Page 40 of Jackal's Pride
Pride.What did she mean by that?
This time when she tugged at her fist something pulled at my chest. I grunted. Suddenly, I was moving through the air. My back smacked the cage. I glanced at Maureen. She stood with her arm behind her back, holding something I couldn’t see. But I felt it. With every yank, my chest pulsed.
“What?” I squinted down at my chest. Every time I tried to stand, Maureen pulled and, I fell to my knees. There was so much I still didn’t know about her.So much power.I had always sensed it in her. Where did it come from?
“What’s wrong, Jack?” I bet she didn’t realize how much I enjoyed the way she called me that just now. My pulsed hammered. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my pants to get to her.
“When I get my hands on you…”
She tossed her head back and laughed. My mouth parted as I devoured her evil, triumphant sneer. She wasbeautiful and deadly.And I wanted no one else. “Threatening to kill me again?”
I didn’t answer. I’d let her think what she wanted. I’d show her soon enough. I stood and studied the way she held her hand out, right before she drove me to my knees again. I focused once more on her hand and reached out for whatever she held. My fingers slipped through it.
“Nice try,” she told me.
I exhaled, then focused on her neck. My bite mark was covered by a bandage. I wondered… “Show me.”
I knew she sensed the mark heat her skin because I felt it too—the connection flaring to life as her eyes glazed over. She could only glare as the chain came into focus in her grip. A chain that was coming out of my chest. So this was how she was yanking me around? I tried to grab it again and this time I could. Marking her was well worth the pain I had endured. I jerked the chain. She stumbled down to my level, and I grabbed her neck.
Everything happened quickly. One second, I was back in control, the next her tiny sword was carving out a piece of my chest, only this time it was different. I hissed, eyes roaming to where the pain was. She wasn’t pressing the tip of her blade all the way through. I was confused until the sexual tension went up a thousand degrees. A low, guttural rumble shuddered through me.
Maureen was marking me. Her beautiful orange-colored essence seeped into the slash on my chest, claiming a spot within me permanently. Her presence and command now resided where my heart should be.
“Do you understand now?” She lifted the blade to my neck. The inferno possessing me made it hard for me to care. I was driven toward something only she could give me.
“I understand perfectly.” I leaned forward and wrapped my arm around her, forcing her against me. She sucked in a breath, eyes half-clouded between fighting and wanting this too as I smacked the portal chip in my pocket and ported, taking her with me. My grip on her was bruising as I held her close, not sure if she’d flee or fight. I threw her on the couch the moment we were back at her place, then I crushed her with my weight and everything was shadowed in heat and beingcomplete. My body holding hers down somehow seemed right.
I pushed up onto my elbows and created just enough space between us. I ripped her shirt down the middle. Black padded material covered her breasts. I lifted it up and palmed one crudely. Then I flicked my tongue down between them, branding the taste of her sweet, salty skin to my memory. She moaned and pushed me away, trying to get out from underneath me.
“No,” I growled. She pinched my arm furiously, hopeless to move me right before she faded out again. I didn’t have to go searching. My little monster—fitting name for someone so full of anger and conceit—re-faded and grabbed me from behind. Using my shirt, she jerked me around until my back was against the couch, and she was on top. She climbed my lap and gripped my shoulders with enough force I knew she wanted to hurt me. Her efforts were futile—her strength paled in comparison to mine. It was only because I moved willingly for her that she was able to do what she wanted. She grasped my chin, pulling my face to hers. Only for her did I allow her to think she was in control. It didn’t matter to me like it did to her.
“I’m fucking you, not the other way around.” She shouted and shoved me away. In the commotion, I nipped her finger, and she howled—low and angry like a warning. Her cold eyes darted between the injury and my face.
“That’s what you think,” I said, curving my fingers around the belt loops of her pants. She tried to move, and I yanked, tearing the flimsy material to shreds. Fuck! Another layer of clothing existed beneath it. This one hiding the spot I yearned to taste. I groaned, inhaling her arousal—darkly forbidden and sweet—seeping through the soft fabric.
“Mine.” I growled.
She pressed her forehead against mine. “No. You’remine, Jack.”
She could say whatever she wanted. I held her firmly and cupped her neck. My lips slammed down onto hers, claiming and conquering the first and only one to drive me so mad and out of control. The first reckless taste of her lips was all it took, and Iknewnothing could taste more exquisite than her. So wild and succulent like engulfing pure untamed energy through the mouth. Her tongue swept out, entangling itself with mine—the soft, wet press of hers chasing mine was all-consuming. Hot goose bumps rose all over my skin, liquid fire rushing to my cock. No wonder so many mated with their mouths; they were so receptive to our desires. Not only could I taste a part of her, I chased after it with my scorching need for her.
We became animalistic in our coupling. Teeth gnashing, panting, and tearing at flesh. Our tongues slicked together while the heady aroma of our arousal clouded the air surrounding us. Lingering, like a disease, was her anger. For wantingthis? Me?I wasn’t sure. As we conquered each other, though, triumph fueled my rapidly growing lust.
In my lifetime, I’ve never touched another the way I did Maureen. Lack of practice, however, did not mean I had no idea of how the act was done. It was a primal dance as old as time. When I stopped fighting the inevitable, everything came easier.
My cock throbbed and ached, pre-cum oozing from the tip. It wasmaddeningto have her here so close and, in my lap, and still not be inside her. Especially when my cock was dripping,beggingwith raging desire to know how her sweet opening accepted my girth. This heavy, tightening of my ball sac was like that of hunger—only the gnawing need for what I yearned for was exceedingly worse with Maureen. I’d rather starve for days than go another second of not knowing her body inside and out. I grabbed the flimsy material and moved it aside as I rubbed my fingers over her pussy. We both groaned. She was so wet, her body already ready and willing to take me inside her. Her aroma—wild with a hint of lavender—made it seem like I was in a web of smoke and fog. One she created, and one I’d never be able to get away from. She grabbed my hair, then my clothes were gone—she materialized them off me with rapid speed. Then she was grinding her pussy against my hand and cock since my fingers were still between her folds.
Sweet demon!
Slipping my hand out, I pulled her closer, letting her arousal coat the side of my cock. Her pussy was hot above me—a torment and a tease all wrapped in one. Powerful convulsions engulfed my lower stomach in desire. I cupped her ass cheeks, slapped them impatiently, then went on to rub them unable to stop myself. The driving force of my passion was a powerful emotion, urging me to slide into her, mate, then soothe her after the conquer. I was out of control, more than I’d ever known before. I wanted to do so much to her all at once—carnal cravings were more like a battle between soft and hard, sensuality and animalistic. Or maybe it was the beast in me that made me this way.
“Go on, Maureen,” I urged her, nuzzling my nose on her neck. “Take me inside you.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Her words were harsh, but her voice was a broken plea—laced with a mutual craving I recognized in my own voice.
She rubbed her slick cunt against me instead. A throaty purr erupted from her throat—my entire body tingled in response. The sound spurred my pulsing, painfully engorged cock. Trailing my lips down her collarbone, I bent lower until I got to the material covering her breasts.I wanted, no, I desperately needed to see her completely bare.Inhaling the musky aroma of our desire around us, I raised my hand, claws sprouted from my fingers, and ripped the fabric down the middle. Her cream-colored breasts sprang free, pink nipples pebbled like they were asking me to fondle them. As I already knew, beauty, for me,wasMaureen.I drooled like a raving idiot at the glorious sight of her. I could make a meal out of her and keep coming back for more.
Palming her breast, I squeezed, and she keened from my touch before I did what I’d been longing to do since her breasts were bare. I lowered my mouth, suckling and flicking my tongue out over the puckered nipple. Her hands sunk into my hair. As she dug her nails in, she pressed my face further into her chest like she was urging me on. Encouraged by her behavior, my canines lengthened unexpectedly, grazing her pink areola. Her entire body trembled against mine. Slowly, she was unraveling the way I desperately yearned for her to do. As I molded my hands to her breasts and shoulders, I learned the way she responded to the things I did. If I kissed too lightly, she mewled for more. If I nipped her skin some, she shivered and more of her enticing arousal flooded my nostrils. In the process of studying her, I realized seeing her morph into this exotic, whimpering beauty, that her desire was what drove mine. Her wants and needs came first in my head. I didn’t mind this. The flush of her cheeks, the ripeness of her sex, the gorgeous submission in her body as she quivered—that was what fueled mine.