Big Bad Bite (31 page)

The two of them were so wrapped up in each
other, and in the moment, that they failed to notice the many items
levitating inches in the air throughout the room. The table and
chairs. Jenna’s duffle bag and clothes. Small items such as the
television remote, the couch’s throw pillows, and the room’s
landline telephone, all hung at least three inches off their
surfaces. Even the couch was off the floor by an inch. But Adam and
Jenna couldn’t see anything but the person they were with. Adam
moved slowly in and out until he had worked a couple more inches of
himself inside of her, but had to stop in shock at the barrier that
he met there.

His surprised voice was low and husky when he
croaked, “You’re a virgin?”

Her thighs shifted to cling to his hips, the
heels of her feet digging into his buttocks as she tried to urge
him to continue. She reached one hand up to dig her nails into his
shoulder and laid her other hand on the side of his face, tears
glistening in her eyes.

“I need this. I need you, Adam. Don’t stop.
Make love to me. Please, please don’t stop.”

She dug her heels into the cheeks of his ass
again to encourage forward movement, but Adam didn’t need any more
convincing. The elation he felt at knowing that he would be her
first, her last, and her only, bloomed inside his chest, filling it
with love and respect until he thought he might burst. He pushed
forward gently until he felt her barrier give, and he surged
inside. Fully seated in her, a pained gasp filled the air. Her body
shivered in need, and her chest started to rise and fall rapidly in
excited pants. There was no regret on her lovely face. Only an
aroused excitement as he gingerly started to slide in and out of
her snug depths.

Adam was far from a virgin. After all, he was
sixty years old. He’d been sexually active since he’d turned
seventeen and his Dad had slipped him a box of condoms on the sly.
But as he looked down into his mate’s eyes, he knew without a doubt
that his wolf had been right, she was their mate, and he saw his
long promiscuous past disappearing. Everything with Jenna felt a
hundred times more than anything else he’d ever felt. Every slow
slide of skin on skin felt as if it were reaching past his physical
shell and slipping somewhere inside of him. Every whisper of a kiss
addicted him further to whatever drugging essence she was made of.
Where her hot hands clenched his body felt as if brands would be
left behind in their wake. His entire world had shifted the second
he’d slid inside of her, and he wouldn’t change it, or the
consequences that might come from it, for the world.

Jenna started to move with him, undulating
under his body to match his thrusts. Accepting him inside her
repeatedly until all hints of pain were gone and her moans of
pleasure intensified. The tight muscles encasing him started to
flutter again, and he began to grind down on her clit as he plunged
deep inside her. Her movements sped up in a frantic pattern, so he
wrapped his arms around her back and placed his hands on her
shoulders, holding her immobile to his control over her body.
Driving his cock into her a little faster, a little harder, he
reveled at the slide of his hot flesh in hers. The way they fit
perfectly together.

Suddenly, it was like a litany running
through his head.

Mine, mine, mine, mine.

The wolf had taken over, shoving his human
half away. Their combined smell surrounded him. Her aroused wet sex
was intoxicating, mixed with his hard lust. His desperate need for
all things Jenna intensified. For her soft pink mouth, that satin
skin, the feel of her fingers clutching him frantically as if she
were afraid he would pull away. That would never happen though. All
he could do was continue giving, continue thrusting into her.

Her ragged moans encouraged him to give her
more, so he angled his hips, letting his cock sink deeper inside of
her. The tip of him rubbed against that magical spot inside that
would drive her to the pinnacle of pleasure, and she started to
buck up against him wildly in response. Her moans turned to
agonized gasps, pleas, and then she was screaming against his
throat as she clamped down on him, climaxing with him still buried
inside of her. The combination of her reactions sent his wolf over
the edge.

His hips turned into a jackhammer, pounding
away at her. Everything was heightened. Tension. Urgency. The
pleasure was building inside of him as if it were a dam on the
verge of bursting open. His canines elongated again in his mouth,
and he barely curbed the instinct to bury them in the tender
tissues above the juncture where her shoulder and neck met.

Soon.

Soon Adam would be able to place his mark on
Jenna’s naked, ivory skin for the world to see that she was his
mate. His heart. His soul. Always and only, his.

Jenna’s fingertips slid from his shoulders
and down to his chest where she dug her nails in. Gouging them into
his pecs as her back bowed violently and she cried out in ecstasy
as a second, stronger orgasm hit her. The hotel room’s levitating
items dropped back to their original destinations as if nothing
extraordinary had ever happened to them. The two lovers would never
know what had happened to the inanimate objects while they had been
immersed in one another. Adam felt a tingle at the base of his
spine, signaling the rapturous end to come. His thrusts became
mantic as he rode the shattering release while his seed spilled out
of him to fill her. Infusing her with his scent, at least, since he
couldn’t give her his mark yet.

Jenna’s body continued to shudder with the
last waves of explosive sensation, and then Adam was collapsed on
top of her. Caging her in his arms before rolling them to their
sides so that she could breathe. Growling in content he ran his
hand down her sweat soaked skin until she finally lay next to his
own glistening body, sleeping peacefully. He looked down at the
woman who would become his mate, and only one thought came to
mind.

So this is what I needed to live happily
till the end of days.

I just needed her.

Chapter Fourteen

It was too warm. Was she in flippin’
Jamaica? Something moved against her back and Jenna’s eyes shot
open at the unfamiliar sensation. Her muscles tensed to move, but
before she got anywhere two bulky arms shifted to trap her against
the body that lay cuddled up to her backside.

A growly voice murmured, “Morning,
sweetheart.”

Her panic receded. If she’d taken two seconds
to think about it, she would have realized that her wolf didn’t
even blink an eye at the knowledge that someone was in bed with
them. Because she trusted the man who was holding her. Not to
mention she was all but panting to get frisky with his wolf. If her
wolf had perceived a threat of some kind, she would have woken
Jenna up rather violently to protect them from harm.

When Adam’s callused fingers started to trace
little circles on the skin of her stomach, she realized she hadn’t
responded to his greeting. Wiggling backwards a little to burrow
herself into his heat she mumbled a, ‘good morning’. Jenna normally
wouldn’t even dream of talking to someone before her first cup of
coffee, but those maddening little circles he was drawing on her
body had her ready to do more than talk. She timidly grabbed one of
his hands and led it to the juncture of her thighs, where that
needy ache was rapidly building.

Bending to bury his face in her neck, he
groaned against her skin, causing her to shiver at the small
vibrations. His fingers started to gently pet her, amping up her
arousal. Taking her from a groggy pre-caffeinated haze to seconds
from cresting the tsunami sized wave of pleasure. Using nothing but
those magical fingers that she was starting to think should be
dipped in gold and preserved for all time as the best fingers on
the planet. She felt the light bite of his teeth in her neck, and
her back bowed backwards into him as she fell over into the drug
like ecstasy of her release.

Seconds… minutes… or maybe even hours later,
when she came to again, Jenna was still wrapped in those strong
arms. Which would have been outstanding if her brother hadn’t
leaning over the bed with his face was hovering less than a foot
away from her head.

“Motherfu-“

She tried to jump out of Adam’s arms so that
she could hit Logan, but Adam tightened his arms to prevent her
escape.

“Ignore him.”

Grabbing the top of the sheet to make sure
she didn’t flash anything that would traumatize both her and Logan,
she pondered the possibility that she’d drained her lover of all
his sense when he’d poured himself into her last night. Her body
stilled at that alarming realization. Adam hadn’t used a condom
last night, and he sure as shit hadn’t pulled out. Good gravy… what
were the chances you could be knocked up your first time?

Seeing movement in front of her when she’d
spaced out and forgotten someone was actually in the room with
them, brought her back to the first problem.

“Ignore him? Are you kidding me? We’re naked
in the bed, he’s what I’m currently dubbing
my-creepy-beyond-all-reason little brother, and he’s in the room
with us examining us like we’re bugs on display. The reason I
should ignore him is?”

Adam murmured back half asleep, “If you
ignore him, then he’ll go away.”

“If I kill him then, he can’t bug me
anymore.”

“He’s not worth moving.”

“He is still in the room you know,” The
disgruntled Logan snapped.

Jenna pointed her finger at her brother. “You
don’t get to comment in this discussion. If you hadn’t come up in
here as if you owned the place, then this conversation wouldn’t be
happening.”

Logan crossed his arms over his chest and
pasted on a teasing smile. “I just wanted to see your mark. I
figured after all the noise I heard last night that you were a
married woman.”

MARRIED?! Mark? He’d actually HEARD HER last
night?!

Jenna’s hands covered her face in
mortification. If God were merciful, he’d make this bed open up
into a dark hole that she could disappear into. She spread two of
her fingers, peeking through her hand hoping to see that
all-encompassing hole.

Nope. No hole in sight. Just a smirking
brother. Damn. But she did note that Adam’s body had become
unbearably tight with tension behind her. Jenna couldn’t help but
wonder what his problem was. He hadn’t seemed to care that Logan
was in the room a moment ago, but now he acted as if he was
worried… or mad as hell. She couldn’t quite tell without seeing his
face.

Logan interrupted her internal debate, “So
why don’t you have a mark, big sister? I don’t have to kick his ass
do I?”

Looking at Logan like he’d smoked one too
many crack pipes, she asked, “Mark? You hittin’ some good shit,
Willis?”

Her brother never got a chance to respond.
Adam growled deep in his chest before Logan could say a word and
then ordered him out of the room in a tone of voice that an idiot
would have known to obey.

Throwing his hands in the air in a pose of
surrender, Logan slowly inched himself sideways towards the door.
Not exposing your back to an irritated Alpha wolf was pretty
flippin’ smart on his part.

“You’ve got it, bro. But you might want to
hurry and get the hell out of bed. We’ll be leaving for the club in
a few hours and Uncle Owen’s bitching about your little love fest
holding up progress.”

The door lock snicked shut with Logan’s
departure, and Jenna turned her head to look questioningly at the
tense expression Adam wore. A question that went unanswered as he
got out of the bed, baring that god-like body to her. The second
his feet were planted on the floor he scooped her up, carrying her
into the bathroom. She looked around, slightly confused as to why
she was being carried like an invalid.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you.”

“I can do that myself, you know.”

He let her feet drop to the tiled floor, but
kept his hands on her hips until he knew she was upright and
steady. Then he bent over a jacuzzi tub that looked as if it could
fit a small party in it, and turned the knobs on so that the
bathtub started to fill with steaming hot water. Without looking at
her, he answered, “I do know, however, I’m choosing to take care of
you because that is what I wish to do this afternoon.”

That made her pause. Apparently she had the
dominant wolf this morning instead of the romantic man. She watched
as he reached over to grab a glass bottle of bath salts and then
sprinkled them liberally in the water. After settling the bottle
back down, he looked at her.

“Do you need to use the facilities before we
get in?”

Holy man on a mountain. Did he just ask her
if she had to pee? What was he going to do, stand there and watch?
She literally felt the color draining from her face at the
horrifying thought that Adam would even
think
about her
peeing. Seriously, some things she never, ever, wanted him to think
about when he thought of her. Going to the bathroom was one of
them, damn it! She shook her head ‘no’ somewhat violently. Which
caused the wolf to chuff an amused laugh at her expense.

Damn arrogant men!

Then, before she could blink, he had her
scooped in his arms again as he carefully stepped into the tub
while cradling her. He eased them both down so that she was seated
in the bathtub in front of him, between his spread thighs. Pulling
her backwards to lean on his chest, he wrapped his arms so that
they were above and below her breasts, which were submerged in the
water. Rubbing his jaw against the side of her head he rumbled, “My
little wolf needs a bit of pampering, and I am glad to give it to
her since she gave herself to me last night.”

Jenna’s breath caught in her chest. The man
knew how to melt away her every fear, concern, and inhibition. She
couldn’t say that she was sorry to see them go when what she was
given in return were comments like that. Or moments like this.