Page 2 of Memphis Heat
“Shit, Belle!What the hell are you doing?”
“We’re undercover.Normal people do not sit in sleazy, run-down motels next to vacant buildings for hours at a time and stare at locked doors.Only reason to be here is to fuck.”
As if he’d suddenly gotten into the spirit of things, Jarod reached out and grabbed her shoulders, throwing her against the window.His mouth found the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and he bit down with more aggression than she was used to from him, but she was so horny, she didn’t give a shit.
He yanked her head back, and his mouth found hers in a jaw-breaking kiss before he broke away, pushing her back.“You wanna play?Fine.Your turn to watch the Russians.”He pulled her closer and spun her around.She braced her hands on the dirty plate glass window.
Yeah.Thatwas romantic.Would have totally killed the mood, except his other hand replaced hers on the baton.Throwing her head back, Belle nipped at his upper arm and widened her stance to give him better access, but he didn’t move.
“Keep your eyes out for the big blond,” he growled against her neck, his tongue snaking out to lick her skin as he spoke.“I saw him go in earlier.He seems to be their leader.Whatever they’re up to, the others don’t make a move without him.”
Again a mood killer.Except he did move then, pulling the baton out and thrusting it back, burying its handle deep into her aching cunt with exquisite slowness.The fingers of his free hand played over her sensitized clit.Damn it, the man still knew how to drive her fucking nuts.And how the hell was she supposed to watch the guy across the street?She could barely keep her eyes from crossing when Jarod touched her like that.
His clever fingers pinched and flicked her clit with expert familiarity.It kind of hurt that he didn’t seem as affected as she was, but right now, she’d take what she could get.She’d make him sort it out with her later.Right now, she needed… this!His hands on her.His body pressed against her so tight the thick bulge of his cock rested in the crease of her ass.
Ah, yeah.That’s what she wanted.Hard.Deep.Fast.This might be part of their cover -- sleazy hotel room and all -- but right now she didn’t give a damn.She wanted -- needed -- everything he had to give her.She just wished he’d give her his cock.But this was the next best thing.
A big black SUV pulled up in front of the warehouse.More big guys with not too well concealed guns under their jackets got out and headed in through a side door.If any of them noticed the display in the window, they didn’t seem to find it worth their attention.
Belle was almost annoyed by that.Her tits were certainly worth a second look, even covered by an old Guns and Roses T-shirt.She raised one hand to pluck at a hard nipple through the worn fabric.With a groan that sounded like it had more to do with Belle’s nipples than the Russian mob, Jarod fingered the other.
Yes.Yes!Finally!Some sort of a response from him that was more thanprofessional.He pinched her nipple, hard, and when the pain shot through her she came with a jolt like an electrical shock.Her eyesdidcross then, and her knees gave way.The only reason she was still standing was because his body mashed hers tightly against the damned window as the spasms rolled through her.
She heard his zipper whisper down and the baton slid out of her cunt, clunking loudly as it hit the floor.Jarod gripped her hips, his fingers biting into her skin almost painfully.For some odd reason, his nails -- which he’d always kept neatly trimmed -- seemed to pierce her flesh.It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation; in fact, the pain complemented the pleasure in a most exceptional way.
For one glorious instant she felt his raging erection seat deep in her pussy -- before his curse turned into a howl.His cock swelled within her, and then he jerked back, shoving away from her.She stared at his reflection in the glass, hardly daring to believe what she was seeing.Shaggy hair.Scruffy beard.Long jaws.T-shirt fit to break where it stretched across impossibly wide shoulders.Fur… so much fur…
“Jarod?”
The reflection showed her a tortured howl.
Belle swallowed hard.“Jarod, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful -- you’re still a great fuck -- but -- ah -- what the hellareyou?”
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What the fuck… Jarod stared at his reflection in the filthy glass.He’d known better.He’d been so sure he’d shift if he tried to have sex with Belle… It was why he’d slid away from their relationship.He always seemed to shift when his emotions were out of control, and no one could break his control the way Belle could.But… shift tothis?He couldn’t answer her question.What the hell was he?
Always before, he’d shifted into a wolf.Just like the thing that had bitten him.Now… now he was something more.Not a man.Not a wolf.He stood upright on two legs, his cock swollen and aching, reaching for Belle’s cunt.But he had fur.And a… a muzzle.And weird-ass ears, like a friggin’ bat.
And Belle… Belle was raging at him, and his brain was so abuzz he could barely make out her words.“… when you were shot?And you never told me?You don’t think something like that’s -- oh -- just alittleimportant?Something maybe yourpartnerought to know?Three months.Threefuckingmonths… make thatnon-fucking months.”
His vision seemed to tunnel, to focus entirely on Belle.The roar in his head became worse, finally drowning out her words.All he could think about was her.Belle.He needed her like he needed air to breathe, only worse.White-hot lightning sizzled through him, threatening to burn him alive from the inside out if he didn’t get a handle on whatever was happening to him.
His cock seemed to have a life of its own, jumping and throbbing in time to his heartbeat.The scent of her arousal was a tangy, citrusy spice clinging to his skin… err… fur… so that he’d never be rid of it.Not that he wanted to.In fact, he wanted to bury his nose in that creamy cunt and breathe her into his lungs so he’d always be able to find her, no matter how far she ran from him.
Madness.This was total madness.She would run.She had to.He was a monster, an abomination.Proof God had given up on the world.He couldn’t hold her forever.He couldn’t even hold her for now.But he knew he wasn’t man enough to give her up, no matter how much he needed to, not even for her own sake.Something inside him refused to even consider the thought.He’d needed her before he’d been bitten, but this… this attraction, this need to possess her, wasn’t natural.
But what if…
He didn’t want to even think the words, but now he had no choice.What if even this limited contact, the few stolen moments when he’d buried his cock balls-deep in her cunt, before he’d managed to pull away,what if… What if he’d turned her, if he’d ruined her life the way that bastard had ruined his before Jarod had shot him dead…
Then he’d have a partner.A real partner.
Selfish bastard!
He should have eaten a bullet the moment he knew what he’d become.Werewolves couldn’t be allowed to roam the city, infecting others with their foul disease.Condition.Whatever the fuck it was.He’d known then what he needed to do.But he couldn’t do it.Not till he made sure there weren’t any more.Not until he was sure they wouldn’t come after his partner.He had to protect Belle.Even if that meant protecting her from himself.
“Ouch!”The sting of Belle’s slap pulled him out of his internal argument.
