught of a fury of l.u.s.t. She was shaking, needing so desperately she didn't know if she would survive the ache.

"G.o.d, Faith, you feel so good. You taste so good," he whispered, his own breathing rough, heavy. His chest rose and fell hard beneath her head, his tongue stroking over the small, sensitive scar he had left below her neck. "I want to mark you again. I need to, Faith."

His voice was desperate, so hot and dark she could only melt against him, a prisoner of her body's needs, held by chains of arousal so strong, so hot she could only tremble against him.

She felt the sc.r.a.pe of his teeth, the sharp canines as they rasped over her skin, sending sensual daggers of erotic sensation through her body. She knew what was coming, remembered with perfect clarity the all-consuming, raging l.u.s.ts that would fill her body. Sharper, more intense than even the needs that tormented her now.

Emotions she had so long denied, swamped her now. Her chest tightened with them, her flesh p.r.i.c.kling with enjoyment at his touch. She was weak, too weak to fight him, and her own body.

"No," she whispered her denial of such tormenting sensations even as her neck arched for another sc.r.a.pe of his teeth, and her hand bore down on his to push it closer to her tormented c.u.n.t.

His hand slid in further, beneath the edge of her silk panties, glancing over the honey-slick, bare lips of her p.u.s.s.y. She arched on her tiptoes to get closer, feeling the heated rasp of his fingers over her c.l.i.t.

"More," she whispered.

He growled, breathing hard, fighting the same battle she was for oxygen amid the growing, painful arousal rising between them.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k you. I'm going to take you, Faith, and show you all the things I could not before," he promised her heatedly, his fingers sliding through the slick, honey coated slit. "You're so hot," he panted at her ear, nipping at the lobe as she bucked against the pad of his hand. "So hot and sweet you burn me alive."

"It's too much," she cried out, barely able to breathe, her body no longer her own, uncontrolled, riding a crest of pleasure that terrified her.

She could feel her v.a.g.i.n.a spasming, her juices leaking from her entrance, coating his fingers, soaking her panties. She wanted more. She needed relief for the overwhelming hunger now attacking her body.

His fingers moved further. Faith lost her breath as she felt one circling the entrance to her v.a.g.i.n.a, spreading the thick cream of her arousal, teasing, taunting her.

"Please-" her whispered entreaty became an agonized gasp of pure sensation as he penetrated the entrance to her burning core.

Jacob groaned at her ear. She felt his finger filling her, pus.h.i.+ng inside her, hard and hot. She was trembling, her knees weakening, her breathing loud and rough in the silence of the room. Oh G.o.d, it was better than she had ever thought it could be. Hotter, more intense, searing her from the inside out. Oh h.e.l.l, control. Where was her control?

"Mine," he growled at her ear, his tongue laving the lobe with a slow, sensual sweep. "My woman. My mate."

The words penetrated her dazed senses slowly as his hand moved from her soaking flesh to push at her loose pants.

"No." She shook her head in dazed rejection, denying his claim. If he claimed her now, took her, she knew she would never survive another desertion.

"Yes," he snarled at her ear, ignoring her weak attempts to keep him from lowering the material over her hips.

He was claiming her. Taking her over. Anger surged through her once again. She couldn't allow him to do this. If she let him claim her now, she would never escape the hold he thought he should have on her.

"Stop." Gathering her strength, Faith pushed away from him roughly, fighting not just Jacob and his l.u.s.t, but herself as well.

Moving jerkily, her flesh protesting loudly at the separation from Jacob's body, Faith quickly put several feet between them, watching him closely. He looked intent, dangerous. Brooding sensuality stamped his features, giving him a dark, erotically dangerous look. That look speared through her womb, causing it to clench almost painfully.

"Faith, you are mine," he breathed in roughly. "You know this-"

"I belong to no one, Jacob." Amazement and anger surged through her. "You cannot just decree this, you and Wolfe, after six years, stinking of other women, and claim your rights as a mate. I will not allow it."

She shook her head, unwilling or perhaps unable to understand his a.s.surance he could just take her.

"You want me as well, Faith. You cannot deny it," he began to advance on her, his body tense, ready to spring.

Breathing hard, Faith watched him warily. If he touched her again, if he drew her to him, she would not be able to resist him further.

"Jacob, I will not be forced into this," she told him furiously. "You cannot order me to your bed, and I will not allow you to try."

Jacob moved closer, his intent to seduce her into giving into him was reflected in the brilliance of his pale blue eyes.

"You want me, Faith, just as much as I want you," he growled. "I have suffered six years waiting for you to mature-"

"Oh, poor Jacob," she snapped out as she backed away from him, ignoring the fuming look on his face. "Why, he's just f.u.c.ked his way through the world waiting on poor little Faith to grow up. Well, news flash, Big Boy, Faith grew up a long time ago. Without you, or your help."

For a second, astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"Faith, I left for your sake," he argued, irritation cording the muscles of his shoulders.

"For my sake?" she questioned him furiously. "Did I ask you to leave, Jacob?"

"You were too young."

"You don't know that," she bit out. "And how was Wolfe to know that? You and your d.a.m.ned know-it-all att.i.tude. It wasn't up to you to decide if I was ready to have s.e.x. Well, tell you what Jacob. I was ready six years ago. I'm not ready to f.u.c.k you now."

That lie was a whopper. She sent up a quick, fervent hope for forgiveness. Some lies were just too d.a.m.ned big not to.

"Your body says differently." He began to advance on her again.