The Beast in Him
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As he expected that little fist came winging toward his chest and he caught it, yanking Jess across his lap, making her straddle him. He held her by her waist and smiled up into that pretty face.
Im serious, Jessie Ann. I love you. Darlin, I think Ive always loved you.
Good. And her uncomfortable smile made him nervous. Then you wont mind when we get married.
Married?
Uh-huh.
Wolves dont marry.
Wild dogs do.
An elopement kind of thing? he asked hopefully.
Dont get me wrong, Id love that. Really. But the Pack will never let me get away with that. There has to be a wedding. We never had money for a really nice one before. Itll be our first, and Im the Alpha Female. Trust me, they wont accept less.
Uh-huh. With like, what? Ten, twenty people?
Ten, twenty... three hundred. Whatever.
Smitty groaned. Forget it, Jessie Ann.
Smitty
I dont need a piece of paper telling me I love you and that were together forever. He reached up and brushed the already-healing wound on her shoulder. Her eyes closing, Jessie gave a pain-filled grunt. So he brushed his fingers across it again. This time Jessie snarled and went to grab his hand. He caught her wrists instead and yanked her close.
I dont need some preacher to make real what we have.
But
He released her hands only to grip both sides of her face and yank her down for a kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and Jessie pulled hers back so he had to reach for it. Thats when she bit down.
Smitty jerked and she raised a single, challenging eyebrow. He flipped her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head. Jessie stared up at him with no fear, no regret. Only lust. She didnt fear the rabid Smith side shed unleashed and could come out at any minute. In fact, she continued to egg that side of him on. Daring him to take her on a hard, fast, rough ride.
And what kind of Southern gentlemen would he be if he ignored the ladys request?
In the future, she might want to consider the consequences of calling a Smith wolfs bluff. Because one second he had her wrists pinned to the floor, the next they were tied to the couch leg by utilizing the straps of her backpack. She had to give it to the man, SEAL training definitely taught him how to make the best of what he had at his disposal.
Once he had her wrists tied, he had free rein of the rest of her body. And he took full advantage of that fact. Keeping her on edge for what felt like forever. Teasing her, torturing her. Making her legs shake and then pulling back and leaving her hanging. His mothers last words to her came back to haunt her: ... the bestride youll ever have. And it was. The best, the roughest, the most demanding.
Jess loved every second of it. And when he finally let her come, she couldnt even scream. Instead, her entire body bowed and she could only shake and gasp, the orgasm rolling and rolling until she thought shed lose her mind.
When her body stopped shaking and her eyes uncrossed, she discovered hed already untied her and was sleeping beside her. Snoring. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding on to her like he thought she might try to sneak away.
And she might haveif she could actually walk.
With all that late-night tusslin, Smitty thought hed worn her out. He should have known better.
Her naked body landed right on his stomach and she slapped her hands against his chest like she was playing bongo drums.
What? he groaned, trying to turn over and go back to sleep.
Its morning! she cheered.
And?
Lets go hunting! You and me taking down a deer or elk. Wouldnt that be romantic?
No, go back to sleep, Jessie Ann.
Those hands slapped at his chest again and he snarled. Unfortunately, Jessie didnt seem too put off by that.
Come on, Smitty! Its a beautiful morning. Everything is covered in snow and the sun is shining bright. But it may snow again later, so lets do this now.
What time is it?
Its morning, she insisted.
Jessie Ann.
Six-thirty.
His eyes popped open and he glared at the beautiful naked woman on his chest. You woke me up at six-thirty in the morning? Woman, have you lost your mind?
Come on, Smitty, she whined. I need my wild dog morning greeting.
Which is?
Ummm... lets see. Hugs, chaste kisses, and nose rubs between Packmates.
Smitty shook his head. Nah, I cant do all that. She pouted, looking more adorable than was fair. In resignation, he offered, I can fuck you until you pass out.
Jessie shrugged and sighed. Well... if thats the best you can do.
Smitty turned his muzzle away, refusing to participate. Jess tapped him again, forcing the issue. Her Pack wasnt here, so hed have to do for now. He still tried to ignore her, so she slapped the deers femur against his head and whined just enough to be annoying but not make him storm away.
Growling, Smitty looked around like he expected to find someone watching them. When he seemed to conclude the coast was clear, he gripped the other end of the bone between his massive jaws and pulled. Jess pulled back and Smitty dug his feet in, forcing Jess to work.