Page 26 of Mated in Darkness

“It’s not the best of apartments, it’s nice, but it’s not the greatest. And yes, I do rely on the Pack security, sue me.”

“I’m glad that they take care of you. And all of their people.” The Starlight Pack seemed healthy from the outside and, so far, everything I was learning spoke to that nature. I just hoped that was the truth, since they wanted an allyship with my Pack.

Jason closed the door behind me, locking it, and my wolf growled, a need hitting me like a freight train.

He studied me, his eyes going dark, his mouth parting, and I lost all sense.

Clearly I had, because that was the only reason that I moved forward.

The only reason.

I pressed my hands into his shoulders and growled low.

“Tell me no.”

“Never,” Jason said, surprising us both. And then I lowered my lips to his, and I kissed him.

Chapter 11

Jason

I groaned,her taste nearly sending me over the edge. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I wanted was her.

My hand slid into her hair, tugging slightly as her hands scraped down my back. I knew she was using her fingernails, not claws, but even the thought of that happening made me groan. I turned us so her back was to the door, and I shoved her hard, kissing her, needing her. She nipped at my lip and I groaned again, kissing along the edge of her jaw, then down her neck.

Kissing her like this, without regard for what could happen next, was crazy. This couldn’t be happening. We both needed to stop, and yet neither one of us was going to.

She shoved her hand up my shirt, her palms over my skin, and I groaned, needing more.

I slid one hand over the back of her neck, tilting her head so I could kiss her deeper, the other going up her shirt to cup her breast. She had her hand down my pants, gripping my ass as we both ground into one another, kissing each other harder and harder.

Her lace-covered breast filled my palm and I slid my thumb over her nipple, the pebbled nub pressing into my thumb.

I pinched, just a little bit, and she gasped, wrapping one leg around my hip as her heat pressed against my jean-clad cock.

I was already too hard, ready to break, and yet all I wanted to do was go deeper and keep kissing her.

Her hand slid to the front of my jeans, cupping me, and I grumbled, squeezing my eyes together as she slid her hand over my length. I moved, jostling us both as I slid my hand away from her breast and down her pants. She was hot, wet, and sweet. I spread her folds, playing with her clit as both of us kissed harder, panting, needing.

And then I realized what the fuck I was doing.

I was nearly ready to come in my jeans with Kaylee’s hand around my dick, my hand down her pants, and almost ready to plunge into her and make her come, her cunt pulsating around my fingers.

I cursed, ripped my hand from her pants, and took a stifling step back, trying to calm myself, trying to collect my thoughts.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked, my voice a snarl.

All I wanted to do was put my fingers to my lips and suck her wetness off them, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Her gaze went to my hand, and fuck it. I looked at her then, stuck my fingers in my mouth, and sucked her sweet tartness off my fingers.

Her eyes glowed gold, her wolf at the forefront, and I nearly came at the taste of her.

I had never been this person. Never this brazen or whatever the fuck I was just then, and I didn’t care.

This was Kaylee, a woman I didn’t even know, and now I had her on my lips.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked again, my hand down at my side, my chest heaving. My dick was so hard I was afraid I would burst in my jeans, but I told myself that I was fine. That I could handle myself. That I had control.

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