Rush Against Time (8 page)

His soft words caressed against her lips.
“It is all for you, Jessa.  One night soon, I will sink into your heat and make you mine for eternity.  Tonight I only get to play.”  She shook at the intensity his voice delivered. 

Her voice
found its way out tardily, and shook when she choked the words out, “Wh-h-o-o are you?  How do I know you?”  She almost lost her train of thought instantly from the gravitational pull his alluring stare had on her.  Jessa shook her head slightly, trying to pull out of the haze that hovered over her. 

“
You know who I am, Jessa.  You may not know my name, or
what
I am, but you know who.”  He flashed the sexiest smile she had ever seen.  “My name is Gavin Blackard.  I have been waiting centuries for you, my lady.”  She searched her memory, but nothing came up.  She couldn’t concentrate.  Her body felt like it was a raging volcano. 

H
e bowed his head back down and consumed her mouth.  The deep raging kiss was eased back down into a simmer before he slowly descended her jawbone and took feast on her neck.  Kisses, licks, and nips peppered every inch of skin and gradually expanded lower and lower to the swell of her breasts.  Before she knew what was happening, he was latched on to her left nipple, suckling it and rolling the pert nub between his teeth just hard enough to send sensations rocketing straight to her cunt.  She could feel her juices leaking out of her folds and down onto the fleshy inside of her thighs. 

He
glided and moved over her, almost seeming completely weightless and floating at times.  Something cold and hard parted her folds, sliding up and down over her clit.  The movements continued, dipping into her channel, until it bumped against her virgin barrier.  Instead of pushing through, it remained only halfway seated in her hungry cunt. Her hands clawed and dug into his flesh, kneading and pulling the hard muscle against her harder. 

Surprise overtook her thoughts when his shaft pressed against her palm and rubbed.  The soft skin felt like satin against her hand. 
If I am stroking his cock, what is fucking me!? 
She sat up abruptly and saw him holding a purple vibrating bullet.  She looked at him questioningly, unable to process why he used that instead of himself. 

Gavin
lightly caressed her cheek and followed it with reassuring feathered kisses, easing her reluctance.  Jessa eased back against his touches, unable to resist the tantalizing tingles he created with a simple touch.  He quickened the strokes, tilting just right so the toy hit her clit on each exiting thrust.  She thrashed and moaned against him, welcoming the hot kisses that quieted her lust.  With some sort of magical twist, he turned his hand so his palm rubbed against her clit while he circled the rubber egg around and around in the shallows of her cunt.  She felt the orgasm building up into a thunderous hurricane seconds before he took her nipple in his mouth and bit down.  She shattered into a million pieces, riding the waves of the sweet blissful euphoria.  After what seemed like an eternity of delightful tremors, she floated back down and drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

Damion Shaddow had been working himself into exhaustion for months, trying to avoid the loneliness that had begun to settle in his heart.  He had went through three girlfriends in five months, and decided it was probably best just to give it a rest.  Regardless of how hard he pondered over each relationship, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what the hell went wrong. 

He was a highly trained warrior with a good education.  After growing up with a house full of sisters and brothers, he knew how to treat a lady, and understood the opposite sex better than most men.  Still, his dating life was a train wreck.  There
were been plenty of women that he had found attractive, but after spending time with them they were all the same—mindless, shallow, heartless girls only out to reap the benefits of dating a Beta.  For the most part, he didn’t care.  He had never been hung up on any of them, but recently he had started noticing a pattern.  It didn’t help that all of his buddies were getting mated, hitched, and popping kids out.  At twenty-nine, he was starting to settle down some and not party and play as much as he had before.  He was beginning to feel alone, and that shit sucked. 

All of the females he went after were great temporary fixes.
  They all were overly willing to fulfill his sexual needs, and jumped at the opportunity to be his arm candy at the shifter meetings and events. It was okay for a while, but he started beginning to crave more depth and emotion.  Now, he was bored. 
I sound like a damn girl.  Feelings and emotions.  Next I will be whining wanting a Snickers and some Midol. 

He shook his head and parked his big blue Chevy truck in the driveway.  Huffing a breath of air to clear his thoughts, he stepped out onto the ground. 
Time to work. 
He went straight into Beta mode, and mentally blocked out everything but work.  He was assigned to watch over Jessa today while the others tightened security at the mansion.  A recent report came in during the wee hours of the morning that had everyone on high alert.  There was a rumor that a vamp was taking DNA from each type of creature, putting it in a scientific blinder, and injecting it into unwilling participants to perfect it, then injecting himself in attempts to gain infinite strength and power.  Shifters, humans, and vampires alike were disappearing all over the United States.  Michael Stone was the leader of the vampire coven on the continent.  They called themselves the Guardians, and fought hard to keep the balance of life in check.  They were the strongest, and kept things harmonic.  If a rogue went on a killing spree, or began causing problems, it was them who took care of it. They had called in some of the vampire clans to assist at night, and the shifters were working the days to keep everyone safe. 

Jessa
was a prime target.  Not only was she young and could be impregnated by the monstrosities they were creating, she was in her first heat.  Because she fought it, sooner or later it would take over and she would get ill.  Eventually she would shift and be unable to take her human form until the carnal needs were sated.  Being stuck in wolf form would eliminate right from wrong.  If she was seduced, by evil or not—she would be unable to resist. 

The grass was still damp with dew, and from the way
Alan had talked last night, his security detail would still be passed out and hung over.  He quietly slipped the key in the door and walked in.  He went through the house room by room, carefully testing all the windows and making sure nothing was out of the ordinary.  With a final nod of approval, he walked back into the living room. 

Damion
about choked on his tongue when he caught sight of the half-naked woman sprawled out on the couch.  He had never noticed Jessa for anything more than the young girl that she was, but he was definitely noticing now.  One long, trim leg was slung up and resting on the back of the couch.  The other was bent at the knee, and laid over, spreading her almost into a total split.  The thin scrap of pink lace barely covered her mound.  He could see the smooth, shaved flesh peeking through, and his dick went into an instant salute.  Her t-shirt had ridden up and bunched just below her breasts, leaving her flat stomach and ribs bare.  He was mesmerized by her.  She was a work of perfection, complete with a bellybutton ring that sparkled in the small ray of sunshine that streamed through the curtain.  He let his eyes wander over her, taking note of every hot, seductive, curve. 

Fuck.
I am a pervert for just standing here gawking.  I should cover her up.  Maybe I should wake her to take some pain relievers and eat breakfast.  No, she needs to sleep.  I will just head outside and scan the perimeter.  Yeah, that is a better plan
.  About as soon as he got his last thought, she moved.  This time, when she rolled onto her side, her shirt moved also.  One of the most perfect tits he had ever laid eyes on plopped free, and was now available for his viewing pleasure.  The pressure of his dick grinding against his tight jeans was unbearable.  He reached down and adjusted himself, moaning a sigh of relief. 

Jessa
jumped up and stared with glossy, half-sleepy squinted eyes.  Damion could tell that she wasn’t fully aware of her surroundings, but her eyes darted from his to his groin, which still had his hand covering it to his face. 
Fuck. 
He quickly pulled it away, feeling the flush of embarrassment creep over him. 

“
I didn’t mean to wake you.  Uhh...sorry.  I will be your guard for today.  There are some discrepancies, and Michael, Alan, and Braden have put us on total lockdown.”  He hoped the upfront bit of information would sidetrack her attention. 

He watched in silence, waiting for the string of questions she was sure to ask. 
Jessa didn’t pummel into the instant line of inquiries he had anticipated.  Instead, she rubbed her eyes tiredly before pulling her hair up in a ponytail.  When she finished, her eyes went back on him in a blank stare.  After what seemed like an eternity, her eyebrows drew together and her nose wrinkled up like a cute little bunny. 
She has the cutest little nose I have ever seen!  If I didn’t know better, I would swear she was a bunny shifter and not a wolf.  Heh.  Looks are deceiving.  I would hate for her to hear me say that, I would definitely get the brunt end of her temper, and her wolf’s.  Adorable with fire.  I like that. 

“
So, why were you standing there watching me sleep…and rubbing yourself?” the tone in her voice was curious and not angry like he had expected.  She was full of surprises today.

Shit.  What the hell do I say?
Damion squared his shoulders and puffed up.  “I wasn’t watching you.  I came in and was deciding whether to make you take some pain relievers or just let you stay asleep.”  The gruffness in his tone was unintentional, but hopefully left no room for further conversation about the subject. 

Unfortunately,
Jessa didn’t take the hint.  His mean dominating tone didn’t seem to faze her.  Disappointment flooded him.  Damion didn’t live twenty-four/seven in the lifestyle, but he was a Dom in the bedroom.  Jessa had never shown submissive qualities, so it should come to no surprise that she didn’t respond to that side of him now.  For some reason, it got to him.  He wanted to test her more, but the idea of her not responding at all made his heart sink. 
Oh for shit’s sake.  This is Jessa.  Of course she isn’t submissive.  She is mean as hell, and would kick my ass if I even tried.  I saw her half naked.  That is all this is.  I am here to protect her and nothing more.  I just need to get freaking laid.  Ugh! 
He growled unintentionally. 

Jessa
propped her chin on her fist, looking like she was finding the whole situation entertaining.  “And that led to your hand being on your dick because…?”

D
amion’s temper flared.  Instead of thinking about what he should say, the words blurted out before he could stop them.  “I walked in to find you half naked and sprawled out with your legs in a damn split, with nothing more than a lace Band-Aid for panties!  Then you rolled over and your boob popped out of your shirt!  My damn dick was grinding against my zipper and I was readjusting it before it became hamburger!  Now, get up and get some fucking clothes on!”  Shock struck him after his less than noble confession exploded from his mouth.  She sat with her mouth hanging open and speechless.  Instead of unleashing her usual hot temper and firing back, she stared wide-eyed and slowly uncovered to stand.  When the covers flipped back and her feet hit the floor, so did a bright purple toy with a loud ‘plunk’.

****

Waking up to find Damion standing with his hand on his cock and staring at her had been a weird way to start the day.  When his tone had shifted into something deep and commanding, it awakened something inside of her she didn’t know existed.  She went from confusion and sleepiness, to wet panties and horny.  Damion Shaddow was a massive man with the broadest shoulders she had ever laid eyes on.  Every boulderous muscle stretched his shirt tight, leaving valleys and mountains as far as the eye could see through the thin material barrier.  The brown wisps of hair that fell over his forehead made her itch to swish it out of his eyes.  Oh shit, and his eyes…were perfect ovals of the clearest sapphires she had ever seen.  They hid mystery and a story untold.  Well-defined chiseled high cheekbones and features made this Beta wolf a girl’s deep, dark fantasy.  Having a dildo fall at your feet in front of the cause of your mind-blowing discoveries only sent the day into a tornado of ‘what the hell’s’. 

She stood, in nothing more than a ratty night top and her underwear, watching it roll across the floor slowly and stop against his boot. 
Jessa was rendered motionless.  Usually, nothing shocked or embarrassed her.  There was something in his heated stare that grated her mind to melt into soup.  She had no recollection of where the purple pussy pleaser had come from or what it was doing on the couch with her, but her normal temper or sense of humor evaded her. 
Fuckity fuck.  What the hell do I do? 

After being froze
n there, staring for what seemed like an eternity, she slowly raised her gaze to meet his.  Expecting him to make fun or say something rude, she readied herself for the blow.  Instead, an intense, hot fire licked and danced in the depths of his deep, dark blue eyes.  It was like a hurricane building and spinning out of control, ready to hit at any minute.  He didn’t look angry, yet there was a ferociousness so wild and strong radiating in her direction her knees weakened and she almost went to the floor.  Unable to understand or control her body’s reactions, she instantly darted her gaze to the ground and slowly walked over and knelt in front of him to fetch the toy. 

Once she grabbed it in her now shaking hand, she stood and started to make a clean getaway until his hand wrapped around the fiste
d bullet, rendering her motionless.  She tried to pull away, but his grip didn’t budge.  The harder she pulled, the tighter it got.  Frustration swarmed her brain like a hive of angry bees.  With her teeth now gritted, she jerked back with all of her might.  To her dismay, ‘all of her might’ did absolutely nothing against the ironclad giant, besides get her body pulled flush against his.  The huge bulge of his hard tool ground into her belly throwing fuel on the flame he had ignited just moments earlier. 

Her breath caught in her throat in a loud gasp.  She could feel the outlines of each ripped abdominal muscle against her chest, making her fingers itch to explore.  The heat that had taken over her life for the past couple months began to burn deep inside.  It laced over her like fingers, coaxing and taunting, encouraging her to touch and taste.  Her heart thudded like a bongo drum in her ears.  The light around them dimmed to a low glow, creating a space in time where only they existed.  She relaxed against him, fading farther and farther into the shadows of lust with every ticking second. 
Her small hand went slack inside his bear paw, allowing him to remove the forgotten item out of her palm. 

Damion
pulled the toy up to his nose and inhaled a deep sniff.  A deep, low growl vibrated out of his chest, sending chills cascading down her entire body.  Her mind fought to hold on to the shreds of reality it still held against the lust that began to fog her.  Everything faded into the gray background of her subconscious the moment he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, making her eyes meet his.  She didn’t recognize the moans that escaped her.  Heaviness settled in her sex, making every heartbeat throb against her most intimate parts.  Both of her nipples poked through the thin shirt, begging for attention.  Her body’s reaction didn’t go unnoticed.  His mouth crushed violently down on hers, branding and conquering her soul.  He didn’t wait politely for an invitation, but instead he forced his tongue between her lips and sunk them both into the depths of desire.  Jessa surrendered to him, allowing him to take her to a place that was unfamiliar and exhilarating. 

T
hen, it was over.  He pulled away, releasing her hair.  His blue eyes were hard and heated, showing sparks of desire as he glared down at her.  The ferocity in his voice made her jump, “Go get dressed.  There will be someone here at all times with you so keep your toys put up from now on.”  He dropped the fun stick in her hand, never breaking eye contact.  She stood paralyzed, unable to jerk away from the gravitational pull he had on her.  Damion turned and walked out the door without another word. 

Jessa
slowly gained her bearings and walked into the bedroom, lost in thought. 
What the hell just happened?  Oh my God.  How have I never realized how freakin’ hot Damion is? He took total control, and I just let him.  Why didn’t I run or fight?  Why the fuck am I so turned on by it
?  Her mind took notice of the purple friend in her hand. 
Shit!  Most of all, where the hell did this come from
?  Visions of the man in her dreams swamped her, sending moisture down her thighs from her swollen, needy pussy.  It had seemed so real. 
Note to self—shifter heat plus alcohol equals lifelike fantasy sleep masturbation and embarrassing morning afters
. So much had happened in the past few days.  One thing was certain, her body had responded to Logan, dream man, and Damion in ways she never had felt before.  Something needed to happen fast before she lost total control.