Jezebel's Lion (3 page)

Brandon shook his head. He didn’t know what he
should feel about his mate’s friend trying to pimp her onto him. He walked to
his side of the car and got in. He put the keys in the ignition and glanced at
Jezebel to see her dozing before turning back to the road and driving the
couple of streets over to his house. He’d bought the house only a couple of
months after Savron bought his. He wanted to be close to his brother, and this
neighborhood was all shifters.

Pulling into his driveway Brandon opened his garage
door and drove in. Parking, he stopped his car and got out of the car and went
around and gently lifted his sleeping mate out of the car.

“I’m
nots
home, am I?”
Jezebel said sleepily, not even opening her eyes in his arms.

“No, you’re not home.”

Jezebel snuggled into him. “
Mmm
,
that’s good.”

Shifting her up on him, Brandon held her tight as he
let go with one hand and unlocked the garage door to his house and walked into
the dining room off his kitchen, then kicked the door behind him closed.

He walked with his precious bundle to his room and
placed her on his bed. Jezebel groaned and wiggled deeper into the bed. Brandon
debated if he should take her clothes off. She was wearing a dress and heels. Surely
they couldn’t be comfortable to sleep in. Leaning down, he took her shoes off
and placed them at the end of the bed. When he went back to Jezebel he noticed
that the dress had hiked up revealing thick, shapely thighs. Unable to resist
and eager to see more of her he whispered, “Help me get you out of your
clothes?”

Jezebel moaned and sat up wriggling out of the dress
and threw it on the floor. Then she sighed and lay back down, the whole time
not opening her eyes.

Brandon’s grin turned into an agonizing growl at the
sight before him. Jezebel lay on the bed in
a black
,
lacy lingerie set, her breasts spilling out of the cups. Taking a deep breath
in he tried to calm his raging body, which burned for the woman lying in front
of him. Should he sleep somewhere else? If he got into bed beside her, would he
be able to control himself? Brandon reminded himself she was drunk and didn’t
know him. He wanted to hold her so bad. Brandon wanted to be with her. He could
do this. Letting out a breath he stripped out of his clothes and placed them in
the washing basket before he got on the bed and gently gathered Jezebel to him.
Jezebel didn’t resist and came willingly, even sighing and wrapping her arms
around him.

Brandon chuckled as her mobile fell out of her bra
when she took a deep breath and snuggled into him better. Reaching for her
phone he wrote a message and found a number that said “Mom” and another that
said “Dad” and sent the message to them. He put the phone on the bedside table
and then wrapped his arms around Jezebel. He held his mate to his naked body,
content, and let sleep take him.

Chapter
Two

Jess was having the best dream. She didn’t want to
wake. A strong, manly spicy scent surrounded her, and the rough pads of
fingertips glided over her body sending delicious tingles coursing straight to
her pussy. Her hands roamed over a hard muscular body. Jess could feel the
impressive erection pressed against her thighs.

She’d had dreams like this before, but none had ever
felt so real. As she became more awake a loud purring made itself known. The
chest she was on rattled with the noise. A big cat was nearby, and it was
ruining her dream.

“
Mmm
,
what a weird dream.
I don’t like cats. I hate cats. I
wonder why one would be in my dream ruining it. I’m a dog person, have been
since my fifth birthday and that nasty cat scratched me so much I spent the
rest of the day at the doctor.” The purring stopped, and Jess hoped a cat
wasn’t around ready to pounce and scratch her eyes out. “Argh, maybe I’m having
a nightmare.”

Jess sat up and slowly opened her eyes as a deep
voice moaned, “What is the deal with mates not liking cats?”

Eyes widening she let out a scream as she looked
into Brandon Pride’s face. Backing up, she fell off the bed, which had the
breath leaving her, and her scream stopped. She stumbled to a stand and noticed
all she had on was her lingerie. “Oh. My.
God.
Oh. My.
God.”
Her mind went blank for a moment as she looked
down at her flabby stomach, then back at the naked god before her. Then her
brain seemed to click back into motion. “Why the hell am I naked? Why on earth
am I here?” Jess looked around her at the sparse room. “Where am I?” Brandon
stood, and Jess felt her mouth drop wide open.

“You’re not naked. You have a bra and underwear on.
You’re here because you asked not to go home because you were drunk. And lastly,
you’re at my house.”

Jess closed her mouth but couldn’t stop staring at
him. Brandon was amazing. He was tall, six something and pure muscle. His
gorgeous blond hair was long enough that she wanted to brush it out of his eyes,
which were green one moment and then flashed gold the next. His stance was that
of a man who knew his power. He didn’t care that he was as naked as the day he
was born. Her eyes traveled over his toned, tight body, but her gaze kept straying
to his manhood, which was now growing.

“If you keep looking at it like that I will not be
accountable for my actions.”

She snapped her gaze up to his face and felt her
whole body heat with embarrassment at being caught staring. She wished what he
said was true. What she wouldn’t give to lose her virginity to someone as
experienced as he was and as handsome as he was. Jess had heard stories about
how passionate and virile the Pride men were. Brandon was way out of her
league, but if she could have just the one time to know what it could be like,
she knew she would be happy.

Taking a deep breath she asked herself what
was the worst he could do
, besides reject her? She could
handle that. It wasn’t like she would ever see him again. Running her fingers
through her hair, she curled her lips up in what she hoped was a smile,
straightened her back, and walked towards him.

When she stood in front of Brandon, who stared at
her with wide golden eyes, Jess slowly ran the tips of her fingers over his
chest and looked up into his strong, masculine face. “Maybe I like what I see.
What would you do if I said I won’t hold you accountable? That I’m hoping my
looking causes you to take action.”

Quick as lightning Brandon grabbed her hands and
held them tight. On a strangled moan his mouth come down and took hers. His
lips were hard at first and softened the more she relaxed.

Jess was nervous. She couldn’t believe she was doing
this and who she was doing it with. His tongue traced her lips, seeking entry,
and she opened and met his tongue with hers letting the burning inside her take
over.

Brandon let go of her hand, and his came and rested
on her back before sliding down and gripping her ass in his palms. He squeezed
her globes as his mouth took everything she could give until she pulled away
gasping for breath. Brandon didn’t stop. His lips trailed down and sucked on
her neck. He pushed her closer against his hard body, grinding her against him.

Jess couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her body was
alight, and she felt an all-consuming passion take over her. Her body tingled,
and Brandon’s touch made the fire burn higher. He picked her up and placed her
on the bed, then lay over her, caging her in before she even had a chance to
think about the new position.

Brandon moved his hands from her ass, and they came
up and cupped her breasts pushing them up over her bra so they looked like an
offering. He left the crest of her neck and stared at the offering.

“I love your breasts. They’re perfect.” He moaned
and leaned down to lick over one of her pointed nipples. He then swapped and did
the same to the other. A shot of ecstasy slammed straight to her pussy. Brandon
caressed her breasts and sucked her nipples, swapping to make sure he didn’t
give one more attention than the other.

Jess didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Her
body was burning up, and she knew she needed to come. She wanted to touch him,
but she wasn’t sure if she should, so she gripped the sheets.

Brandon purred, and his whole body vibrated with it.
Jess shivered at the strange sensation. He kissed his way down her body and
slid her panties off. Jess stilled as his tongue swiped over her pussy tickling
her clit.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

The purring got louder, and the vibrating had her so
close to the edge.
 

Brandon laved at her, and she couldn’t hold onto the
sheets anymore. She needed a better anchor. Her hands gripped his hair, and he
growled, then sucked her clit in and let it out with a gentle nip that had her
body exploding and her hands falling to her sides. Brandon lapped at her pussy like
a cat that had discovered a bowl of cream.

Jess had never felt anything like this. She’d
masturbated before, but nothing had ever felt this good. Brandon was doing
everything so well, that she wondered for a moment if she would regret this
because surely she would never have someone like this again.

Basking in her orgasm it took a moment to notice
Brandon had stopped and was now hovering over her. “You’re the most beautiful
sight I’ve ever seen. Jezebel, you’re mine.” He lined his cock up to her
entrance, and she felt him ease his way into her.

Jess panted as new sensations coursed through her.
Her arms came around his back, and she closed her eyes and told herself to
relax. Brandon paused at her virgin barrier. His hands cupped her face, and she
felt his rough pads brush her cheek.

“Open those pretty eyes.” She did and looked up into
eyes of pure gold. “You, Jezebel, are mine. No one else will ever touch you
like I am now. No one will ever kiss you the way I do. I am yours, and you are
mine.” Brandon eased out of her and gave a powerful push inside her, breaking
her barrier as his face buried into her shoulder and bit where her neck met her
shoulder.

Jess screamed as pain overcame the pleasure she’d
been feeling only minutes before. Brandon stilled inside her, but she would
swear she could feel fangs dig into her, and the feeling wasn’t as bad as she
first thought. She unclamped her fingers as they dug into his back and tried to
push him off. Brandon licked her shoulder and then kissed it. His head came
back up, and his golden eyes met hers.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want to hurt you,
but it couldn’t be helped.” His lips brushed over hers. “Is it still hurting?”

Taking a calming breath in, she closed her eyes and
concentrated on her body. The pain was gone, and the burning was again slowly
building. Jess’s shoulder didn’t hurt where he’d bitten, and his cock, which
was deep in her core, was a dull throb. Opening her eyes she stared up into his
captivating eyes and wiggled experimentally. Jess watched as his jaw clenched, and
his body tightened. Then his eyes grew wider, and an agonizing moan slipped
past his lips. Jess felt a new power wash over her at the way his body reacted.
She ran her fingertips up and down his back until she settled on his toned ass.

“You can move now.”
 
Brandon’s body
relaxed,
and he brushed his lips
over hers before he slowly eased out of her and moved back in again. An
onslaught of tingling ecstasy flowed through her body with each move he made.
Feelings and sensations she’d never felt before bombarded her, and she let
herself bask in it.

Brandon kept an easy slow pace at first until she
felt so high that she knew she would yell at him if he didn’t do something
more. She squeezed his ass and moved herself up to meet his motion this time.

“I’m trying to be gentle. You need to stop before I
snap.” Brandon leaned down and growled in her ear. Jess shivered at his
scratchy voice. Brandon nipped her ear, and she moaned as the tingling shot straight
to her pussy.

Jess thrust up to meet him again. “Snap. I need
more. I need to come.”

Brandon snarled and gripped her legs, wrapping them
around him. They rested below his ass, and she moved her hands up to grip his
back as it flexed. He now drove into her with a powerful lunge. His eyes
pierced into hers, and he stopped for a moment. “Tell me you’re mine. Say you’re
my mate. Tell me.” He thrust once in and out only to pause again when she
didn’t say anything. “Tell me no other will make you feel like this. Tell me
you are mine.”

Jezebel pushed herself up, but he didn’t move and
his eyes narrowed. Needing to come, to feel the consuming passion, she moaned,
“I promise. I’m yours.”

Brandon grunted. “Say you’re my mate. Tell me
again.”
 
His head came down, and he took
her mouth in a kiss that spoke of possession as his tongue explored the cavern
of her mouth.

“Yes.” She panted. “I’m yours. I’m your mate. No one
will ever make me feel this. Now please move.”

Growling in satisfaction, his head come down and
rested in the crook of her neck, and he nibbled as he drove into her with a
speed that sent her mad. Brandon built up her lust to a fevered pitch.