Jasper looks like the sun is residing in his soul. He beams, and his hips scoot forward, hard and fast, and the knot nudges me.
“Rub your pretty pussy while I make you come,” Jasper instructs. “And tomorrow night, we’ll fill you with my cream, and you’ll feed me your milk.”
I never considered myself an erotic person before, and if you’d asked me, I never would have thought Jasper would be the king of bedroom talk.
I rub my pussy as he commands, and the raw lust in his eyes, the love in his touch, makes me brave enough to try new things, new words. Telling him what he’s doing to me. “I love your thick cock. And I want to feel your knot inside of me.”
“You will. And it’s yours. I’m all yours to play with.” He leaves his cock in deep for a second, urging me to squeeze down. “Milk it with those muscles.”
“So good,” I whisper as the pressure builds, tightness inside, and trembling without. “I’m going to—”
“Wait!” Jasper pulls out, and I curse under my breath, looking at him with wounded eyes. “Go to your knees, you’ll see!” he urges.
I obey and moan in delight when he yanks my hips back to sink his shaft deep inside. He lifts me in his strong arms so that my knees and palms don’t touch the bed. “Have at it,” he says, one hand coming to tease my breasts while the other arm is wrapped under me.
My hips sway and buck, taking every inch of him at this angle, until I beg him to fuck me harder.
Within seconds, he lays me flat, thighs and chest to bed, palms under my nipples, and his muscular body owning mine, covering me, fucking me while I’m helpless and facedown—and coming so hard that I feel my juice puddling down my thighs.
“Can I come in you?” he asks, his ravenous voice in my ear. “Tell me I can come in that sweet, delicious pussy.”
“Oh, God, yes. Come in me. Come in me, and make me come again,” I beg, a new level of greed unlocked.
Jasper takes my request literally. He digs in deep, lifting my ass off the bed with a final thrust that ends in torrents of hot cum flooding my pussy—and before I can even gasp out a noiseof pleasure, his hand is there, easing out his softening cock and hammering my sensitive pussy, making me come again, this time so hard that I feel my pelvic walls tense and give up, letting out a stream of hot juice.
“Good little mate. Perfect, beautiful Loretta,” Jasper crows, raining kisses on my back.
“Whoa.” That’s all I manage. But later, I’ll find the words.
Chapter Fourteen: Mates
“Jasper.”
It’s the unofficial mayor of Pine Ridge, the vampire who is everyone’s go-to when they need help. Mr. Minegold’s voice is not heavy, but it has weight. Seriousness.
“Hey, Jakob. I’m just leaving the station.”
“I saw your broadcast. I look forward to the firehouse pancake breakfast on Veterans Day. Do you know who is coordinating donations of eggs, syrup, and the like?”
“Lt. Rockland. You didn’t call just to tell me you think I did a good job of supporting the VFW?”
“No. I called because I’m worried.”
“I know. I’m worried, too. I’m happy. I’m happy with blood on my hands. What’s that make me?”
“A psychopath—or a just man.”
“I could be both?”
“I know you, Jasper. Almost all of your life, I’ve known you. You are the soul of kindness and compassion. You are the heart of Pine Ridge.”
“Nah, that’s either you or Manny. Or Gloria. Gloria is definitely up there. And what about the Fenclans? And have you seen what King Silverbow is up to with this ‘Be on someone’s team’ thing? I love it.”
“This proves my point. You think of others first. All your life, even as a teenager, when teenagers like to push limits, you never dared to test what would happen if you let your wolf free, andyou always made the safest choices. Two nights ago, you killed a human.”
“I heard Loretta screaming for help. Crying. Begging. A body hit the floor. Jakob. That—that evil man told Loretta he was going to climb out the window with Ari—hinted he’d drop her, and it’d be the baby’s own fault. Told Loretta he’d throw her down the stairs. He was a killer. A killer by inches. I just... I dragged him from my pack, and I fought him down, stopped him moving so he couldn’t get to Loretta or the baby.”
There’s a deep, satisfied sigh. “You are happy because you stopped a killer from harming your mate and child. When I... When I was in Poland, Jasper...” Jakob’s voice falters.
