Now.
“Oh, I’m sure that can be arranged, but not until after
I
have
you
.” She growled a bit, the sound going straight to his cock.
“You need to relax, my precious Beta, and I’ll take good
care of you. I’m in charge this time.”
He swallowed hard then grinned. He liked this side of Willow,
and if she wanted to be in charge and take care of him, then who was he to
stand in her way?
“That sounds like a deal, but next time, I get to be in
charge. I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours,” he said, his voice low and
full of promise.
She tilted her head. “Who says I won’t tell you to eat me so
you can relax?”
He blinked then threw his head back and howled.
Fuck yeah, he loved this woman.
He hurried inside of the small one-room cabin that had a kitchen
and bathroom off to the side.
“Take off your clothes,” Willow ordered as she closed the
door behind her. She stripped off her shirt and pants, leaving her bare and oh-so-fucking
sexy.
“You weren’t wearing anything underneath your clothes?” he
asked, his voice close to breaking like a freaking teenager’s.
“I didn’t want to bother. Now strip.”
She put an extra wiggle in her step as she walked toward
him. He did as he was told and shucked off his clothing. His cock bobbed
against his belly, so fucking hard he was afraid if she touched him even once
he’d explode.
He grinned as she prowled toward him. She placed her finger
in the middle of his chest and pushed. Though he was bigger, and her little
push wouldn’t have moved him on a normal day, he backed up, allowing her the
control she wanted.
Or maybe she was in control anyway and there was no allowing
about it.
His mate was fucking perfect.
He backed up a few more steps until the backs of his thighs
hit the bed, and he stopped. “Do you want me to sit, lie down, or stand?” he
asked, his voice rough. Gods, he wanted to touch her, wanted to feed her, but
this was Willow’s show, and he was just the willing participant.
She blinked up at him, the need and temptation swirling in
those depths mixing with his own, forcing him to swallow, hard. “You just stand
right there while I take care of you.”
He sucked in a breath as she went to her knees, her nails
raking down his hips and thighs. The slight burn went away in a flash as she
licked the crown of his cock.
“Hell, you don’t have to do this, Willow.” Though he totally
wanted her to.
She just rolled her eyes then licked down his cock. “I’m
allowed to like blow jobs, you know. I might not be the best at them, but I’m
also not the sweet and innocent little lamb who needs to be afraid of your
cock.”
The laugh burst out of him before he could pull it back.
Gods, he loved his Willow. “First, you fucking rock at blow jobs. You know I
love them since I usually can’t last more than a few minutes with my cock
between your lips. Second? You’re still sweet and innocent, but wrapped around
a vixen that I adore. So I’m just going to stand here like you told me to and
keep my mouth shut because I know you’re not scared of my cock and I’d rather
you continue what you’re doing. Then we can explore other ways to use my cock
in a bit.” The last was said with a growl.
She snorted and shook her head before leaning back to look
at him. “We’ve been mated for a while now, and I never get over the fact that I
love touching you so much.”
He would have brought her up to him and laid her down on the
bed right then, but she wrapped her fist around his dick and sucked on the tip.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as she went down on him, her tongue
rolling along his shaft as he went deeper into her mouth. She bobbed her head,
her hand rubbing along the places her mouth couldn’t reach, all the while
licking and sucking until his eyes just about crossed.
Her hand went to his balls, rolling them in her palm, and he
had to pull away, afraid he’d blow right then. He might have been a werewolf,
and he would have been able to get hard again right away, but he didn’t want to
come down her throat. No, he wanted to be deep inside her for their first time
together alone in so long.
He brought her to his lips, his tongue tangling with hers as
their mouths met, their kiss heated. Her nipples were hard little points
against his chest, and he growled,
wanting more
.
Wanting it all.
“Hey, I wasn’t finished,” Willow said on a pant as he
trailed his lips along her neck.
He nibbled around where he’d put his mate mark the first
time and grinned. Wolves healed quickly, and no one could actually see the
mark, but they could tell it was there, almost as if they had a sixth sense.
He might just have to nibble and bite a bit more so that
they could remember the mark and the meaning behind it.
Maybe she’d even bite him as well.
His cock twitched against her belly, and he figured biting
sounded like a perfect idea.
“I want to come in you, with you. Please.” His hands cupped
her ass, bringing her even closer to him. He massaged the globes, spreading her
just a bit so he could run his fingers between her cheeks.
She gasped as his hands found her puckered hole, and he
grinned.
“Lie down on the bed. I’m in charge. Remember?”
She didn’t sound as sure as she had when they’d started, but
he didn’t care. As long as they were together, anything was perfection.
He moved back and lay on the bed, his hands raised so he
could help her straddle him. They didn’t need a condom since having another
baby was always in the back of their minds.
That meant he could feel her around him while he was bare,
skin to skin.
Fuck yeah.
Their eyes met, and she took one hand and lowered it so she
could guide him in. He swallowed hard as his cock slid into her pussy, one
achingly slow inch at a time. Their breath came in pants as she sank onto him
until she was fully seated and his cock was deep within her.
“Sweet goddess, you’ve never felt better, baby.”
“I feel like it’s been ages. I love you so much, Jasper.”
He reached up and framed her face. “I love you too, my mate,
my Willow. Now ride me.”
She grinned and gave a small nod before moving. Her hips
rocked back and forth as she settled on him, both of them remembering how much
they loved this. How much they’d missed this. Finally, she moved up slowly, her
hands on his shoulders for balance, and they both groaned. She sank back onto
him then moved again, riding him slowly, picking up the pace until they were
both out of breath.
He reached up and plucked at her nipples then raised his
head so he could suck one into his mouth. Her sweet taste danced on his tongue,
and he growled, wanting more.
Willow moved up and threw her head back, her breasts
bouncing as she rode him. He gripped her hips and moved his own, thrusting into
her with all his strength. She looked down and met his gaze, his name a whisper
on her lips as the walls of her pussy clamped down on him, her orgasm taking
her over. His balls tightened, and that surge of sensation shot down his spine
as he came within her, spilling his seed and filling her.
She kept moving her hips, milking him until, finally, she
collapsed on top of him, their heartbeats synced together, their wolves howling
at their closeness. All Jasper could do was wrap his arms around her and kiss her
temple.
“I don’t think it’s ever been that good,” he rasped out.
“We’ll just have to practice again to make sure. You know,
just in case.”
He chuckled, even as his cock hardened within her. “I think
I’m up for that.”
She rolled her eyes at his not-so-subtle joke but took his
lips in a sweet kiss.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
He swallowed hard, tears threatening to fill his eyes. “Me
too, Willow. Me too.”
“Cookie?”
Edward Jamenson paused in the middle of the sentence he’d
been trying to read and looked down at his two-year-old granddaughter.
Brie had her tiny fist full of half-eaten cookie, waving it
in his direction. He smiled at the one pigtail still up on top of her head. The
other one Pat had put in her hair that morning was long gone. Now a little
tangle of brown hair seemed to be in its place.
He leaned down and nibbled on the edge of the sugar cookie.
She’d left part of it clear from her mouth, so it wasn’t as damp as it could
have been. With one last look at the texts he should have been reading, he
pulled away from his desk and held out his arms.
Brie scrambled onto his lap and stuck her nose in his neck.
He hugged her hard, that ache from not having babies this age of his own anymore
coming and going quickly. He wasn’t as bad as Pat when it came to missing their
children as babies, but he had his moments.
He kissed Brie’s cheek then moved so they were face to face.
She had his eyes. The same eyes of her father. The same eyes of
his
father.
She was a Jamenson through and through, and Edward would not
let anything happen to this little girl.
Nor would he let anything happen to any of his other
grandchildren who seemed to be growing in number almost daily.
“You’re sweeter than the cookie, princess.” She put her free
hand on his face, and he could hear the stubble from his beard scraping her
hand. He held back a curse that he hadn’t shaved that morning like he usually
did, but he’d been stressed.
Something was coming, something far worse than they’d been
through so far, and he didn’t know how to fix it.
Hence the reason he was studying the ancient texts the
elders had let him borrow. He needed to see if there was a way to take down a
demon from hell.
Right now, though, he didn’t want to think about any of
that. No, he wanted only to deal with the little ball of goodness and light in
his arms.
Brie stared at him and tilted her head, a movement so like
Jasper it made Edward blink. “You look sad, Grandpa.”
She kissed his nose, and his wolf, the strongest in the
Redwood Pack and one of the most dominant in the entire country, bowed his
head, the love for this little girl ignoring—at least for the moment—any
hierarchy and power it held.
“I’m not sad now that you’re here.” He didn’t lie, not then.
Brie and her cousins were the ones he was fighting for. He wanted to ensure
their futures and would do anything to make that happen.
Jasper and Willow were at the cabin and had been for almost
a day now since it was around noon. They would be coming home within the next
day to do what they had to within the Pack, but for right then, Edward could
feel, within their bonds, that they were at peace.
He’d failed his son. He hadn’t been able to see that Jasper
needed more help until it was almost too late. He’d almost lost his son because
he’d been focused on other things.
There was no excuse for that, and he wouldn’t let that
happen again.
“You’re sad again, Grandpa,” Brie said then kissed his
cheek. Edward grinned then ate the rest of the cookie in her hand. Her eyes
widened, and her mouth opened. “You ate all my cookie!”
He swallowed and grinned. “Yep. Guess you were too slow.
Looks like we’ll have to get you another.”
“With frosting?” Her eyes glittered, and Edward laughed.
“We’ll see if that can be arranged.”
“Are you stealing cookies from babies now, Alpha?” Pat asked
as she strolled into the room.
Edward looked up at his mate and the love of his life and
sighed. He loved her just as much today, if not more, than he had when they
first set the bond. Her light brown hair framed her face, and she had a dash of
flour on her cheek from baking with Brie. He’d always found her softer than the
other wolves, rounder in some cases. The physical shell, though, surrounded a
woman with a backbone of steel.
Brie turned in Edward’s lap so she was facing Pat. “He said
he’d get me another one so it’s okay, Grandma.”
Pat raised a brow then walked over to them, a smile forming
on her face. She was just as much of a sucker as he was when it came to their
grandchildren—though he might have been worse. He might be Alpha, but he
spoiled the kids rotten before he handed them off to their parents on sugar
highs.
It was really the only way to treat grandkids.
Pat ran a hand over Brie’s head then through his hair. He’d
been growing it as long as Jasper’s recently, and he knew he needed to cut it.
He just hadn’t had the motivation to do so. Other things were more
important—like the two females in the room with him.
“I suppose we have another cookie for you in the kitchen,
darling,” Pat said, her eyes on Edward. “The frosting kind, right? Isn’t that
what the two of you were saying?”
His mate’s hearing scared him sometimes.
“I love frosting,” Brie said, and Edward just smiled at his
mate.
“You heard her. She loves frosting.”
“And I bet it doesn’t hurt that you happen to love those
types of cookies too?”
“Doesn’t hurt a bit.”
Her eyes skimmed over his shoulder at the texts on his desk,
but he gave a small shake of his head. He could take an hour with Brie and Pat
and enjoy himself before he went back to his duties.
She nodded then picked Brie off his lap. The three of them had
made it into the kitchen when the front door opened to reveal Logan and Caitlin.
Edward narrowed his eyes at the new Redwood wolf who seemed to be walking a
little too close to his precious, precious daughter.
Cailin caught the look and growled. “Dad.”
“What?” he asked, his voice all innocence.
Edward glared at Logan who smiled at Caitlin and then met
Edward’s gaze without blinking. Oh yes, there would be a long talk about what
exactly
was going on between his only daughter and this wolf.
Soon.
“Cookie!” Brie screamed from beside him, and Cailin smiled
brightly at her niece.
“With the frosting? You know, munchkin, those are Grandpa’s and
my favorites, right?”
“Uh huh. That’s why I wanted them. It makes Grandpa happy.”
Edward blinked hard, something looking oddly like tears
threatening to fill his eyes. He wouldn’t cry at a sweet little girl’s words.
Not when Logan was so near.
No, he needed to act the strong Alpha and father of the
Redwood Pack princess, not like the grandpa who wanted to hug his granddaughter
close and forget about the war, if only for a moment.
They munched on cookies and talked about trivial things
before finally discussing exactly what Cailin would be doing to help her
brother.
“I know I’m not connected like you are, Dad. But I can
help.”
Edward looked at his daughter, the one who had been trying
to navigate her way through the Pack and find her place for so long. She’d been
floundering.
“I think you can, Cailin. I trust you.”
Cailin’s eyes widened, and Pat smiled behind her. He felt
Logan’s pleasure at the thought of Cailin’s happiness, and that settled his own
wolf some. Logan would be good for Cailin once they figured out what they
wanted.
“I won’t let you down.”
Brie pulled herself onto Cailin’s lap and kissed her cheek.
“Of course you won’t. You’re a Jamenson.”
Out of the mouths of babes.
Edward smiled at his family and settled into his chair. The
war would rage, and battles would be fought, but if he didn’t have the strength
in body and mind that came with that came with knowing he had something to
fight for, he wouldn’t make it.
The Jamensons wouldn’t let the Pack down.
He thought back to Jasper and Willow and why they’d needed
the break.
It was time to make sure the Pack didn’t let the Jamensons
down.