Mating Seduction-epub (7 page)

It wasn’t Diamond and Lexie.

It was Diamond, Lexie and Jackson.

She pushed the thought of her head and went into the great room.

Scanning a newspaper, Jackson sat in the leather chair by the fireplace. His thick hair was damp and slicked back from his forehead. In neatly-pressed jeans and a royal-blue sweater that matched his eyes, he looked sexy and very tempting.

Lexie took a seat on the couch to avoid temptation. “What’s that you’re reading?”

“Gauging how much a champion barrel racing mare’s foal will fetch at auction.”

“You’re going to buy another horse?” she asked.

He set down the paper and braced his hands on his knees. “No. I’m breeding Diamond with Big Boy in the spring.”

Lexie’s jaw dropped. “You can’t do that! The best barrel racing horse in the west and you’re going to turn her into a brood mare?”

“Her foal will fetch a good price on the market with Big Boy as the sire. This is a working ranch. Every single member of the pack contributes to the whole and this is my contribution to keep the ranch’s operational budget in the black.”

“Then sell your cutting horse, damnit, do something else, but don’t do this to Diamond!”

“She can’t stay a maiden forever. It’s time,” he said gently.

“You have something against maidens, Jackson?”

“No. But I do think it’s wrong for a female to resist what comes naturally and deny her nature.” His intense gaze focused on her. “Let me guide you, Lex. Don’t fight me on this. Let me be your teacher and show you all the pleasures that await you in my bed.”

“I don’t have a choice, just like Diamond. You’ve got the upper hand and you’ll force us into doing whatever pleases you.” Bitterness raged through her. She turned on her heels and started stalking away, but he sprang up and clasped her wrist.

His dark brows drew together and he looked dangerous. For the first time, she was slightly afraid of this Lupine, afraid of his power. “Let go, Jackson.”

“No, not until I have your full attention and you listen to what I say.”

Caution filled her. She turned and looked him in the eye.

“Let’s get one thing straight. I’ve never forced a woman into having sex with me. I made this deal with you because I want you so much, Lex, but if you refuse then  I’ll make you another deal. Give you a chance to back out, though I know you want me as much as I want you.”

Lexie studied his solemn expression. “Terms?”

“Tonight, after dinner and all the formalities are over, you move into the master bedroom and await me there in bed. I’ll be there at nine sharp. You’ll give me twenty minutes of doing as I please. My hands won’t touch you below the waist. And after, if you don’t want me, then all you have to do is say no. One simple word and I’ll obey.”

She suspected “everything” might be more than she could handle, but she had willpower. Well, except when it came to food. And Jackson… she could handle him.

I hope.

“That’s a big gamble you’re taking, cowboy.”

“I’m willing to bet on it.”

Never before had she seen him this serious. Lexie blew out a deep sigh. “That’s it? All I say is no? And I still get to race Diamond?”

He nodded, but a slow smile curved his lips. “Of course I’m going to do my damnedest to get to you to say yes. Everything is fair game. Even ice cream.”

“Ha.”

Jackson stuck out a palm. “Deal?”

She slid her hand into his. But instead of shaking it, he gave her knuckles a long, slow lick, sending heat spiraling through her body.

His voice deepened into a husky drawl. “I’m going to teach you about passion, Lex, and all the desire you’ve been fighting for so long. You will surrender to me in bed.”

“Doubt it,” she choked out, yanking her hand away.

Jackson smiled. “Know this, Lex. I’m a gambling man. And I don’t ever lose.”

Lexie barely touched a bite during dinner. Upstairs in the master bedroom, she awaited Jackson in purple fuzzy socks and rumpled pink pajamas with little bunnies. Nothing to arouse his passion..

Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Jackson walked into the bedroom, carrying a silver champagne bucket in one hand and an alarm clock in the other. He wore jeans and the same blue sweater he’d worn to dinner, but was barefoot.

Lexie hadn’t gone barefoot since she was twelve. Since before her first shift into wolf…

“Oh wow. Rabbits. They really turn me on,” he murmured.

“These?”

“I’m a wolf, remember?”

Grinning at her, he set the ice bucket and the clock on the nightstand. Lexie peered inside the bucket. “Ice? Without the cream?”

Jackson winked at her. “The cream will come soon enough.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Nothing. I’ll do everything. Just lie back on the bed and relax.”

Relax. Right. Every muscle knotted, she rested against the pillows stacked against the leather headboard, watching him. He set the clock’s timer.

“Twenty minutes, as promised.” He held up his hands. “These will not touch you below the waist. As agreed.”

Jackson sat on the bed and stroked a finger across the collar of the buttoned pajama top. Heat flared where his fingertips brushed her bare skin. With the experience of a man who knew how to undress a woman, he unfastened the first two buttons and tugged open the lapels. Cool air from the opened window stroked over her exposed skin.

Ice crackled as he reached into the bucket and removed a single cube. He put it halfway into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the rim, each stroke slow and deliberate. “It’s cold in here now. But soon, it’s going to be very, very hot.”

She could easily resist him, Lexie assured herself.

“You don’t want me to get undressed?” she asked, feeling bold and daring.

“Not yet. A little demonstration first.”

Intrigued, she watched him take the ice cube and hold it up. It glittered in the lamplight like a crystal.

“This is what I’m going to do to you, eventually,” he whispered. “I’m going to spread your legs wide, put my mouth on you and love you.”

Water dripped from the melting cube. His tongue ran around the cube’s rim, flicking hard and fast. A slow pulse between her clenched legs became a stroke of heat, timed to each brush of his tongue.

Lexie wanted to squirm and thrash on the bed and forced herself to lie perfectly still. He stopped flicking his tongue over the cube and set it on the nightstand. Water trickled over the oak, dripping onto the white carpet.

The Lupine had a hot tongue.

Jackson leaned over her and unfastened the rest of her pajama top, parting the fabric a few inches but leaving her breasts covered. She watched him with wary suspicion as he picked up the ice cube again.

Coldness met her flesh as he ran the ice over her bare skin. A thin trickle of water drizzled over her chest, down to pool on her breasts and abdomen. Something dark and spicy perfumed the air. With a start, she realized it was Jackson, emitting a scent so powerful, it aroused her to a fever pitch. .

Jackson traced the ice down her quivering torso, his mouth trailing over every droplet to lick it up. Each pearl of water met with a slow stroke of his tongue.

His knuckles brushed over the slopes of her breasts. Her nipples peaked into hard little points.

“You’re so lovely, Lexie. So damn pretty, enough to drive a male wild.” Jackson sat back and stroked a finger down her exposed flesh. “You’re the only female I’ve really wanted for the past two years. The only one I’ve ever wanted to spend all my time with. Want to know something I’ve never told anyone else?”

Wordlessly, she nodded.

“All those long, lonely times by myself out on the range, just me and the cattle, I’d lie on my bedroll at night and look at the stars. Sometimes I felt so lonely I wanted to die, and I’d think of you, looking at the same night sky, and the loneliness would ease a little. Then I’d fall asleep, keeping you in my thoughts so I could have you close to me, even if only in my dreams.”

Her heart shattered at his tender confession. No one had ever looked at her that way, as if she were his entire world.

She dared to touch his hand, confessing, too. “I always dreamed of you, Jackson. Always. Because ever since that kiss in the barn, I’ve wanted you. But we can’t always have what we want.”

“You can have me now, Lex. All of me. No conditions, no terms,” he said softly.

The offer now stretched out between them, smooth like a silken sheet. Heart beating a frenetic pace, Lexie waited, feeling the blood race through her veins.

Silence quivered in the air for a moment.

Jackson stroked a fingertip across her pajama top, over her cresting nipple. It was barely a touch, but made her jerk upright, her hips rise upward. He took Lexie’s palm and placed her hand over her lower abdomen. “Your hips thrusting upward is your body’s natural response to wanting me deep inside you.”

Then he guided her palm to the big bulge in his jeans.

“This is me, wanting to be deep inside you.”

His calloused fingers clasping her wrist, he slid her palm lower, between her legs. Jackson began to stroke her hand between her legs, over her throbbing clit.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me below the waist!”

“I’m not the one touching you, sweetheart.” His gaze was dark and wicked with promise. “Doesn’t it feel good, Lex? Feel so good? Just a minute more?”

Up, down. She bit her lip, grinding her hips into the bed.

He took her other hand, slid her finger into his warm, wet mouth and sucked, flicking with his tongue. Each slow, sensual stroke of his velvet tongue intensified the throbbing low in her groin. Her breath hitched as their gazes locked, his dark and intent.

The heady scent of him, sharp pine and tangy earth and polished leather, teased her nostrils. The roughness of work-hardened fingers pressed against her hand. So masculine and powerful. Her female Lupine wanted to slide beneath him, surrender to his wicked need.

But he showed no interest in satisfying himself, only her.

He kept sliding her fingers between her legs, and it wasn’t enough. She spread her thighs wider and closed her eyes, as her hand stroked over her dampening feminine flesh, Jackson lightly clasped her wrist. He leaned close, his warm breath feathering over her ear. Wetness soaked her pajama bottom from her arousal.

“You’re getting wet and slick, ready to take my cock inside you. You like the idea of my big, thick hard cock sliding into your pussy, all nice and tight, feeling me fill you.”

Lightly, he bit her earlobe. She moaned.

“Imagine me on top of you, Lex. I’m covering you, like a big stallion covering a mare. You’re naked beneath me and helpless to resist. I’m ready to fuck you, gently at first, and then after I take your virginity and you feel nothing but pleasure, you’ll feel my thick cock hard inside you, pushing deep and deeper still. I’m fucking you hard now…”

The throbbing tension between her legs intensified. She imagined his huge cock at the entrance of her wet slit, ready to pierce and claim.

Pressure left the back of her hand. Jackson began palming her breasts, thumbing her nipples. She should stop, stop now, but her hand slid over her throbbing clit, the excruciating pleasure intensifying.

“And now I’m fucking you hard until you can’t feel anything but me, my cock deep inside you, taking you hard and fast because it wants inside your sweet pussy, claiming every single, silky, wet inch of you.”

A low moan escaped her as she saw the image he verbally painted. His naked, muscular body straddling hers, his enormous shaft straining in eagerness.

Her core clenched, squeezed with want, needing to be filled. Lexie increased the tempo to the rhythm of his hands over her breasts as he squeezed and kneaded. A cascade of feelings tumbled through her with frightening speed. Desire. Pleasure. And sheer need billowed through her.

Dampness gushed from her in a river.

“Feel me now inside you, doesn’t that feel good, you’re so wet and your honey is drenching me, ah, shit, your scent is driving my wolf wild, I want to fuck you so badly.”

The coiled tension in her loins built higher and higher until every inch of her body strained. Strained to touch him, to feel his warm flesh beneath her trembling fingers, to guide his thick shaft inside her.

“That’s it, my sweet girl, let go, let go, come for me,” he commanded.

Her finger circled her clit harder, and she arched upward with a loud shriek of his name. The tension shattered, pleasure exploding throughout her body. .

She convulsed, the shudders wracking her body, flying and never wanting to land, flying to the moon, the damnable moon that made her wolf ache to be free.

Sobbing, Lexie fell back to the bed. Jackson brushed a tender kiss against her perspiring temple.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispered into her ear and gave the lobe a tender lick. “I love watching you.”

The alarm clock dinged. Jackson flicked off the switch and stood up, grabbing the ice bucket.

Dazed, she opened her eyes. “That’s it? You’re leaving me?”

Dark intensity filled his gaze. “Do you want me, Lexie? Want me claiming you in the flesh, my cock deep inside you? Do you want me to make you come over and over and over until you can’t take it anymore and you beg me to stop?”

His voice became a husky, velvet whisper. “Do you want us to be lovers?”

Her body tightened as fresh arousal surged between her legs. I want, she thought.
I want so much.

“Yes,” she bit out. “Oh yes.”

A slow, seductive smile tugged his full mouth upward. “Soon, we will. Sweet dreams.”

Eyes wide, she stared at him in confusion.

He dropped the smile and assumed that hot, intense look again. “I’m going to show you exactly how much pleasure I can give you, Lexie. A lifetime’s worth.”

“You can’t seduce me into mating with you,” she blurted out.

Jackson touched her cheek, leaving her hot and hungry once more, aching for his touch. “We’ll see.”

The door closed behind him, leaving her wondering what the hell she’d gotten into.