Jezebel's Lion (4 page)

Jess held on tight as his thrusts turned frenzied.
Brandon’s mouth took hers, and one of his hands came around, pressed down, and
rubbed circles around her sensitive clit. The onslaught of everything
bombarding her broke her into an explosion. Digging her nails in she bit his
lip as wave after wave of euphoria washed over her. Jess felt her whole body
grow tight before the explosion came, and she crumbled into a million pieces,
her body and mind mush.

Brandon came on a roar his body collapsing on top of
hers. Jess didn’t mind the weight. It was nice. It added to the warm feeling
running through her as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Brandon sighed
and rolled them to the side. She didn’t know how long they lay there. All Jess
knew was she didn’t want to come back to reality. She liked it in her perfect
dream.

She sighed when reality came crashing back as her
phone rang with “You’re Going Down” by Sick Puppies. Reaching beside her she
grabbed her phone and pressed answer.
“Hi, Mom.”

Brandon chuckled beside her, and she watched
enraptured as he stood and walked to a door she hadn’t noticed at the side. She
sat up to get a better view.

“Hi, honey. I got your message that you stayed at
Sasha’s house. Do you need me to come and pick you up?”

Looking around her she shook her head.
“Argh, no, Mom.
I … um,
er
...”

Brandon came out of the room. “I’ll take you home
once we’ve showered and eaten.”

Jess chewed on her lip and debated if it wouldn’t
just be safer for her to call Travis or Zeck to come and pick her up. She
groaned as her mother asked, “Who is that, Jezebel? He didn’t sound like Travis
or Zeck.”

Getting off the bed she was glad to see her dress on
the floor and her underwear there also. Thinking it best to tell her mom the
truth she sighed.
“No one, Mom.
It was just Sasha’s
boyfriend’s brother.”

Brandon growled and stalked towards her before she’d
even finished. She backed up at his intense look.

“What is he doing there? I thought you said Sasha
lived with just her boyfriend?”

“She does, but her brother came for a visit. Look
I’ll get Travis, or Zeck, to come and take me h—” Jess didn’t get the time to
finish before her phone was snatched out of her hold.

Brandon pulled her against his body, and before he
put the phone to his own ear he whispered, “I’m not
no one
to you, Jezebel. You’re my mate, and I’m not letting you go now I’ve had you,
so get used to it.”

Jess shivered as his warm breath touched her skin,
and her body melted at his words.

His golden eyes captured hers as he put the phone to
his ear. “Hello, Mrs.
Dibson
, I’m Sasha’s boyfriend’s
brother, Brandon. I will happily bring Jezebel back home. And once you and your
husband have met me, if it is okay with you, I’d love to take her out to lunch
and a movie.”

Jess gasped and tried to get the phone back off
Brandon, but he wouldn’t give it up. Jess heard her mother’s flustered voice.
“Oh, I would really appreciate you dropping Jezebel home. I look forward to
meeting you.”

“And I you.
Jezebel is just getting into the shower, and then Sasha and Jezebel were going
to cook something. Is it okay if I have her home after that?”

“That’s fine. I’ll see you then.” Her mom hung up,
and Brandon grinned down at her.

“What the hell did you do that for?”

“I told you, because you’re mine. You, Jezebel, are
my mate.” Brandon pulled her towards the bathroom. He opened the shower and
turned the taps on.

“What do you mean by mate? Are we friends now?”

He stopped fiddling with the taps and turned to face
her, and his arms wrapped around her back and undid her bra letting it fall to
the ground. “Jezebel, we are more than friends. You are now my lover, my mate,
and girlfriend. You agreed to be mine.”

“No, I didn’t.” Jess remembered, but she’d said it
when her body was burning and eager for release.

He lifted her, and together they entered the shower.
Brandon had her back up against the tiles, and his lips came down to rub against
her sensitive neck. “Would you like me to remind you?”
 
His teeth scraped over her and sent tingles
through her.

Closing her eyes Jess told herself to concentrate on
other things and not give in. She had to get home. This man would become an
addiction if she let him, and she was already quite attached to him. Jess’s
eyes snapped open as she felt his hard cock rub her pussy.

“I want you again.” His words sounded hoarse against
her ear. “You want me, too. I can see your breath picking up, and your eyes
have glazed over.”

Crap
. How
could Brandon affect her like this? She’d only had sex for the first time
minutes ago. His cock eased into her slick core, and she moaned and wrapped her
legs around him and held on tight. She watched as his muscles bunched and
strained as he thrust in and out of her, his eyes never leaving hers. Her heart
felt like it was going to beat out of her chest at the intense look.

“Stroke your clit. I can work you without you
holding on.” Jess hesitated, and he stopped. “Do it. I want to watch you come
apart around my dick. You’re mine, Jezebel. I will never let you go now. I will
do whatever it takes for you to realize this and make you happy. I’m yours,
Jess.” He pounded into her, and she let herself go as she rubbed her clit, which
brought her climax on quicker. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He drove into her deep
and moaned. She felt the warmth as he came.

As he kissed her and held her tight as the orgasm of
bliss settled, she sighed. “I think you’ve ruined me. I’m yours.”

The smile of satisfaction that spread over his face
had her melting. She was in big trouble. He placed her down, and she stood
still as her body felt like jelly. She could feel him between her legs.

“You didn’t use a condom.
Both
times.”

His reached over for a wash cloth he had hanging
over a tap, and her cheeks heated as he cleaned her pussy. “I’m clean. I know I
was your first. So the only thing is pregnancy.”

Jezebel thanked her parents’ overreaction to her two
best friends being male and putting her on the pill as soon as she got her
period. “I’m on the pill. My parents put me on it as soon I reached womanhood
as my two best friends are males and I sleep over at their houses.”

“No more,” Brandon growled.

“What do you mean no more?”

“You will not stay at those males’ houses again.”

Pushing at his chest she narrowed her eyes on him.
“You don’t get to tell me that.”

Brandon reached for her, but she moved away and got
out of the shower. She would wash better at home.

“You’re my mate. You’re not staying at other males’
homes.”

“I have just met you, and Travis and Zeck are my
best friends. You don’t get to tell me where I will stay.” She wrapped the
towel around her and stomped back to the bedroom. Brandon might be gorgeous and
amazing in bed, but he was a possessive asshole otherwise.

Finding her clothes she dried herself and slipped
them on not bothering with her bra, which was in the bathroom. She heard the
taps turn off, and she found her phone on the bedside table. Picking it up
she
called Travis. She’d always been closer to him, and with
Zeck’s infatuation over Sasha, Jess was spending more time with Travis.

“Hello,” Travis said groggily.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“Um, yeah.
What’s up, Jess?”

“Can you come and pick me up?”

“Ah, yeah, sure.
Where are you?” She walked out of the bedroom as Brandon strolled out with a
towel wrapped around his waist. She went looking for something with an address
on it. She was getting pissed off when she couldn’t find anything and took her
anger out on Travis. “Why didn’t you take me with you? I can’t believe you let
me go home with a stranger. Why don’t you know where I am? I remember I left
with you. I thought I did.”
 

“Jess, I thought you’d be safe with him. He’s
Sasha’s boyfriends brother, and weren’t your own brothers friends with his
brothers?”

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean you should have left me
with him. My God, Travis, not only did you forget my birthday but you left me
with a man I don’t know. Some best friend you are.” Getting angrier the more
she walked around the house not finding anything, she went to the kitchen and
saw Brandon at the stove. “What is your address?”

Brandon turned, and his eyebrows rose. “Why do you
need to know now?”

“So my douche-bag best friend Travis can come and
get me.”

He turned to the stove then back to her. “I’ll tell
you later, but not now because Travis isn’t coming to pick you up.”

Giving a frustrated squeal, she knew she was acting
like a spoilt child, but her anger had taken over, and what she had done this
morning and who she’d done it with were starting to sink in. Jess was
panicking. Things were changing again.
She’d
changed.
 

“Jess, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he? I’m
so sorry. I should never have left you with him. I just felt so damn guilty
that I forgot your birthday and I’ve been battling with my—”

The phone was taken off her, and Travis’s words were
cut off. Brandon put the phone to his ear. “Jezebel is mine. I will take her
home. She is just your friend. Bye.” He hung up, and Jess glared up at him.

“You had no right to take that off me. I want to go
home, and I don’t want you to take me. You are way too bossy.”

Brandon’s laugh sounded forced as he shook his head.
“I had a right. I told you I would take you home. You didn’t need to call your
friend. And I’m only bossy with you.” His gathered her to him and ran his
fingers through her hair. “Jezebel, before you I was the level headed one in
the family. I’m the one who tells people to calm down and listens to their
problems. You bring out a side of me that is possessive and bossy.” His tilted
her head back and captured her lips, and within seconds had her body coming to
life and willing to do anything for him. He pulled his mouth from hers. “Fuck,
looks like we’re getting takeout for breakfast.” The fire alarm went off as he
let her go and walked to the stove.

Jess stared at Brandon for a moment until her lust-filled
mind cleared. Brandon was bad. Jess never acted the way she had since meeting
him. Brandon was making her think she had a chance with someone like him. He was
making it hard for her to ever get over him. He wasn’t letting her distance
herself.

Chapter
Three

Jess had given him instructions to her parents’
house. They had sat in the car quiet on the ride there, which had left Brandon
with his thoughts. He was in big trouble. He had mated Jezebel without her
knowing what he was and what it meant. Brandon had never lost control, but he
had this morning. His lion had taken over and he’d fought it at first, but once
she came to him and wanted him to make love to her he let go.

Brandon wasn’t a possessive person. He’d fucked and
dated many women, and some were even human like his mate. He bit his tongue to
hold in his groan. His brothers were going to have a field day with him,
especially Savron, when they found out what he’d done. He would have to tell
them because once he left Jezebel at her parents’ home he would have to tell
his parents. They would have to help him. He wouldn’t survive long without his
mate. Brandon had really fucked this all up. He had a plan of wooing her and
having her fall in love with him before he revealed what he was, mated her, and
got her to move in with him. He was such an idiot. Wasn’t he only telling Savon
he was that yesterday?
God, that
felt like days
ago.
 

He pulled up to a large house in the richer
district, not far from his own parents’ house. Brandon glanced at Jezebel to
see her nibbling on her bottom lip. Her hands fought one another, and her eyes
looked far away. “We are here.” That startled her, and Jezebel looked around
her before her gaze rested on him.

“Thanks for the lift. I’m sure you’re really busy
and have lots of things to do and other women … um, I mean people to see. You,
um, don’t need to come in. My parents will understand.” She opened the door,
and he swore as she got out of the car, shut the door and practically ran to
the door.

Scrubbing a hand over his face Brandon realized
Jezebel was going to make this hard for him. Taking the keys out of the
ignition he got out of the car and shut his door. He locked the doors before he
walked up to the front entrance as it opened, and a small plump woman in her
late forties with chestnut hair and a huge smile on her face welcomed them in.

Brandon followed Jezebel’s mother to a large room
with family photos on the wall and cream leather sofas with knick-knacks in
show cabinets. A man with silver hair and eyes that only a moment before
Brandon had been looking into from his mate’s face glared back at him.
Jezebel’s father did not look happy. The look he gave Brandon would have scared
another man, but Brandon wasn’t just any man. He was a shifter.