What he hadn’t known, or considered, was how poorly his little human would be able to block him while she came around.
For nearly half an hour he’d been on the fringe of her emotions, hovering right there with her while she masturbated herself to completion on the shower floor. He’d had to take his cock in hand while she did that and bring himself to orgasm, visualizing her firm naked body—legs spread, water cascading over her, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
After he cleaned himself up with the pack of tissues he was relieved to find under the seat, he’d attempted to tuck himself back into his jeans, hoping for his mate’s sake she could rest after the all-consuming orgasm that racked her frame.
At least if she slept for a while, she could let him back into her world with her head held high. But such was not the case.
Instead, she still craved him. When she’d climbed between her sheets and began to visualize their mating, Jaxon had hit his head on the steering wheel while he groaned in frustration.
He’d known then she wouldn’t make it through the night. Without a good hard fuck, she wouldn’t be able to relax.
In the cold evening air, Jaxon had left the warmth of his car and ambled toward her door, grateful no one was around to see his attempt at a normal stride with his dick at full attention once again and bulging into the front of his jeans.
When and why and who on earth decided it was a good idea to put men’s zippers right in front of their cocks? Didn’t anyone consider how painful the metal teeth would be for a man consumed with arousal who tended to go commando? Geez.
Adjusting himself and glancing around to make sure no one was watching him, Jaxon had made his way to his mate’s door and let his head fall against the cold glossy paint.
And waited.
Finally, she called to him. It jarred him a bit. He’d expected a phone call, not a mental connection.
Jerking upright, Jaxon rapped his fist three times against the door.
He smiled when his shocked mate climbed out of bed. She really needed to learn to block. She had no idea what she did to him with that head of hers running a mile a minute.
The door whipped open.
Jaxon sucked in a deep breath. He shouldn’t have been shocked. It wasn’t as though he had no idea what she’d been wearing. She’d screamed it through the connection when she’d stepped into the white lace panties and then slipped the tight-fitting tank over her head.
She’d screamed it again as she lay in bed, desperately trying to deny him while she squirmed against the lace material of her panties, her nipples rasping against the tight cotton tank top.
Still, he was stunned. She was so gorgeous. So hot.
Her chest heaved as she stood there. Her nipples poked forward, their dents in the tank calling to him.
He had a difficult time getting his legs to move as he stepped into her apartment, her space, her haven—the only thing she had that was all hers before this moment when he entered it with the intention of debasing every surface inside as quickly as possible.
Impervious to the blast of cold air he brought inside with him, she stared at his face. And bit her lip in that way that drove him insane.
“You shouldn’t open your door to any random knock without looking through the peephole, baby,” he admonished. He pushed the door closed behind him with a soft snick and turned the deadbolt without looking.
She ignored his ribbing and stepped back as he stalked forward. He tugged his jacket off and dropped it on the floor. The scent of her arousal filled the entire apartment. He took a deep breath and had to strain to keep himself from howling. Later he would need to shift and run free. He could howl all he wanted in wolf form and work out any pent-up energy then.
Not now. Now was for fucking.
Hard. Fast. Rough.
Later there would be time for slow and gentle.
Brianna’s hands went to her throat. Her skin was blotchy with lust, giant pinkened areas that he wanted to lick until she moaned. He hadn’t had her since this morning.
Brianna’s glazed eyes lowered to his cock. He knew the moment her gaze landed on the object of her desire.
She stiffened and squeezed her legs together. Why did women do that? Were they unaware the action would only make things worse, rubbing their pussy lips together and adding friction to their clits?
It must be instinctual, but it certainly wasn’t logical.
Brianna backed into a wall, bonking her head in the process. She didn’t seem to notice. Her gaze never left the spot where Jaxon had managed to zip his jeans, though the button still hung open.
When she licked her lips, he moaned and closed the distance between them in one long stride, pressing his body against hers. He straddled her head with his hands against the wall and took her mouth possessively.
Angling his head, he deepened the kiss in an instant, swallowing her moan of relief and tasting every delicious crevice of her mouth. Her minty toothpaste dominated her personal flavor right now, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, he liked the taste.
Jaxon aligned his body with hers and increased the friction between them, his cock nestling against her stomach. He pushed one thigh between her legs and nudged them open, spreading them as far as he could.
Brianna gripped his shirt with both hands and held on to him as though otherwise he might slip out of her grip and get away.
She broke the kiss, tipping her head to one side to take deep breaths. “I need you, Jaxon. Now. Please don’t fuck with me. Just do it. I’m not in the mood for foreplay.”
“Well.” He nibbled across her neck to whisper in her ear, “Since you’ve already come wickedly at your own hand in the shower, I guess you’re probably still primed for my cock.”
Brianna stiffened as he knew she would. In a way he’d invaded her privacy. But, in reality, she’d shouted it to him herself. She just didn’t realize it. And in truth, Jaxon didn’t feel right keeping the secret of her lack of blocking skills to himself. It seemed like a lie to him.
He felt obliged to tell her he’d been there. Too bad he hadn’t actually been able to watch in person, but close enough.
“I suck,” Brianna finally muttered. She relaxed marginally but didn’t release his shirt.
“Oh, baby, I hope so, but it has nothing to do with your new status as my mate. That will take time. It’s difficult even for a wolf shifter to learn to keep some thoughts to themselves. You’re human, Bri. It’ll take a while.
“Plus, it’s nearly impossible for new mates caught up in the frenzy. With your mind foggy with lust, it’s tough to concentrate on anything else, especially keeping your mate out of your head.”
Brianna slackened a bit more. “I suppose you know everything.”
“Mostly, yes. And the next time you masturbate in the shower, I want a front row seat. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and I wasn’t even physically here.”
He tipped his head back and stared into her eyes. She smiled. “I’ll consider it.”
“Oh, I didn’t ask you to consider it. I’m actually demanding such an audience. Don’t even think of touching your pussy with those itchy fingers in the shower again.” He nibbled her lower lip. “I’ll know,” he continued. “I might just spank that sexy pink ass of yours for insubordination if you do.”
Unsure what sort of response his words might elicit, Jaxon was more than pleased when his little mate tensed. Her pulse increased where he now licked a path down her neck. He could smell her arousal amp up a notch. Oh, she was so perfect. He’d mentioned spanking her before. Her reaction was no different this time.