Wolf Moon (8 page)

“Besides,” he continued, “I hate the dirt I bring in here with me, the garbage from the streets that still clings to me.”

“Jessie, I—”

“But the minute I lay eyes on you, all I can think about is devouring every inch of you. Wrapping you up and keeping you in my pocket forever.”

Alexa drew in a deep breath and let it out. “Life is all about chances, Jesse. You do what you do to protect the people who can’t protect themselves against these vermin. But, to survive, you need someone to lead you out of the darkness and into clean light.” She inched closer. “Why can’t I be that person? There are lots of things you don’t know about me that might send you running for Alaska. But, hell, for now at least, I’m willing to take a chance.”

But will you?

He studied her face for a long moment.

“I don’t guess we have much choice, do we?” One corner of his mouth quirked up in a sexy half-grin. “Especially when you tempt me like this.”

They were sitting cross-legged, Indian-style, knees touching. Her cunt was exposed to him, wet and slick once more. His cock was hard again despite the intense orgasm they’d shared.

His eyes dark with passion, he reached forward with his thumbs and peeled away the hood shielding her swollen erogenous knot, now a dark red.

“You know, your clit’s like a tiny dick,” he said in wonder. “A miniature cock.”

He pulled her closer until her naked breasts rubbed against the hair-roughened wall of his chest. Uncrossing her legs, he wrapped them around his waist and pulled her as close as possible. A look of awe was still stamped on his face. He took his shaft in one hand and with the other peeled back the hood protecting the hot bud of her clit, pressing against it as intimately as he could. The tiny bundle of hot flesh rubbed against the slit at the head of his cock, lubricated by the thick drop of pre-cum.

“Tell me how it feels, Alexa.” His voice was hot and raw. “How does it feel to rub that clit right on my cock?”

Alexa felt cream flood from her at his words, and the nerves in her cunt danced in response. Fire bubbled in her veins, and primitive urges that she fought every day to control surged forward like a wild storm.

“Jesse,” she breathed, rubbing her distended clit into the notch of his broad head.

His hands grabbed her face with unintentional roughness. “Christ, Alexa, I need you more than I need to breathe.” He pushed away from her. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He returned wearing a condom. Lowering himself to the bed again, he gripped her hips, lifted her, and impaled her on his swollen, rigid penis. Hard. Seating her so their thighs were glued together. They were both so aroused, the moment her vaginal muscles gripped him, clamped down on him, they both began to climax.

Alexa trembled, sweat pouring from her as her body shattered and flew into space. They rocked together as they shook and shivered.

Time passed as they sat with their arms tightened around each other, as if letting go would allow them to splinter apart. As they struggled to drag air into their lungs, Alexa could feel the heavy beat of Jesse’s heart slamming against her ribs, in cadence with her own.

She wanted to say something, but her brain couldn’t make her mouth work or find any words to string together. At last, Jesse pulled his head back, placed a feather-light kiss on her parched lips, and rolled them to the side.

Eventually, Alexa felt him soften inside her, enough that they could separate themselves with a wet, sexy
plop!
It sounded like a whip crack in the air. Jesse rose and went to dispose of the condom. When he came back, he slipped into bed beside her, pulling her against him, her head tucked into his shoulder.

“I think we could both use some sleep,” he told her.

She rubbed her hands on the moist curls on his chest, her fingers caressing his flat, hard nipples. “You take care of yourself out there at night, you hear me, Jesse Farrell? We’ll worry about everything else later.”

He tucked her head under his chin. “Doin’ my best, sweet thing. Doin’ my best.”

And I’m doing my best, too.

***

Alexa had to plan carefully. With the gang situation likely to explode at any time, Jesse—and by extension, Charlie—would require her constant vigilance. Each night, as she changed into her wolf-self and followed Jesse and Charlie, she could feel and see and hear the high voltage crackling in the air.

Bang Bang was determined to have it all, no matter what the cost. Trailing the banged up cop car through the county, she listened at every stop as Jesse and Charlie tried to be the voice of reason with a jacked-up group of kids.

Her night vigils meant a change in both her work and sleep habits. Especially since Jesse was at her front door minutes after he arrived home each night. She was eternally grateful she could get by on a minimum of sleep, get her work done, and be awake and alert when Jesse rang her bell.

She also thanked all the gods and Fates that the rain had decided to move on with no immediate plans to return. The hot, sultry Florida nights were bad enough when she was running all over hell’s half acre. Getting seriously drenched at the same time would be totally unpleasant.

Most evenings as she followed the car, she kept to the shadows. No use calling attention to herself unnecessarily, but she was constantly vigilant, keeping them in her line of sight, ready to attack if the situation called for it.

Sometimes she caught Jesse searching the shadows, as if sensing her presence. She wondered if he was beginning to catch her scent. No. Impossible. She’d been told her wolf form masked her human odor. Still, she noticed an ever-present air of expectancy in his posture whenever he was out of the car.

And maybe that was good. Word of the attack on Bang Bang had spread throughout the county and, by now, had reached epic proportions. Combined with the growing rumor of wolves in the area, the gangs didn’t seem quite as anxious to be aggressive with Jesse and Charlie. Oh, they were hyped, no question about it. But to Alexa it seemed everyone was waiting for someone else to make the first move.

“It’s a balancing act,” Jesse told her one night, greedily swallowing a cold beer. “If we can somehow get each group to find a comfort zone in their own geographic area, we can call a general meet. Try to set some ground rules. Maybe let out some of the steam.”

“Are you worried that won’t happen?”

“Bang Bang’s injury is serving a dual purpose. It’s making him more cautious. But it’s also giving the other groups a sniff of his fear. They might decide to move in on him when they think his defenses are down. You know, like predators attacking a wounded animal.”

Oh, yes, Jesse. I know all about that.

But the talk always came much later, after their bodies were sated and spent. They no longer required words or signals to tell each other what they needed.

Jesse would hit the door and be pulling his clothes off even as he captured her mouth and devoured it, his body vibrating with desire. Hyped-up on an adrenaline high, he was barely inside her house before he was inside her, filling her with his swollen cock, cleansing himself of the street dirt with the beauty of her orgasm. She knew what he wanted. Quick and hard to take the edge off.

Then, their greedy hunger slaked for the moment, they took a long, sensuous shower. Body vibrating in anticipation, he would draw her into the shower with him, immediately leaning forward against the tile wall, waiting for her touch.

***

Ever since that first night of dangerously exciting exploration, she could feel his hunger for what she did to him under the hot stream of water.

He was so ready for her that he almost came from little more than the anticipation. The place where Alexa penetrated his body tightened with expectation. Her knowing fingers always took him to an incredibly high peak, wringing an orgasm from him that exceeded anything he’d ever felt.

Now, as he stepped under the spray of the shower, the tentacles of things dark and forbidden reached through his body, coiling up from his belly as he awaited the touch of her hands, the glide of her fingers into his ass.

It was always the same.

He closed his eyes, visualizing her lathering her hands with the scented soap. In a moment, he felt her small hands, like the wings of a bird, moving in a slow circular motion from his neck to his waist. He’d never known what erogenous zones shoulders could be, or the tiny spaces between bumps on the spinal column.

Her nimble fingers danced up and down his spine, light as a feather, then swooped over the taut muscles of his buttocks. Jesse couldn’t believe the hunger she’d created in him for what he called her “little trick.” Do it now, he wanted to beg her. But she always took her time, drawing out every sensation until his body felt ready to explode.

He sucked in his breath when her hand moved around to the front, caressing his belly then toying with the thick nest of pubic curls. He almost cried with relief when her fingers at last wrapped themselves around his cock. She began a gentle up and down motion, sliding from the root to the thick head and back again.

Her fingertips on his balls were like the touch of a faery, and he felt them harden and draw up. Jesus, she had gotten good at this since that first tentative episode. He was still shocked at how it turned him on and how much he looked forward to it. He couldn’t think of another woman he would allow to explore him so intimately.

He held himself in breathless anticipation as her hand stroked the length of the cleft of his buttocks. Each time she passed the tight opening of his asshole, his cock jerked, and he knew tiny drops of pre-cum had to be beading at the head.

Then she was there, small fingers sliding into that firm opening, into the hot darkness of his rectum. One finger, then two, moving in a scissor-like motion to stretch the tissues. He could have ejaculated at that very moment, but then he’d miss the rest of the erotic play, the teasing, the tormenting.

A groan rumbled up from his throat as, tonight, a third finger joined the other two, the first time she’d done that. Her delicate hand began its ride up and down his rock-hard penis. The muscles of his rectum clenched around her, alternating sensations of heat and ice flashing through him, his shaft swelling almost painfully in her hand.

There. Oh, God. She’d found that spot inside she loved to probe, the one that took him right to the edge of the world.

Ohgodohgodohgod.

He couldn’t help it. He rolled his hips, pushing against first the one hand, then the other. He felt his orgasm begin to build in his belly, in his testicles, at the base of his spine.

And then she stopped, the way she always did.

He would never have believed Alexa Martin could be such a terrible tease. Only it wasn’t just the teasing. She knew exactly what she was doing—building him by layers to a climax that would shake him until he came apart.

He felt the soapy massage again—shoulders, waist, buttocks, then the dainty fingers sliding into his asshole and fucking him with infinite care. Her fingers moved in and out of that dark tunnel, setting every nerve in his body on fire. As the blood in his veins heated to boiling, Alexa dragged a fingernail over the tip of his cock, running it lightly through the slit.

“Jesus Christ,” he exploded.

She nipped at his shoulder, a favorite habit, then rubbed her cheek against the teeth marks.

And finally, finally, she increased the movement of both hands, pulling him to the top of the mountain, stealing his breath. Every muscle in his body clenched with anticipation. And then he was there, the orgasm spreading from the base of his spine, through his balls, through every nerve and fiber. His cum spilled over her hand in a hot, thick stream, pulsing, spurting, until at last he was completely emptied.

Spent.

Weak as a kitten.

Alexa rinsed them both off under the shower head, dried them with her big fluffy towels, and led him to the cool, crisp sheets of her bed. He collapsed onto his back, taking her with him. She lay expectantly nestled against his shoulder, waiting for him to recover, shivering with need. Then it would be her turn.

With a surge of energy, he rolled her to her back, circling her wrists with one of his powerful hands. He stretched them over her head while his tongue did wicked and clever things to every inch of her body.

He felt her tense with disappointment and surprise when he tucked her up against him and closed his eyes. He had a treat for Miss Alexa Morgan tonight, but he needed every bit of his strength to pull it off.

***

Snap!

Click!

Alexa came awake at the sound of metal on metal. When she opened her eyes, Jesse loomed over her, desire smoldering in his whiskey-colored eyes. A hungry smile teased his lips. Heat rolled off his body and covered her like a blanket.

“Did you really think I’d let you go off to sleep without giving your pussy the proper attention? Or any other part of your body?” He chuckled, a predatory sound.

Alexa tugged at the handcuffs threaded through the bars of the headboard and securely locked in place. She ran her tongue over her lips. “And what exactly do you plan to do with me, Mr. Policeman?”

“Make you beg for mercy. What else?” He reached for something on the nightstand. Alexa turned her head to see him opening a small white box and remove what looked like chandelier earrings.

“You brought me jewelry?” she asked.

“Very special jewelry.” He nodded.

Bending his head, he took one nipple into his mouth, biting it gently then using his tongue to press it against the roof of his mouth. Her nipples had always been extremely sensitive. From the moment Jesse discovered that fact, he’d delighted in tormenting them any way he could. Sometimes, he would bring her to orgasm from nothing more than licking and sucking those hard diamond buds.

She arched up against his mouth, urging him to take more of her breasts into his hot cavern, but he focused only on the nipple and the darkening areola. Now, taking the tip of one in his teeth, he tugged until it swelled to his apparent satisfaction. Then he reached for one of the pieces of jewelry.