The Beast in Him
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Okay, she said softly. Okay.
Closing his eyes, grateful she gave him some breathing room, he thought about how hed take his time, make this right. This was Jessie Ann, after all. Little Jessie Ann. She deserved this to be right and proper and... and...
Smitty let go a vicious snarl as Jessies fingers scratched a little-known spot at the base of his scalp. One of his two happy spots. How she knew, he had no idea. But almost immediately his right leg started to shake as his rational mind slipped away.
Dont
But she did, clever fingers stroking, digging into that spot and scratching harder.
Dammit, Jessie Ann! was the last thing he said before he took hold of her panties and ripped them off with one yank.
Grinning as she tore open the condom packet, the tip of her tongue resting against her top lip, she lifted his cock from his jeans and rolled the latex on.
Smitty took firm hold of her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the counter. He fit his cock against heramazed how wet and hot she was with so little effort on his partand shoved home.
Both of them groaned, then Jessie wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He gripped her ass tight in both hands and braced his legs apart to keep him steady. She held him like her life depended on it. Hed never had a woman hold him so tight, one arm around his shoulder, the other his waist while her ankles stayed locked behind the small of his back. He tipped her back, giving him the perfect angle.
Taking firm hold of her hips, Smitty fused his lips to hers before he slowly pulled out of her only to drive back in. She screamed into his mouth, but that did nothing except make him insane. He held still inside her for a minute, his cock throbbing as her pussy clenched around him. One more time he desperately tried for control, but Jessie rested her lips against his ear and whispered one word.
Smitty.
The wolf in him took hold and he pulled out only to slam back in. Again and againwith a ferociousness that worried even him.
She thought theyd been bullshitting. Or bragging. Or both. All those giggling girls whod said theyd been with one of the Smith brothers. Jess would sit under the bleachers in the gym or at the football field, or shed hide in trees and listen to those stupid, silly girls go on and on about going on a Smith ride.
But now she knew. As she gripped the man who fucked her senseless for, hell, she didnt know how long, Jess realized those girls hadnt been bullshitting. At least not about Smitty they hadnt been.
And when that Smitty-provided orgasm snuck up on her, she couldnt even scream or speak. Instead, it felt like her heart had stopped and her organs temporarily shut down as her head fell back and she gasped, her entire body sort ofclenching around him, gripping him so tight she knew she would have broken a lesser man.
Oh, yeah, Jessie Ann, Smitty panted against her sweat-drenched skin. Oh, God, yeah.
Then he gave a shout and she felt him let go, his body giving a hard jerk as he came.
For a moment, she thought his knees would buckle as he leaned against her, breathing hard and holding her tight. But he held steady and strong, like always.
They stayed like that for several minutes, saying nothing but feeling each heartbeat, each ragged breath.
Jess finally gazed into Smittys face. He smiled and started to say something, but she immediately cut him off. Dont say anything that will annoy me.
Smitty stared off for a long moment, let out a breath, opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head. When he finally looked back at her, all he could manage was a shrug.
Chapter 12
Smitty dropped her on his bed, reaching down to help her off with the rest of her clothes. He shucked his just as quickly and stretched out on the bed next to her.
Resting on his side, Smitty propped his head up with one hand while dragging the other slowly down her body. Amazed at how soft her skin felt. She must bathe in lotion, he thought before gently taking her shoulder and turning her onto her stomach. His hand skimmed down her back, resting on her ass while he slowly kissed his way down her spine. Now he had some control. Now hed keep it.
I want you to stay tonight, he stated between lazy kisses.
No, she replied firmly, her head resting on her folded arms. But Ill stay for a while.
Smitty palmed her ass, turned his hand, and slowly thrust two fingers inside her. She groaned and rocked back against his hand. Wrapping her arms around the pillow, she buried her face and moaned his name.
It annoyed him more than was reasonable that she seemed so ready to walk out his door when they were done. He really should be grateful. Getting involved with Jessie Ann was just a quicker way to break her heart. He eventually would too. Jessie had forever with pups written all over her. She needed someone nice and sweet and completely nonthreatening to her or her Pack. He needed someone who could handle being around the females of the Smith Pack. No way would he spend the next forty years searching for Jessie under bleachers.
Still... shed leave when he was ready for her to leave and not a damn minute before.
Smitty continued kissing her back, his hand busy between her thighs. Turning his fingers inside her, he found a spot that had her gasping and biting the pillow.
Youre beautiful, Jessie Ann, he sighed while rubbing that same spot, over and over until he heard a small sob break from her. Always have been.