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He pushed thoughts of the confrontation from his mind. He couldn’t dwell on how pissed the man was going to be when they arrived because he was too busy thinking about his good fortune and planning how he would to take her next.
Normally he needed very little sleep. Even though he’d been bone tired when they arrived at the hotel, his exhaustion had resulted from the strain of breathing in her scent for an entire day trapped in the Jag. He would rebound with little more than a nap. However, he was aware women needed a lot of rest during a claiming as their bodies underwent the transformation into full-grown adult wolves.
He frowned when he thought of all the things she didn’t know, primarily because he’d been too much of a horny bastard to fill her in before he took her. Remembering his conversation with Meredith, James reminded himself Hannah has no idea she’s a wolf. It had to be extremely rare for a female shifter to be unaware of her species and the implications at Hannah’s age. Unheard of. It could only happen if she was raised outside the pack. As was the case with Hannah. Now she was about to undergo the change, and guess who was going to help her?
She moaned in her sleep and snuggled closer against his side.
A hand against her forehead proved what he already knew to be true, her core body temperature was rising. He wasn’t sure how long the change would take or how long it would last.
Needing his strength to face her when she awoke, James closed his eyes to join her in slumber, promising just a few minutes would rejuvenate him.
“We didn’t use a condom.” The words filtered into his semi-consciousness. Hadn’t he just closed his eyes? Hannah.
James jerked himself awake. Darkness filled the room. Obviously he’d been asleep longer than just moments.
“James?” She moved against him. “What if I’m pregnant? I was so caught up in the moment, I just didn’t care. What was I thinking?”
Was that all the woman could think about? So what if she was pregnant? He’d be proud, excited even to see her round with his child. Couldn’t wait in fact.
“Honey, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
She needed human assurance right now before he burst her bubble.
“You didn’t even pull out.”
The woman had a one-track mind.
“No, I didn’t. But—”
“Seriously, James. This is important.” Hannah sat up and faced him. Could she see him as well as he could her yet? How long did it take to acquire the acute ability to see?
Clearing his throat, James considered how to respond to her concerns. She peered at him so intently, she had to be seeing more clearly than she’d been able to before their mating. Did she not realize the strangeness of that fact?
“Hannah, I’m not trying to be complacent here, but we can’t change the past. I meant it when I said I would never leave you. Please, can we put it out of our minds for now?”
He tugged her gently to his chest, bringing her mouth over his.
When she didn’t pull away in aggravation over his evasive response, he kissed her. A kiss that quickly became needy. Beneath the sheet, his dick made a tent out of the linen. When would the fellow be satisfied?
Hannah’s soft, sexy noises filled the silence as she began to devour him in earnest, nibbling her way around his face, down his neck and across his chest. She found a tight nipple and sucked the bud between her lips before nipping at it with her teeth, driving him mad.
James flipped her small frame beneath his and took the upper hand, pressing his lips to hers, demanding entrance. She skated his entire frame with her fingers, reaching everywhere her hands could go, up and down his torso and butt. Her lithe fingers danced and skimmed across his skin, driving him mad, raising goose bumps in their wake, arousing every cell in his body as they teased.
With one leg between hers, James pressed his thigh against her hot center, forcing a gasped moan of pleasure.
Her legs spread wide, increasing the surface area and contact with his rough thigh. Her head rolled back and forth when he let go of her lips. “God, I’m so hot.” The face of an angel, eyes half open, hair spread across the pillow.
James reached between them, replaced his thigh with his hand, and plunged a finger into her core to drag out the moisture. The effort was unnecessary. She was already so wet and ready for him, her hips lifting into his palm, demanding release.
When he let two more fingers join the first, angled his hand, and dragged the three over her G-spot, she nearly shot off the bed.
She was so incredibly responsive. Would it always be like this?
James pulled himself to sitting between her legs in order to watch the spectacle before him as she came undone. With his free hand, he gripped his dick, pressing his thumb firmly into the slit on top to keep from shooting off while he watched his mate unravel.
It was almost too much to endure, though, as Hannah unexpectedly brought her dainty fingers to her breasts and twirled her nipples between them. She even stopped rolling her head and latched her gaze onto his.
And then she shattered beneath him, and James couldn’t help glancing down at her to watch her body succumb to his touch and hers.
Minutes went by while she slowly relaxed from the orgasm. Her legs fell limp, wide open to his meandering gaze. He took in her entire body all the way from her pert nipples, attached to the most perfect set of tits he’d ever seen, down to her pussy, soaked with her secretions and still pulsing around his fingers every so often. Her sex was spectacular, shaved in all the right places, leaving only a thin line of hair pointing to the hood of her clit.
Later, in the light of day, he would take her languidly with his mouth, enjoying her flavor and soaking in every single fold and crevice between her legs. Would her clit come out from behind its hood on its own when she was aroused enough? Or would he have to coax it out, pulling the hood back with his finger?
As if hearing his thoughts, Hannah gasped, and the little nub throbbed beneath his gaze.
Oh…my…God. She could hear his thoughts already.
He snapped his gaze to hers where she lay frozen, holding her breath. When she released it, her words were completely unexpected. Perhaps she didn’t fully comprehend she’d actually heard his future plans for her sexy bud. “I need to taste you.”
James’s cock jumped to attention where it still lay in his grip. He groaned in pleasure and waited only a heartbeat. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” Hannah sat up, pulling her legs from where they lay limply around him. She crawled forward in a cat-like manner and pressed him back into the bed. Nothing could have stopped her. Her strength lay not in her size, but in her demanding gaze.
James sprawled out beneath her and watched in awe as she took his pulsing length in her hand, examining the staff from every angle before lowering her mouth over him. James gripped the sheets at his sides when the unexpected happened.
Hannah didn’t lick the tip and swirl her tongue around the top and down the sides. No. She sucked him straight into her throat with no warning whatsoever and began a rhythm that would drive him to orgasm in no time, her pressure exactly perfect, her firm lips seeming to know what to do and when.
There was no way in hell she’d ever given head before. Why so confident? So assuredly accurate in regards to his needs?
Moans spilled from around his cock as she tortured the head with the back of her throat, pulling almost all the way out with her teeth grazing gently across the tip, only to draw him securely back into heaven.
Over and over, reading his mind, she sucked. So in tune with him already, so perfect.
His legs stiffened. He wouldn’t last.
When he reached for her head to pull her off and keep from choking her, she grasped his hands and pulled him in hard and deep.
James screamed her name and shot his come down her throat.
She never even flinched, swallowing every drop of him, not stopping until he was spent. She licked his still-stiff
dick and balls to ensure nothing escaped her greedy lips. “Mmm, you’re delicious.”
Not what he’d expected from a novice. “How did you…know?”
Hannah climbed up his torso, hovered over his cock, and gazed intently into his eyes. “I have no idea, but whatever filled my head with that idea is also demanding I do this.” Without a pause, she slammed her pussy over him, swallowing his dick in less than a beat. “God, that feels good.” Her head thrown back, Hannah’s ample breasts swung in front of him.
His heart beat nearly out of his chest as he reached to grasp the swaying globes and squeeze them beneath his palms. “You have no idea.”
A rhythm ensued, James lifting his pelvis into her and Hannah crushing her hot tight opening over him, grinding her clit into him with each pass.
She was the most beautiful creature on earth, and he was glad he could actually enjoy every moment of their joining, having only come moments before she mounted him.
“Jesus…so good. I can’t get…enough.” Her brow furrowed with the frustration, and James reached between them to rub her clit with one hand while pinching a nipple with the other. Most women would have found the pressure he exuded in each place to be too much, too intense, but the pleasure-pain proved exactly right for Hannah. She moaned loudly and arched both her chest and her clit against him, demanding more.
Increasing her speed, Hannah slammed her body over and over above him, and James reveled in her wanton release. His cheeks heated to think she was all his, this needy, voluptuous, sexual goddess.
When Hannah leaned forward slightly, James removed his grip on her clit, pinched both nipples with one final intense squeeze of domination, and then reached around her bottom. He pulled her soft globes gently apart and used two fingers from each hand to explore the entrance to her ass, knowing she would fly off in an instant when he breached the forbidden hole.
He never got the chance. As soon as he barely touched the surface, all her senses heightened and she spun out of control, groaning through clenched teeth while her pussy tightened to grip his cock and pulse rapidly around the length.
Incredibly, even though he’d come only minutes ago and hadn’t been concentrating on himself since the moment she’d mounted him, the vision before him sent him careening over the edge with her, his eyes momentarily glazing over when he came.
Even his legs shook with the unexpected exertion it took to join so thoroughly with her yet again.
Hannah’s head slumped forward while her pussy continued to spasm around his slackening cock. Her hair covered her face, purposely, he realized. He could sense her embarrassment coming off her in waves. Why now, after everything they’d done tonight?
“Baby, that was so beautiful,” he reassured her. She had to believe in herself, own her sexuality. Demand everything from him she needed whenever she needed it. It was his responsibility to ensure she knew this.
Hannah pulled off him and flipped onto her back beside him. Her legs shook involuntarily, sprawled across his stomach and thighs.
His dick twitched between them, still not all the way slack after coming twice. Down, boy. She would need time to recover.
“What?” Hannah flinched.
Had she heard his thoughts again? From her confused expression, he deduced she had, even though she might not quite understand it yet. He glanced away, knowing he’d need to learn to control the wandering ideas coming from his little head or risk scaring her to death.
Pulling himself together, James turned to find Hannah had one arm flung over her face, covering her eyes. Her other arm crossed over her chest beneath her breasts.
He quickly gathered her against him and hugged her tight.
“I… What the hell is the matter with me?”
He could barely hear her spoken words mumbled against his chest, but her brain spit them out loud and clear. “I have a lot to explain.”
“You aren’t the virgin throwing herself against the first man to make her horny like some sort of slut.”
James pulled and tugged on her arms until he had them separated and then lifted her chin and forced her to face him.
With a stern look, he began by admonishing her for putting herself down. “You are not a slut. You are a sexy, gorgeous little wolf…in heat.” Well, that was one way.
James held his breath, but Hannah stared at him until she started giggling. “That seems to sum it up. A wolf in heat. I’ve never heard it put quite that way.”
Fuck. She hadn’t taken him seriously. New tactic.
James sat up and pulled Hannah into his lap, cradling her against him between his legs. He piled the pillows behind him and leaned against the headboard.
Clearing his throat, he began again. “Actually, honey, I’m being serious. We’re wolves. All of us, your family and mine. Shapeshifters.”
Hannah froze for one moment and then jumped from his grip and scrambled off the bed, chest heaving. “Wolves? As in werewolves? Are you out of your friggin’ mind?”
He could smell her fear, her disbelief.
She slowly backed away, her gaze burning into him. “You’re not kidding?” She glanced around the room, locating her discarded clothes. “Um…I think I’ll get dressed.” Her mind raced with thoughts of how crazy he was and how she had to escape. And James heard every word.
Hannah picked up random pieces of clothing before heading swiftly to the bathroom.
He let her go. She needed time to gather her thoughts.
Water came on in the shower, and he cringed to realize she wanted to wash him off her, separate herself from his idiotic notions.
He lay back on the mattress and took deep breaths. How long before she changed? How long before the fever took over? It could be minutes or hours. Every female reacted slightly differently to the change. Could he reach into her thoughts already, sooth her perhaps?
“Hannah, baby. It’s okay.”
Hearing her every move with his heightened senses, he knew he’d reached her when she paused and dropped the soap with a double bounce on the floor of the bathtub. The shower curtain flew open, making him cringe when the metal rings scraped against the rod. He pictured her peering around the room to make sure he hadn’t entered through the locked door.
“Why don’t you sit down and soak in the tub for a while, before you fall.”
“Why don’t you get the fuck out of my head and stop driving me insane,” she mocked back without using her mouth, still secure in her belief she was the only one involved in this little chat.
“I’ll make you a deal. You lie back and take a nice soak, and I’ll keep my thoughts to myself for half an hour. Deal?”
Nothing but the sound of running water answered him.
“Oh, one more thing before I ‘go’. Add some cool water as your temperature rises so you don’t overheat in there.”
Probably afraid he was actually communicating with her, or at least willing to test out her theory, Hannah audibly flipped the shower off, allowing water to flow out of the spout into the tub. When no more sounds came out of the room beyond the obvious, he relaxed. She’d taken his advice.
Now what?
Chapter Five
James had tidied up the room, straightened out the bed, eaten the last slices of now-cold pizza, and drunk two of the remaining now-warm beers.
Pacing got him nowhere, and he sat on the loveseat with his hand across his eyes to block out the glare from the room’s ceiling light. He would have preferred to relax in just the dim light coming through the window, but he didn’t want to worry Hannah even more. If she were to come out of the bathroom and find him sitting alone in the dark, she’d assume he was a very strange predator.
“James?” The soft voice barely penetrated his thoughts.
He yanked to attention to find a shivering Hannah standing before him wrapped in a towel.
“I don’t feel well.”
He reached for her and easily pulled her onto the couch beside him. Her body burned with fever. “I know, baby. I warn
ed you.”
“No, you didn’t.” She stared at him in confusion.
James didn’t want to argue, and he lifted her tiny frame easily in his arms and carried her over to the bed. With one hand, he pulled back the sheets so she could lie against the cool material, at least until her body warmed the spot.
Hannah moaned and curled into a ball on her side, her towel still wrapped around her but barely concealing her cleavage and not covering the soft globes of her sexy ass at all.
James soothed her with his hand, gently stroking up and down her arm.
She would be frightened beyond belief if he didn’t prepare her for shifting.
“Hannah, look at me.” He waited a beat for her to comply.
She glanced his way.
“I know it’s all very difficult to take in, but we, you and I, are assuredly of the lupine persuasion.” It sounded a bit ridiculous and literal to his ears, but maybe the gentler words could be swallowed more easily.
“Mm, hm, you mentioned that.” She didn’t look away.
“You’re going to shift, soon. Tonight, in fact, judging by your body temperature. I’d like to make the process easier on you by demonstrating first.” When she didn’t flinch, he added, “Transforming. Myself. Now. For you to watch.” James gulped and prayed for the god of explanations to step in any time.
“Fine. Go ahead.”
Too easy. She was humoring him. On the flip side, when he touched her skin again, he knew he was running out of time and decided to take the plunge.
Stepping back, he shucked his only clothing, his jeans, and stood before her naked, watching her face and making sure she paid attention.
“Why does he have to be so damn sexy and hung like a bear?”
James chuckled. “Wolf. I’m telling you. Wolf.”
Her gaze met his. Time to shift. It only took about thirty seconds. He prayed he could hold her attention that long and she wouldn’t bolt from the room before he could finish, making herself vulnerable to who knew what outside the hotel door while she succumbed to her own unavoidable transformation.
With a pop of bones, James stretched his arms before him and kept his gaze on hers. Limbs altered, hair elongated, his jaw pushed forward. Moments later he stood before her in his most regal form.