Jason wanted their first time to be special. Dinner, flowers, candlelight, hours of worshipping every inch of her creamy flesh. Not in the forest after a near-death experience. But Selene had other plans. He thought she’d be hesitant, maybe scared, considering her history. He was wrong. She grabbed his hips and demanded his full and undivided attention.
“Are you… sure…?” he stuttered, then gave in to her insistent pull on his body. “Oh. Game on.”
His breath hitched as he entered her, her tight heat making him work for it. Inch by glorious inch he eased into her, until finally, after what seemed like a small eternity, he was fully seated inside her. Finally complete.
He’d been with women before, hundreds of women actually, but as he connected with her, he realized he’d been deceived. All the sex he’d had in the past had been plastic imitations of the real thing. The intimate connection he held in his arms blew every other experience away.
Working his arm under the small of her back, he lifted her, supporting her beneath him as he worked a better angle. She hooked her ankles behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him. The scent of mango and vanilla wafted from her skin. He buried his face in what remained of her hair.
She thrust up against him. “Harder. I won’t break.”
He lifted her, guiding her until he was balanced on his knees with her straddling his hips. Deeper this way, he held nothing back, reveling in the tiny moans she produced with each targeted thrust. Selene’s violet eyes sparked with passion as she came crashing down on him in a wave of flawless skin and delicate bones. He moved inside her, allowing her to wash over him, to draw him higher, to the peak, to the place he was tempted to tumble over.
“Oh no, not yet,” she said, slowing her movements. “I’ve waited too long for you to rush this. I want more.”
“I want all of you Selene. Again and again. I want to feel that you’re mine.”
He held himself back, circling his hips to keep from going over the edge. Cupping her under the thighs, he lifted, standing from the soft grass and supporting her against his chest. The trunk of the tree they’d woken under made a fine brace for one foot, his hand resting on the trunk. In this position, he was so deep inside her he feared he’d hurt her. But she only gripped him tighter. When she scored his back with her nails, he didn’t hold back.
She moaned in his ear, pulling on his shoulders to ride the rhythm. He lost himself in her, in the connection that was everything he always wanted and never knew he was missing.
* * *
Selene metJason thrust for thrust, her arms straining to draw him closer, her abs working to build the momentum, her mouth melding with his until she’d explored every inch of his mouth and neck. And still she wanted more.
She’d never known it could be like this, to be completely filled both emotionally and physically. Her body could not contain the love he poured into her. She was a bowl overflowing with light, a light that shone in all her dark corners, smoothed her jagged edges, and made her feel like all the pain of the past served a purpose—to bring her to this point of total ecstasy.
A new urgency quickened his thrusts, and she found his eyes had bled amber and his expression had become markedly possessive. The look alone sent her over the edge.
“You’remine, Selene.” His possessive growl rattled her bones, and then he bit down on the place her shoulder met her neck, marking her, claiming her. The bond snapped into place, no longer a simple magnetic pull but a chain, linking them, binding them. She leaned her head back and came apart, shattering in his arms with his teeth still in her flesh, his hot skin against hers, his arms the only thing holding her up.
She felt his orgasm like a rush within her, and the effect was intense. Her body clenched around him, spilling over with pleasure once more. She clung to him through the aftershocks, where she ended and he began becoming a blur in her mind.
After a long time, she slid off his body and onto her own feet. “By the goddess,” she whispered.
Jason rested his forehead against hers. “By the goddess, indeed.”
They were still recovering when a sound came on the wind.
“Jason!” A man’s voice called from a distance. Selene looked around the tree in the direction of the noise. Silas, Laina, and Gerty were headed toward them.
“Hmm.” He smiled down at her. “Looks like we’ve been rescued.”
ChapterTwenty-Nine
“He has her heart?” Laina cried once they’d filled both her and Silas in on what had happened.
Jason placed a finger over his lips when the patrons of the coffee shop where they’d chosen to meet turned to stare at their table. Dressed and rested, he and Selene had spent the past hour detailing their ordeal, and only now did his siblings seem to grasp the scope of what occurred.
“What were you thinking, Jason? How could you hand over the amulet like that?” Silas kept his voice low, but Jason had no trouble hearing the venom in it.
“He had no choice.” The acerbic tone of Selene’s voice captured Silas’s attention, and Jason preened at his mate’s willingness to defend him. “Jason couldn’t use the amulet. It takes some kind of additional magic to operate. We were naked, trapped in a dragon’s lair on the side of a mountain in Siberia without any means of defense. If Jason had let Nickelova fry Alex, we would have been next.”
“And believe me,” Jason said, “I thought about falling on my sword for the pack. But once Nickie killed us, she’d have the amulet back. It was only a matter of time before she’d find another werewolf to take Alex’s place.”
“But she’s dead, right?” Laina asked.
Jason ran a hand over his face. “No. Not exactly.”
