Instead of yanking down his jeans so he could sheath himself inside her, he rose between her legs and up her body. Jager moved to his side, then pulled Daylen onto hers next to him and brought her hand down to his engorged cock. Holding her to his chest, he said, “Make me come this way.”
Daylen dragged her tongue across one of his flat nipples. “Come inside me instead.”
Jager wrapped her fingers around his hard length. “I can’t. Not this time.”
Thinking maybe he couldn’t because he didn’t have a condom, Daylen relented. She squeezed his cock before she started to slide her hand up and down his shaft. As she stroked him, she felt his cock harden even more.
“That’s it,” Jager panted as he rocked his hips in time with her strokes. “I’m going to come. Just a little bit more.”
Daylen pumped her hand faster, tightening it around his cock. Jager held her closer in his arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck. The sound of his harsh breathing filled her ears as she felt his cock start to pulse in her hand. With a loud moan, Jager thrust into her grip one final time as hot jets of semen shot into her hand and onto her stomach.
Breathing hard, once more aroused from bringing Jager to completion, Daylen allowed him to tuck her head under his chin and hold her close. Even though he’d come, his cock was still hard in her hand, but Jager made no move to do anything more than hold her.
With reason slowly returning, she lifted her head to look Jager straight in the face.
The sight of his eyes glowing mutedly while he stared back at her made her stiffen.
“What’s with your eyes?”
Jager tried to push her head back under his chin, but she stopped him. He sighed.
“Forget about my eyes right now. I just want to hold you for a little while longer before we get to the complicated stuff.”
Daylen then realized she was lying naked in the middle of the hallway near the entrance to her living room. She could hear the TV playing in the background. She gave Jager a hard shove on the chest until he released her then scrambled to her feet. Needing time to let what had just happened between her and Jager sink in, Daylen gathered her scattered clothes, went to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
Chapter Seven
Jager watched Daylen disappear down the hall and heard the bathroom door shut a few seconds later. He tucked his loose hair behind his ears before he stood. His jeans gaped open with his still hard cock hanging out the front. The hand job Daylen had given him had only whetted his appetite for her. But even if he had come deep inside her pussy, he still would have kept his erection. That was one thing the males of his kind had over mortal males—they could keep an erection for hours even after coming several times.
After he stuffed his dick back inside his jeans and zipped them up, Jager picked up his shirt from the floor and put it on. He gathered up his duster and sword but kept them in his hand. Jager found his hair elastic on the floor and put it in his pocket. Not sure how long Daylen would be in the bathroom, he went into the living room and sat down on the couch to wait.
A few minutes passed before Daylen walked into the living room once again dressed.
She moved to stand in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest. Her cheeks still held a slight flush, and the scent of their lovemaking lingered on her skin. Jager forced himself not to reach for her, to let Daylen make the first move.
Her gaze skidded over his sheathed sword beside him on the couch before she brought it back to his face. “I’ve decided I won’t haul you off to jail. It seems every time you touch me I lose my ability to think like a normal, rational person, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want some explanations.”
Jager patted the empty spot next to him on the couch. “Sit down, Daylen.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I need to keep my head, which is so out character for me. I don’t know if I like this weakness you bring out of me either.”
“It’s not a weakness. It’s part of the process,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Daylen’s brows drew together. “Part of what process?”
“It causes us both to lose are heads when we’re near each other.”
“What is this it you keep referring to?”
“The mating urge. Now sit down so I can give the explanations you want.”
She snorted. “The mating urge, huh? I would say that would be an apt explanation of what just took place on my hallway floor. It had a whole lot to do with pure, simple lust.”
Jager sighed when Daylen made no move to sit down next to him. “That’s just the start of it. Are you going to sit down or not?”
Daylen gave him a hard look. “How can I trust you not to touch me again?”
He picked up his sword. “I swear on my sword, which is very near and dear to me, that I won’t touch you while we talk. Unless you want me to, that is.”
It took a few seconds, but in the end, Daylen gave a nod and moved to sit beside him on the couch. She made sure there was good deal of space between them.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” he said.
“All right, talk. You can start off by telling me what you were doing sword fighting with that other guy in the alley. And why the hell do you carry a sword around in the first place?”
Jager knew if he wanted Daylen to understand about those things he would have to tell her about his being a werewolf first. Now that he actually got her to sit and listen to him, he was a little reluctant to tell her the truth. He didn’t think he would have to worry about Daylen running from him in fright. She was too tough for that, but there was a good chance she wouldn’t want to accept what he truly was.
He turned on the couch to face Daylen. “I promised Roxie I would follow her rules, but right about now I want to say bugger them. There is something to be said about not giving you a choice.”
Daylen shook her head. “You’re losing me. Who is Roxie, and what choice am I supposed to make?”
“Roxie is a female my sister, brothers and I protect.”
A funny look passed across Daylen’s face. “A female? That sounds so—”
Flustered, Jager waved her question away. “Forget that. You don’t need to know about her right now. Look, I don’t know how to do this any other way but lay it all out on the table. I’m not known for being subtle.”
“Then spit it out already.”
Cursing Roxie and her damn rules, Jager said, “I’m a werewolf, and you are my mate. I knew the first time back in that alley when I smelled your scent. The mating urge has been riding me ever since. I want you as mine.”
Daylen blinked at him a few times then burst out laughing. “As a cop, I’ve seen a lot of weird things, but seeing a real werewolf isn’t one of them. Though I met a whacked out druggie once who liked to howl at the full moon and pretend he was about to change into a creature who hungered to kill.”
Jager scowled. “I’m not some whacked out druggie. I’m truly a werewolf, and you are my mate. That’s why you can’t resist my touch.”
He watched Daylen slowly bring herself back under control, though a smile hovered on her lips. “Come on, Jager, a werewolf? You can do better than that.”
“I’m not making it up.”
Daylen snickered. “Maybe I should go look out the window and see if there is a full moon tonight. I always say it brings out the crazies.”
Starting to get a little annoyed that Daylen would laugh in his face when he’d told her the truth, Jager stood. It was obvious she would never believe him unless he gave her some kind of proof. Then proof she would get.
Not giving Daylen any kind of warning, he reached for the magic inside him to make the shift from his human form to his wolf form. All humor drained from Daylen’s face as he jumped up on the couch and put his nose an inch away from hers.