Page 47 of Stealing Sloane

“Don’t,” she rasped before taking him in again.

“Fffuuuccck!” He let go, the first burst of come exploding in her mouth. She pulled her head back and gripped him again, sending shivers down his spine as his continued to orgasm, painting her cheeks and lips with his come. The expression on her face was that of pure lust, like she had enjoyed herself. After the last spurts of his release, his body was wrung out, and he flopped back on the bed, melting into the mattress.

Sloane crawled over him, wiping her face with the bottom of her shirt. She lay on top of him, their bodies pressed together. Nuzzling his chest, she took in a deep breath.

When his senses returned, he spoke first. “Just so you know, my wolf is obsessed with you.”

“Oh?” She looked up at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh yeah. He’s obsessed with you and your wolf too.” He buried his nose under her ear, where her scent was strongest. “What about your wolf?”

“What about her?

“What does she think of me?”

“Hmmm.” She twisted around to face him. “I guess she likes you too.”

Hope bubbled in him like a balloon. “Oh really? Does she like how I smell?”

“I suppose, I never really thought about it. I mean, I like how you smell.” She took his hand and rubbed his wrists on her neck, marking herself with his scent. “I want it on me all the time.”

Jacob’s heart pounded in his chest. This was it. All signs pointed to what his gut and his wolf had been telling him. His wolf started acting weird these past few days, ever since they metSloane. That longing for something more than just a casual romp intensified, telling him, perhaps there was another reason for his restlessness. He wanted to wait, to be really sure, but he had to say somethingnowor he was going to go insane.

“Sloane, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“About … something I’ve been thinking … why I didn’t want to …” Fuck, he was going to mess this up. “I think we’re—” A knocking at the door interrupted him. “Fuck off!” he shouted, but the sound persisted. “Christ!” With an angry huff, he rolled off the bed and stomped to the door, yanking it open. “I said—Mom?” His gaze darted to the other person beside his mother. “Dad?

“Hello, son.” Quinn Martin’s face was stoic, even though Jacob stood in front of him naked as the day he was born. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Selena Martin, on the other hand, leaned to the side, looking behind him. “Oh, hi there.”

Jacob wished for the earth to swallow him up. Turning his head back, he saw Sloane laying casually on the bed, waving at his mother. “What are you guys doing here?” he groused.

Quinn cleared his throat. “You should probably get dressed so we can talk.”

“Er, sure. One sec.” Turning around, he closed the door behind him. “So that’s my?—”

“Parents?”

“Yeah.” He picked up his discarded pants and put them on. “I should go talk to them.”

“All right.” She bounded off the bed. “I should take that shower now—hey!”

He caught her in his arms and kissed her hard. “Why wash off my scent? I’m just gonna mark you all over again.”

She smirked. “Then you will. Everywhere.” Winking at him, she strode off into the bathroom, hips wiggling invitingly.

Fuck.His cock was hard again. Taking a few deep breaths, he managed to relax enough for his dick to calm down. Putting his pants on, he trudged back to the door. To his surprise, his parents were still there.

His mother drew him in for a quick hug. “She’s so pretty,” she whispered. “Lily mentioned something about her. I think we should talk. About who she is to you.”

Oh God.Lily must have suspected, too, all this time and told his mother. “Mom, don’t say anything. Please.”

“You know.” She let out a squeal. “Are you sure?”

He shuffled her and his father away from the door, fearing Sloane could hear them. “I think so.”

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