Page 22 of Bad Blood Wolf

She gave a feral moan as he found the right spot, and he rolled his hips, caressing her through the tight cloth.

She nipped at his lower lip, sending his wolf growling, and then her teeth traveled down the side of his neck, not quite piercing the skin. His dick throbbed, and a deep moan forced its way out of his throat. He’d never wanted a woman this much. Not even close.

Her hands slid down the back of his jeans, tightening the pull on his dick. The feel of her warm skin on his naked ass drew another groan from him.

Brody reached around and pulled open the back door of the truck. It was an old one, with a bench seat in the back, and he pushed Jasmin onto the seat. Her ass had barely hit the vinyl before she was undoing his jeans. She put her hand inside his briefs and wrapped it around his swollen cock, sliding her fist up its length.

He barely kept from letting out a full-blown howl. She slid backward across the seat without letting go of him, and he moved with her, managing to pull the door shut behind him.

He knelt above her, fumbling at her jeans, gritting his teeth in a strangled moan every time she pulled rhythmically at his cock.

This was insane. He was half-naked in Jasmin the Demon Queen’s truck right outside the Mad River Road House, where half the Nashville pack would love to catch him with his pants down.

Somehow that made it hotter.

He shoved her jeans partway down and then reached between her legs and found her soft hot pussy, already soaking wet. That alone almost sent him over the edge.

He stroked her, spreading her juices all the way up to her clit and down to her opening, over and over, wanting that feral cat moan that had turned him on so hard.

She gave a growl of frustration and kicked off her boots. He pulled her jeans off, then bent over, lifted her legs up over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. The heat and sent of her made him crazy, and he sucked on her clit, thrust his tongue into her core, licked every slick fold until she was whimpering.

He held her sweet, naked thighs apart until he was done with her, until she was bucking and moaning and exploding around him. She clutched at his thighs, tearing holes in his jeans with her claws, and he loved the pinpricks of pain as much as the sweet silky taste of her.

He lowered her hips and swiveled on the seat, pulling her up so that she straddled his lap. With one smooth, desperate thrust he was inside her, enveloped in her sex.

That, too, was a thousand times better than he’d imagined. Hotter, wetter, sexier.

This time he couldn’t quite swallow the howl.

All the depression that had been plaguing him turned into something wild and crazed and fucking alive.

Jasmin ripped bigger holes in his shirt, her hands eager for his flesh, stroking and scratching and stroking again, her head thrown back.

He had to touch all of her. He had to taste all of her. Brody grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, exposing her breasts.

She began to move, her eyes closed, but he wrapped one arm around her hips and held her still, completely sheathing him. Then he sucked one pinkish-brown nipple into his mouth.

She gasped and struggled, trying to fuck, but he held her still and concentrated on her breast, cupping it roughly in his hand, licking and sucking with a rhythm that he just barely echoed with his hips.

She snarled softly, her muscles rigid, and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

He lavished attention on the tight bud of her nipple with his tongue and teeth and lips, and she moaned again, head thrown back, silky curtain of hair cascading over his arms. He loved the feel of it sliding over his skin, and he paused a moment to rip the remains of his shirt off so he could feel it around him.

He went back to sucking her, giving the other breast equal time, not slowing his pace. She was bucking her hips as much as she could in his iron-hard grasp, and he loved having her soft strength surrounding him, impaling it with his cock, driving this controlled woman out of control, giving her more pleasure than she wanted.

He wanted to give her more than she could take.

He leaned her back against the seat, angling her hips back until he could slide his thumb in between them and tease her clit. She gasped, then bucked and came hard, igniting in his hands like dynamite, letting out another harsh snarl. “Fuck, yes,” she murmured.

Brody began thrusting into her, feeling her sliding along his length. He still fingered her clit, and she was gasping now, moving with the rhythm, moaning desperately as he felt the tension building in her again.

His wolf felt like he was on the hunt, chasing something unnamed and unnamable across a huge open expanse. The cadence of his running feet became the rhythm of their lovemaking, on and on, tirelessly, searching for that one prize just out of his reach.

And then his wolf leaped inside him, and he couldn’t hold back any more. He slammed himself upwards into Jasmin, still holding her hips so that he could get as deep inside her as he could, wanting to touch parts of her that no one else had ever touched.

The moment seemed to stretch out, his body on fire, all his nerve endings pulsing, his wolf reaching and grasping—and then he felt like his lungs and his cock exploded at the same time.

She screamed the moment he came, and she came again, this time clawing his back until she drew blood. He grabbed her behind the head and kissed her again, long and deep, their mouths connected as their bodies pulsed into one another.

He felt her clench around him, and he rode out the waves of her climax, feeling every delicious aftershock through his whole body.

Her lips softened under his, and she went relaxed and boneless, like a sleeping cat. He kissed her over and over, stroking her hair and sipping at her lips, brushing them with his and then deepening the kiss again to drink his fill of her sweet essence.

Her body molded against him, all tension and resistance gone, and everything was suddenly right with his world.

He felt a low rumble in her chest, almost like a purr.

He moved his lips across her cheek, down her jawbone. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I knew there was something soft and sweet underneath that badass cat.”

Her whole body froze.

And then she was scrambling away from him, snarling, out the other door of the truck. For one moment she stood in the moonlight, naked and magnificent, and then her jaguar burst out of her body with a scream.

Brody held his breath, waiting for the attack.

It never came. She gave him one furious look from her gold-green eyes, and vanished into the night.