Ruled by the Pack: Wicked Wolf Shifters 5 (5 page)

Tamsin didn't move, even though she was fairly certain that not only her pulse but her heart was banging so hard inside her that something was about to burst.

The smile slowly faded from his face as he looked at her again with the sheer, naked hunger she had seen in his expression when they had talked at the reception a few days earlier. "Let me get that for you," he said in a low rumble, coming ever closer to her.

"Get—get what?" she asked, a slight tremor in her voice. He was about five feet from her and closing the distance fast.

"You have a tiny bit of chocolate frosting right at the corner of your mouth, Tamsin," he softly growled as he reached her side where she sat at the table.

She began to reach her hand up to her mouth, but he shook his head and reached out to grab her hand with his. "No," he said, the smile gone. "Let me," he whispered, reaching out his finger to the corner of her mouth.

Gently, he swiped at her lip, then pulled back his finger to show her just the tiniest bit of the frosting on it. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his finger to his own mouth, reached out his tongue, and slowly licked the bit of frosting off his own finger.

Tamsin's breathing sped up as she began to pant slightly. Oh, no. Not fair. Not fair at all.

Something dark and longing shifted in Jackson's eyes. His nostrils flared just the slightest bit. Tamsin knew he could smell her arousal. Her heart still beat so fast that she began to feel a little lightheaded.

He hadn't let go of her hand yet. Carefully, still staring at her eyes, he turned her hand over so his fingers could touch her palm. A sizzle roared from where his touch grazed the sensitive skin on her palm straight down to the folds between her legs, which were slick and, she knew, plumped out with longing.

Somewhere in her short-circuiting brain, she knew something about this was wrong. This was not…. She couldn't be doing….

Slowly, Jackson began to trace small circles and random designs on the palm of her hand with his fingers. It was as if he were directly touching the softness between her legs, circling her clit itself. Tamsin couldn't control the small sound that tumbled from her mouth.

A small, suddenly thrilled smile returned to Jackson's face. "Yes," he said, voice still a whisper. "I've been wanting to hear you make a sound like that, Tamsin.

Tamsin would have replied, but her breath was gasping out of her body in small, uncontrollable little pants. This was insane. He wasn't even touching her there—

Jackson's other hand reached out to gently, carefully touch Tamsin's shoulder. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he let his fingers travel down over one breast, finger pausing to swirl around the abruptly taut nipple. "Oh!" Tamsin couldn't control the startled cry.

Still looking at her, still touching her through the diaphanous material of her top, Jackson murmured, "Should I stop?"

Tamsin literally found herself unable to respond, consumed by the tiny lightning darts that seemed to stab delicious little thrills all over her body the more Jackson touched her. Carefully, he slid his fingers farther down, lightly trailing over her ribs to the soft flesh of her stomach. He gently curved his fingers over the slight roundness of her belly and then the swell of her hip. Tamsin's brain roared with the confusion of half-finished thoughts that went nowhere. Jackson's scent, a wild mixture of pure masculinity with an underlying spicy tang that scattered her rational thought, curled into her senses and swirled around with the physical sensations happening where he touched her.

Still looking at her, his face a mask of seriousness and interest that she knew must match her own, Jackson let his fingers room farther south to play with the band of  the pretty yet comfortable pants she had donned earlier when first tackling her stack of paperwork. Gently slipping one finger, then another, under the band, he slipped his fingers back around the front of her hip to slowly tease in small circles. The sensation stoked the fire in her even more, sending surges of explosive heat roaring throughout Tamsin's body.

Jackson. This was Jackson touching her. Touching her in a way she'd never truly contemplated until that one oddly charged moment they'd had the night before he left for his vacation. The night before he left to screw any willing woman from here to the tropical islands ,where he no doubt had spent a debauched two weeks.

The remembrance dashed ice water onto her flaming skin. Tamsin shot out her hand to grab Jackson's just before his fingers managed to quest down into the thoroughly wet folds of her eager, apparently shameless flesh.

"Stop." Her voice was much closer to a growl as she felt her wolf side ready to push her into her baser instincts. "Stop, Jackson." Her voice was an order, even though his fingers already had stopped moving. "I mean it."

Forcing herself to picture Jackson tumbling with the typical wanton women in his bed, Tamsin just barely kept herself from opening her mouth and begging him to disregard her stupid request. To keep touching her until she exploded beneath his fingers.

That was the path to utter stupidity, not to mention ruin for her powerful position in the pack. And his. Focusing on the cool, analytical side of her personality with which she usually made assessments, Tamsin simply stared back at Jackson.

And she tried really, really hard to not breathe in his tempting scent, or to feel the way his fingers were like a hot brand where they still touched her skin.

"It seemed you are enjoying this." His voice was close to a growl as well. The certainty of how aroused he was almost made Tamsin waver again.

But not quite.

She somehow managed to disentangle herself from the chair, his hands, the proximity of his body about three inches from hers. Taking a graceless step to the side, she managed to put a foot of distance between them. Then, backing up another step, two feet. Three feet. When a wide enough chasm remained between the two of them that she was certain she wasn't about to lose her stupid mind again, Tamsin fixed Jackson with the darkest glare she could muster. "I am the alpha's sister." Ice cracked her voice as she force herself to remember the very thing she was stating. "And you are his beta. We are ruling this pack in his stead while he is gone. He's relying on us, Jackson,” she hissed, trying to remind herself as much as him. “This—thing," and she made a stupidly imperious gesture between the two of them, feeling like an arrogant bitch even as she did so, "isn't something we can remotely pursue."

Tamsin heard her still somewhat ragged breathing as Jackson looked at her from where he stood by the now vacant chair. Still all naked chest, with his gorgeous abs and pecs, his pajama bottoms that threatened to slip off of his hips at any second. She absolutely refused to look below his waist, almost certain she wouldn't be able to manage herself if there was the slightest bulge there.

And then there was the other thing she was pretty damn sure of. "Besides, the fact that you dare to think your charms would work on me right after you came from the bed of another—"

Finally, he reacted. "Tamsin, you don't—"

She flung up a forbidding hand between them, shaking her head at him she began to edge her way out of the kitchen. "No. I don't want to hear it. I don't know what you're thinking by doing this, Jackson, I am not a plaything for you. And I certainly want nothing to do with the pack's biggest playboy."

Ignoring the purely female part of her that was totally freaking out at everything going on, Tamsin expertly and tightly drew the mantle of pack leader around her. It always made her have a haughty presence that threw off other shifters whenever she didn't want them getting too close. Snapping her gaze away from his, she turned to stride out of the room. "Good night, Jackson. I'll see you in council chambers in the morning."

As she swept out of the room on still shaky legs, Tamsin wasn't sure if she was more upset that Jackson had just touched her and she really, really liked it...or that she had just walked away from him and he hadn't even bothered to try to stop her.

Jackson's breath heaved out of him as he surged up the hill. His paws barely hit the ground despite the effort it took to keep up this pace. He was more fit than most wolves in the pack. A twenty mile run wasn't common among shifters, but they easily were capable of it. For Jackson, this was nothing more than a casual training run to keep in shape.

Or to keep thoughts of a damnably elusive female at bay.

When he reached the top of the hill, Jackson finally slowed down. First to a trot, then to a long striding walk as he let himself cool down. Although being in wolf form was of course different than being in human, he treated his body the same either way: like a well-honed fighting machine.

He took a long time to enjoy the sweeping views from this hillside spot as he allowed his breathing to come back to her regular pace. He had the world at his feet. Anything and everything he wanted. Right?

Well. No. Tamsin had studiously been avoiding him all week long. They had council meetings, and corresponded almost daily via text and email. But she held him at arm's length otherwise.

He knew she was still angry at him from the other night. The night in the kitchen, when she assumed he'd rolled right out of bed with another woman to come grab a snack as well as a little more action with her own untouchable, blue-eyed beauty. Well, that was an idiotic little fantasy she had made up in her head.

For fuck's sake. He hadn't had sex with anyone else since his vacation. And he could, for crying out loud! He was a single wolf. He had no commitments to anyone. He could fuck the entire pack if he wanted to. Jackson Rule, playboy of the century.

He huffed out an irritated snort and dug his claws into the dirt. The thing was, he didn't want to. He literally hadn't had eyes for another woman since he'd come back and Tamsin had slapped the sense out of him. He sure as hell hadn't touched one.

The only one he wanted to touch was the one who'd let him feel her gorgeous, full breast for a few heartbeats the other night. A few heartbeats that still had him questioning his sanity. And solidifying in his mind that Tamsin was more fascinating than any woman in the entire damned world, now that he was back and
knew
she felt the same way.

After another long moment contemplating the stunning views, barely seeing a thing, Jackson finally turned to head back down the mountain. When he came to a small meadow, though, he took a right-hand turn instead of heading straight downhill. It was a hot day. He deserved to cool off at the secret waterfall. Naturally, it wasn't really a secret. Wolf pack members went there on occasion to enjoy a dip in the beautiful pool just beneath the waterfall. It was located a fair distance from the estate. Nearly every time Jackson went there, he had it to himself.

But when he reached the waterfall, he realized today wasn't one of those days. A naked woman stood at the edge of the pool, on top of the rock that made diving in an easy thing to do.

Tamsin.

Long, wavy dark hair streamed over her back, ending just above the beautiful, wide flare of her hips and her sweetly dimpled ass. She raised her arms overhead, steepling her fingers together before she neatly dove into the pool, entering it with barely a ripple of the blue-green waters. She broke the surface, her head sleek as a seal's, and began a graceful stroke toward the waterfall itself.

Not even pausing to check in if this was a good idea, Jackson shifted back into his human form, easily striding on his two legs to the edge of the pool. His entire body shivered with the knowledge that she was here at the same time he was. Her gorgeous, naked body had just reached the lazy slip of the gentle waterfall as it slid off smooth rocks to create a sheet over what Jackson knew was a small space behind it. He watched her swim beneath the little falls to disappear into little grotto behind them.

Deliberately turning off his mind and allowing only his instincts to guide his movement, Jackson easily vaulted to the top of the same rock, dove into the pool, and swam towards the waterfall and the woman he was realizing with every passing day he couldn't bear to not touch.

The one he could not claim as his own, no matter what sort of insanity that might mean.

The one woman he
had
to claim, or else probably go insane for sure.

~~~

Tamsin let her head break above the cool waters of the pool as she emerged into the little secret grotto behind the waterfall she thought of as her own place. Oh, she knew other shifters came here. She'd played here often as a cub, and sometimes small groups of shifters would run up here in their wolf form, because it was quite a few miles from the pack's estate, and spend a hot summer's afternoon relaxing in the waters. But generally, she preferred to come here alone. It was far away enough that running into anyone else here was a relatively rare occurrence. Today, she had needed that space and time away from the pack.

The stress of running the pack with Jackson, and without Trevor to lean on as well as subtly guide as had been her habit for the last many years, was getting to her enough that she needed the cooling dunk to clear her thoughts.

Okay, fine. She needed to cool her overheated skin as well as her near constant temptation to throw every damn caution she had to the winds and fling herself upon Jackson and the seductive promise she saw in his eyes every time she looked at him. Ever since he'd touched her the other night in the kitchen, she hadn't been able to shake the underlying buzz of his presence. She'd been in a near constant state of arousal. It was messing with her ability to keep her usually calm and collected self in front of the always watching eyes of the pack.

Shaking her head to clear the water from her ears, she swam the few strokes it took to reach the edge of the recessed little alcove where the water met with smooth, cool rock. There was a perfect spot back there to sit, the water just reaching the edge of the rock so her legs could dangle down into the pool, but she could be seated and lean back against the relatively smooth edge of the grotto. About twenty feet long and maybe ten or so feet high, the grotto behind the waterfall was more like the indented curve of the side of the mountain, with the stream simply falling over it into the pretty, sheeting waterfall. But it still felt private. Like a cool little sanctuary where she could regain her composure and have a moment to herself. Leaning back against the rock, letting her legs stay buoyed by the gentle lapping of the pool, Tamsin sighed as she closed her eyes and relaxed.

"Hello, my gorgeous little mermaid."

Jackson's scent hit Tamsin at the same moment as his voice. Eyes flying open, startling where she sat, she straightened up with a small gasp as she looked right into Jackson's eyes. He was in the pool with her, just having ducked under the little waterfall himself. Smoothly, he swam to her and rested his arms on the rock to either side of her thighs. Despite the light, cool spray of the waterfall, Tamsin's entire body immediately heated.

"Tamsin." His voice was low, so low it seemed to rumble into her, echoing through a long with a very light rumble of the waterfall splashing into the pool behind them. "I didn't expect to find you here. My private swimming hole."

"Your
private swimming hole?" Tamsin struggled to maintain her aloofness. She laughed, catching the ragged note in it. "Not everything is your private toy to play with, Jackson. Despite what you apparently believe."

"Oh, really?" His voice was silky smooth. Sure. Knowing. He leaned a little closer. Close enough that his breath tickled at her stomach, which was above the water, making her tremble. "You're not my toy? To stroke," and he smoothed his fingers down one of her thighs.

Control slipping away, Tamsin gasped. His fingers danced on her slippery flesh, just barely skimming over her with the pads of his fingertips.

“To kiss,” he went on, and very carefully tipped his head a little farther forward. Keeping his brilliant green eyes on hers, he flicked out his tongue to just barely touch her bellybutton. That ridiculously small touch exploded throughout Tamsin like a miniature lightning bolt. She couldn't control another gasp. Her pulse sped up as Jackson chuckled against her skin.

“To bring great pleasure to as I touch every inch of your body,” he finished, voice so low it could barely be heard above the light reverberations of the waterfall where it pattered into the pool. “Please,” and now his voice was a groan. “Please let me me do that.”

She couldn't answer. He was only touching her one thigh, and her bellybutton, such a silly part of the body, and yet she was already nearly speechless with wild, hot desire.

"Tell me you don't want this, Tamsin," he said between little darts of his tongue circling her bellybutton. His lips gently kissing her belly. "Tell me you can't stop thinking about me, just the way I can't stop thinking about you. Tell me you don't want to try just once. To find out how incredible it will be between us."

To her surprise, Tamsin heard a ragged tone in Jackson's voice as well.

"Just say the word, Tamsin," and now his tongue swirled little pattern on her skin, this time eliciting a small moan from her before he pulled back to continue, "and I'll stop."

Thoughts already spinning into nonsense, Tamsin was already shaking her head. "I don't want you to stop," she murmured, reaching her hands down to lightly clasp the back of his head. "Just this once. I can't stop thinking about you either. I need to know how this will feel."

"Ah, fuck, yeah," he groaned. “You have no idea how damned long I've waited to hear you say that.” Without another word, he bent his head back to her sweet flesh, lips tickling at her stomach as he trailed a line of fiery kisses from one hip to the other.

Tamsin's head rolled back, meeting the rock behind her with a harder thump than she'd planned. Oddly, the brief knock of pain only intensified the fire spiraling out from where Jackson's lips touched her, blazing through her limbs. She gently fisted one hand in the short hairs on his scalp, hearing his slight grunt as she gave a little tug. With purpose and wonder, she slid her other hand hand the side of his face, along his corded neck, onto his wet shoulder.

For just one more moment, as Jackson's lips and tongue tickled their way across her hip and then slowly upward toward her breasts, Tamsin let reason boom through her mind.
You can't do this. Not with Jackson.

Then she made a thoroughly conscious decision to abandon all rational thought and lose herself to pure sensation with him.

"More," she whispered, her voice rough with long-denied need. "More."

With another small chuckle that vibrated against her skin, Jackson breathed, "As milady wishes." Pressing both hands onto the softness of her upper thighs, pushing them closed together while pushing down on them to support himself, Jackson lifted his body up out of the water and leaned forward. He let his lips trail wet heat beneath first one of her breasts, then the other.

Tamsin kept her head nestled back against the rock, one hand still on the back of Jackson's head and the other pressed hard against the rock beside her to support herself as his mouth slowly tasted its way across one breast.

Oh, yes. "Like that," she half whispered, half growled. "Just like that."

Jackson's tongue traced a wide circle around her nipple, which was so hard it almost hurt. Then he gently flicked it over the bud, creating a white-hot storm of feeling that sizzled across her entire body. His hands tightly gripped her thighs, creating an alternating sensation of heated contact and deep pressure that held her tightly against the slick, wet rock of the grotto.

Teeth nipped at her tight bud, drawing out another gasp along with a blast of heat. She jerked her head forward, opening her eyes to find him looking right at her from where he still kissed her nipple. Jackson carefully moved his hands up her thighs, one at a time, until they rested right by the bend of her hips. He tucked his thumbs down into the crease between her legs as his mouth moved to her other breast.

Tamsin's gasp caught in her throat as his thumbs began circling downward. Achingly close to the slick folds of herself that were wet not only from the water. She tried to push her legs apart so he could more easily reach her there, but his grip on her tightened.

“Now, now, my gorgeous mermaid.” His eyes, which she noted had darkened to a deeper pine-green, crinkled the slightest bit as a satisfied little smile tugged up one lip. “Let me have my way with you for just this moment. Let me touch you just like this”—and he pushed his thumbs even closer to her now throbbing clit—“until I hear you begging me for more again.”

A flare of Tamsin's dander went up. “I—don't beg,” she managed to say, which was ridiculous since she had in fact already begged him not to stop.

It was the principle of the matter. Or something like that. Something...oh, fuck. He was touching her.

“Really? We'll see about that,” he murmured in a languorous, speculative tone. The intensity behind his gaze, however, belied any casualness he might be pretending.

“Whatever you think you're—oh!” Tamsin's voice sharply cut off as his thumbs reached the heavy, full little nub demanding to be stroked. Her gaze went half-lidded as her mouth dropped open into a pant. He stroked her clit with first one thumb, then the other. All the while he held her legs pressed tightly together, which only intensified the darts of sensation zinging out of her.