Page 70 of Jackal's Pride
“There’s no fire in me. Not even for myself. When it burns, it’s all for you.” The green orbs that were his eyes weighed down on me, asking me to believe him. “Only for you.”
Releasing our shared stare, Jackal slipped his fingers into my hair and pulled the elastic out before pressing my face into his chest. He loosened the tangles from being in a ponytail for so long. I couldn’t hear the hearts, but what I could hear was the purr in his breathing as he stroked my back. Slowly, I unfurled my arms from my chest and wrapped them around him.
“Tell me,” he began, and I waited with my ear still trapped against his chest. Everything was strange about us standing here in each other’s arms. The music moved on from something sensual to something upbeat and quick, but we stood still. Everything around us fading away to a dull hum. “Are you saying that you can feel this way with another man? Did you feel this for the guy you let touch you earlier?” Jackal paused. “Do you want me to kill all of these mortals you wish to save?”
I frowned. “I never said that.”
He relaxed his hold around me. “Then why do you expect me to have a physical response to every other female?”
“I’ve been attracted to dozens of guys.”
He tensed. “I know what I feel, and I know your response. Your body and your smell tell me no lies… You’re saying you’ve felt this way with another?”
“May—”
He grabbed my ass until I hissed. Pulling my head back by my hair, Jackal scowled at me. “Lie to me, and I’ll no longer be gentle. I’ll do what I’ve meant to do from the beginning.”
My throbbing pussy responded, and suddenly my panties were wet. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” he pressed his thick cock against my stomach, “that the beast you’ve awakened inside me won’t be satisfied until you’ve accepted what you are to me. Look at me, Maureen.” I already was before he demanded it. “I’ve spent more time as a wolf than a man. You think me weak, you think me a fool because I’ve been gentle with you.”
“I never—”
“You question me, again and again,” he held me close to him, forcing me to feel all his anger. His essence weighed down on mine, forcing me to acknowledge it.
“I—”
“You don’t trust what I feel because of the hearts,” he said as he gripped me tightly, dragging one hand into his pocket. The next thing I knew we were standing in my living room. “Your insecurity and your pride stops here! There’s no coming up for air, Little Fighter. Neither of us leave this house until the tips of your toes to your very soul know that you are mine.”
I’d never seen him so angry. I’d never seen his eyesblack. I was riddled with so much fear, and an ache so deep inside me that it consumed me completely. I stumbled back. He caught me by the wrist, his grip bruising.
“You deny me the one thing I want.” Jackal’s words rumbled off his chest. “You’ve allowed the beast in me to win. For now, I won’t see reason. The only thing I’ll do is take. Let’s see how long your pride lasts.”
Chapter 25
Maureen
Regaining my wits, I glared. “Come at me with that barbarian bullshit, and I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.”
He grinned, revealing those beautiful teeth, as he stalked around my stiffened posture. “I don’t mind your lies, but I will get this truth out of you.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” I ordered him. Suddenly, we were naked thanks to him. “And don’t dematerialize my clothes!” I materialized a new set of jeans and a shirt. They disappeared just as quickly as I put them on. “Jack!”
“That’s more like it!” Something I said pleased the bastard. He lunged.
I screamed like a fucking girl, and I wasn’t proud. I was partially panicked, the rest horny as hell so there was no thinking to fade away from him. Then his hands were on me. One on my stomach, the other at the nape of my neck as he bent me over the couch. This was no easy feat. I gave him a good struggle until his cock smacked my ass.
“Your arousal is so thick in the air it’s choking me.”
“Shut up!” I told him, cheeks heating up.
He laughed, helaughed.This was no laughing matter. I was horny and pissed off that he did this to me so easily. Then it stopped and the living room was filled with our heavy breathing. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.
“You spread them—”
He yanked my feet out from underneath me, pressing my face into the cushions. I pushed my palms against the cushions. As his rough fingers grazed my opening, I gasped.
“Come here,” he grunted. As he lifted me up by the arms, tugging me back awkwardly, I thought he meant to turn me around, but he pushed me onto the floor, making sure that I was on all fours in the process.