Page 104 of Fae Devoted
“And then Jeremiah was outcast.” His jaw glided across her hair as if pushing her scent into his pores. “I couldn’t leave him to the Fae, and I couldn’t ask you to wait for me. Not when I didn’t know how long I’d be gone.”
Or if you’d be back at all.
“I know.” Johnnie nestled into his embrace. “But you have to know that I would have waited forever for you, Jacob.”
There was no need for words as contentment fluttered through the bond, and several moments passed before Johnnie broke the silence. “I love your kitchen.”
“Our kitchen.” Jacob’s hand slipped underneath the hem of her slouchy sweater, his fingers spreading wide as though trying to reach every centimeter of her skin.
“Our kitchen,” she repeated, pivoting in his arms. Jacob’s hand never lifted from her skin as she turned, sliding around her waist to her spine. Johnnie pressed her nose to the hollow of his throat and breathed in his scent.
He tugged on her unbound hair with his free hand, wrapping it in his fist and tipping her face to greet the yellow gaze of his wolf.
“I love you.” He kissed her forehead.
Johnnie’s eyes closed. She’d known it all along, so why the hell was she crying?
“I can’t live without you.” He kissed her cheeks, his lips brushing away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. “I’m not good with words, but if you could see inside my heart…”
Say something, Johnnie…anything.
Her windpipe squeezed shut.
“Be my Ca’anam, Jo. I want you to feel everything I can’t say.”
Yes, yes, yes.
He kissed her wet lids, tears still leaking. “Baby, stop.”
She managed a hiccup. Who knew she was such a damn crybaby?
Jacob sighed, and tried a different tactic.
His mouth took hers, but it didn’t justtake, it devoured. Love and lust surged through the bond, and Johnnie responded instinctually to both, opening her heart to welcome them in—welcoming Jacob in. “Yes.”
Jacob grunted into her throat, his hand delving beneath the waistband of her long, pleated skirt to cup her butt and lift her off her feet. He kept their mouths pressed together with fingers tangled in her hair and spun towardtheirbedroom.
Johnnie wound her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he strode down the hallway. She sucked in air through her nose, unwilling to break the kiss. Who needed air anyway?
They sank onto the bed with lips locked, and Jacob braced above her on his elbows. She felt his stiff cock through the layers of fabric, pressing against her center. She raised her hips, seeking more of the sweet friction.
Jacob’s lips tore from hers, skimming over her chin to her throat, teeth scraping her collarbone.
Her breath sawed in and out, fingers yanking at his shirt.Off, off, off.
He felt her urgency and levered to his knees, yanking the material over his head. The reveal of sleek flesh and sculpted muscle sent a punch of heat to her middle and set her blood on fire.
She quickly removed her sweater, then arched her back to undo her lace bra, not wanting to wait another second for skin on skin contact. Jacob’s gaze raked over her bared breasts and his broad chest heaved, his eyes blazing liquid amber. He unzipped his jeans, his glowing eyes on her and his handsomejaw clenched. A flush crept up her neck as he pushed them and his boxers down his thick thighs.
Her shallow breaths turned into harsh pants as he slowly lowered to the bed, palms landing on either side of her shoulders. He dipped his head and nipped at the first Mark. The teasing bite sent a current of electricity straight to her core, the wet ache between her legs pulsing with want. With need.
His canines scraped a pebbled nipple, then drew it into his mouth, swirling the straining bud with his tongue. Her nails scored his back, and he dropped to one forearm. Continuing to suck and lick, his rough palm skated underneath her skirt and over her thigh, pushing the cotton to her hips. Johnnie’s spine bowed as his thumb slipped inside her panties and rubbed slow circles around her clit.
A moan eased from her throat, and she dug her nails into his flesh. The crisp scent of pinewood filled her nose as her panties were ripped apart and two fingers plunged inside her, stroking her to a fever pitch. Switching his attention to the other breast, his tongue sketched a path around the inside swell, just above her pounding heart.
“Joan Helen,” he murmured against her quivering flesh, his fingers leaving her core to be replaced by the tip of his rigid length. “I will love and protect you always.” He entered her with a possessive thrust. “I will guard your heart and those who are dear to it.” Withdrew and drove deeper. “My Clan is your Clan, my pack, your pack.” The tendons in his neck bulged, and his final vows sounded raw and strained. “I freely seal my soul to yours and claim you as my own.” Jacob’s jaw opened wide, his upper and lower canines elongating, gleaming bright white and deadly.
Johnnie wasn’t afraid.
