Once the last wave hit him, he released her neck and let her lay back down on the bed. Jager collapsed on top of Daylen with his head in the crook of her neck. The hard length of his cock remained buried inside her pussy.
Daylen ran her hands up and down his back. “You came, and you’re still hard.”
He rocked his hips into her. “I know. I can keep it that way for hours, no matter how many times I come. It’s a male werewolf trait.”
“I’m not complaining,” Daylen said. She then let out a small moan when he almost pulled free of her body only to sheath himself to the hilt once more. “Again?”
“Again,” he said. Jager rubbed his cheek against one of Daylen’s taut nipples. He then sucked it into his mouth. Once he had her squirming beneath him, he lifted his head.
“This time I want to take you as a wolf would take his mate.”
Pulling out of her, he urged Daylen onto her hands and knees. He grasped her hips to hold her in position. Before he sank his hard cock back inside her warm wetness, he rubbed the tip of it against her clit. Daylen rocked back, trying to take him as he pushed into her.
She took him deeper in this position. Her inner muscles gripped his shaft in a tight fist as he moved in and out. Daylen rocked back in time with his strokes. He pounded into her while his cock hardened even more. Jager felt their mating bond grow more solid, drawing them emotionally closer together. The knowledge that Daylen was his had another climax building inside him. He pumped his hips faster as Daylen let out a whimpered moan. Her pussy fisted around his cock, milking him, as she started to come once more. Jager pumped into her once, twice, then he too found his release.
Satiated, feeling more content than he’d ever felt before, he pulled his still erect cock out of Daylen and took her in his arms. He moved to his back and got her to lie on her side with her head pillowed on his chest. With the mating urge no longer digging its claws into him, Jager let his eyes drift shut. He’d let them sleep for a while, but there was still a lot of the night left to love Daylen, and he was going to put it to good use.
Daylen must have dozed off, because when she opened her eyes again the room was in shadowed darkness. Moonlight spilled in through the open curtains of the room’s only window. She turned her head so she could look up at Jager from where she lay snuggled against his side. His eyes were closed, and his chest moved with his even breathing. Even though there wasn’t much light to see by, her eyes had adjusted enough to the dark so she could see most of Jager’s features. He was so good-looking he almost took her breath away.
To look at him, you would never guess Jager was a werewolf. He looked like a normal man, be it an exceptionally good-looking one with a killer body. Now that she had made love to him, the fact that he was a werewolf didn’t bother as much as it had in the beginning. Even when she’d seen his eyes mutedly glowing while he had taken her, she’d found they only increased Jager’s sexiness.
And making love to him hadn’t been like any of the other encounters she’d had with other men. Yes, Jager was great in bed, he’d made her just about mindless with his kisses and touch, but something else had passed between them. It was something she’d never experienced in another man’s bed before. It had almost seemed as if a part of him had reached for a part of her. When they’d touched and joined together, Daylen had been filled with a sense of rightness, as if she really hadn’t been complete until that moment.
Daylen also found herself drawn to Jager more than she had before. She was more than content just to lay snuggled beside him while he slept. All the reasons why she should push him away seemed to fly out the window. One bout of mind-blowing sex and she felt closer to Jager than she’d ever allowed herself to be with a man. And she’d only known him for a couple of days. But, during that time, he’d turned her life upside down and had her acting out of character.
She suddenly stiffened when another thought came to her. “Oh, shit!” she said out loud before she could stop herself.
Jager jerked awake and looked around the room. “What? What’s the matter?”
Daylen moved out of his embrace and sat up. “We didn’t use any protection. What kind of cop am I? I’m on the pill, but we still should have used a condom.”
“Is that all?” Jager asked as he once more relaxed next to her. “Don’t worry about it.
We didn’t need one.”
“I beg to differ.”
Jager sighed. “There’s no reason to get upset. Werewolves can’t get HIV or STDs, and I can’t smell any of those sicknesses on you either. And, even if you did have any of them, you wouldn’t be able to pass it on to me.”
“You can actually smell when someone is ill?”
“Yes.” He pulled her back into his arms.
She allowed him to tuck her head under his chin. “And you can’t ever get HIV or an STD?”
“No. Werewolves never get sick, literally. Only mortals have that weakness.”
Daylen tried to pull away so she could look at him, but Jager easily held her in place.
“Mortals? What do you mean by that? They way you talk you would think werewolves are immortal.”
Jager yawned largely. “Almost, but not quite.” He hooked the blankets with his feet and pulled them over them. “Go back to sleep. I want to rest a little while longer then I’m going to make love to you again and again and again.”
A small thrill went through Daylen at his words. She closed her eyes, but sleep eluded her. Werewolves are almost immortal? What exactly had she gotten herself into?
Chapter Nine
The sound of someone pounding on the bedroom door brought Jager and Daylen awake at the same time. Daylen blinked at the bright light and lifted her head so she could see the digital clock on the bedside table next to Jager’s side of the bed. It was just after eleven-thirty. Considering Jager and she had made love most of the night, she wasn’t surprised to find they had slept almost through the entire morning.
The loud banging on the door resumed until Jager shouted, “Whoever is out there had better have a good reason for waking us up.”
A woman’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Oh, I have a very good reason. Kye told me what you did last night. Now open this door and let me see what damage you’ve done.”
“Aw, Christ,” Jager said under his breath. He then said louder, “Roxie, go downstairs. Just give us a few minutes to get dressed and then you can commence with your reaming out.”
There was a few seconds of silence, then Roxie said, “Fine, I’ll be downstairs, but don’t keep me waiting too long.”
So the infamous Roxie who wanted Jager to follow her rules had shown up. Daylen was more than a little curious to meet her. Since Jager and Kye both thought Roxie would give Jager crap for pulling the stunt in bringing her here, Roxie obviously had some control over the men.
Jager threw back the covers and got out of bed. He stretched, giving Daylen a nice few of his tight ass. He turned and gave her a smile that said he knew she’d been staring.
“You might as well use the bathroom first while I get dressed. If we don’t get downstairs in what Roxie thinks is a fair amount of time, she’ll only come pounding on the door again.”
“What is Roxie to you? Is she a relation of yours?”
Jager snorted. “No. She’s more like my boss. She rules over all the werewolf packs.”
“So she’s like your queen or something?”
“Not a queen. There are no royal families in werewolf society. Roxie’s just special.