Page 6 of Memphis Heat
“Werewolf Task Force?What do you think they want?”
“That explains why they wantyou.I’m not a werewolf.”
“I know.They want me to go in undercover.I guess you’re supposed to be my handler or something.Or you can pose as my lover.”They rounded the corner and Jarod shoved her into a closet, locking the door behind them.“They think we can sell it.”He didn’t give her time to protest, but swept her into his arms and found her mouth with his.
The bitter taste of fear and desperation was strong.Belle was surprised she could distinguish his emotions in a simple kiss, but then, this was Jarod.Almost from the first day she’d met him, she’d had a special connection with him.This was the same thing, only… more.More of everything.The intense love and lust she had for him seemed magnified even more than usual.Perhaps the thought she’d almost lost him had a lot to do with it.She didn’t know.Truthfully, she didn’t care.He was here.Alive and needing her.
She reached between them, sliding her hand deftly into the waistband of his jeans to find his swollen cock and squeeze.It had been a while, but they had enough of a history for her to know exactly the way he liked it.She squeezed firmly, wrapping her hand around him like a sheath.When he grunted and thrust into her palm, she knew she had the pressure just right.
He pushed her hand away, but only long enough to strip out of his clothes.Not bothering with finesse, she did the same, shedding the standard issue FBI sweats.He had the good grace not to laugh at the FBI issue sports bra.He was more focused on the sight of her tits spilling out of their tight restraint.
“Mine!”The growl shouldn’t have surprised her.It reminded her exactly what he’d become and she really should have been scared, but it just made her wet.A thrill raced through her, leaving her weak-kneed with anticipation.He cupped her breast and squeezed gently, pushing the soft weight high as his thumb feathered over her nipple.Tension wound around her tighter and tighter with every movement of his hand, his hips, his mouth.
Sweeping aside a stack of neatly ordered cleaning supplies from a nearby shelf, Jarod urged her to sit, spreading her legs and holding her thighs open as he dropped to his knees, swiping his tongue over her wet, swollen cunt.There was no way Belle could contain her scream of pleasure.If the whole damned complex heard them, what did she care?Jarod wouldn’t let anyone separate them.She knew that without a doubt now.
Desperately, Belle clutched his head, grinding her cunt against his mouth.She needed this.Needed to take what he gave and just…feel.His tongue speared into her, licking and flicking everything he could reach.He pulled back to lavish attention on her clit before plunging in again.By the time he stood and guided his cock to her entrance, she was nearly mindless with the need to come.
“Fuck me!”she ordered.“I want to feel that cock buried balls-deep in my pussy.”
“How can I resist when you ask so pretty?”With what might really be superhuman strength, he slammed into her, her back hitting the wall with every thrust of his hips.Already, she could see him growing beyond the bounds of his human body.She felt him shifting this time, saw the change as it swept over him.Frightening.But beautiful.So beautiful.Because whoever -- whatever -- he was, he was still Jarod.
Her partner.Her lover.He needed her.Now more than ever.And he was still trying to protect her.They’d always had each other’s backs.Nothing would change that.She wouldn’t let it.Wherever the hell he was going, he wasn’t going alone.
“Harder!”she growled as he pumped into her, his thick girth stretching her with every thrust.“Harder!Make me, Jarod.Make me come.”
“My mate,” he roared.
His throaty growl sent heated desire and lust coursing through her.There was no use denying his claim.Hell, she wanted to roar the same exact thing about him.They just belonged together.
“Yes!”she screamed as she came, her essence flooding over his cock.“Claim me!Make me yours forever!”Only now.Only when he was too far-gone to think did she hiss her command in his ear.“Bite me!”
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Deep inside, what was left of his reason screamed at Jarod to stop.But, damn it, hewantedto turn her -- wanted to make her his true mate.It was stupid and selfish, but when she whispered for him to do exactly what his heart had been needing for months, there was no way he could stop himself.
As he continued to mindlessly sate himself within her tight, wet cunt, Jarod bit down on her shoulder.The coppery taste of her blood hit him hard.Immediately, an intense euphoria overwhelmed him.Her taste was salty, yet sweet, enticing him to hold the essence in his mouth just to let the flavor linger.His mouth watered and he knew that, with every lap of his tongue over her damaged skin, his saliva trickled into the wound.Whatever he’d become, no matter how much he loathed that side of him, she would become the same thing.
The small part of him that protested against the wrongness of what he was doing rapidly diminished as an overwhelming sense of satisfaction swamped him.Jarod was claiming his mate.Everything in him insisted this was what he was supposed to do, that if he wanted to keep her, this was the price.Much as he needed to protect her, he needed her with him as well.There had to be a way to balance the two.And Jarod knew he would find it.
Unable to do anything else, Jarod lost himself in her heat and her passion.Belle clung to him, urging him on, welcoming his touch.His possession.She nipped at his neck, gently tugging at the skin only to lap at it, soothing the ache.Any pain he felt enhanced the eroticism of the moment.He hoped Belle felt the same way because he had no doubt she had a nasty wound.If he’d hurt her…
“That’s it, baby.”Belle dispelled any notion he had that she felt anything but pleasure with that simple statement.“Fuck me!Fuck me hard!”
As if she’d flipped a switch, Jarod’s mind eased and his body wound tighter and tighter on its way to bliss.Over and over he buried himself in her heat.The feel of her hot, wet cunt pulsing around him was unbelievable.So good.So goddamn good.She was so goddamned tight!The change to his wolf form seemed to heighten the sexual experience.Maybe it was because his body mass was bigger while she was still small, or maybe it was just that his senses were so much more acute.Either way, this heaven was killing him.He’d always prided himself on making sure Belle’s pleasure came first, but there was no way he was going to be able to hold off any longer.
With a fierce howl, Jarod exploded deep inside Belle.Jet after jet of his seed flooded her cunt.His cock swelled as he held himself as close to her as he could get, buried to the hilt.
“Mine!”His roar hurt his own ears.The thought that he should be mortified at his bold -- and rather loud -- declaration of the marking of his territory nagged at him, but all he could manage was intense satisfaction.
Until he realized his cock was still swelling.
Belle still humped him, rubbing her clit along the rough hair around his cock.Her breathing was rapid and desperate for several seconds before she, too, let loose a scream that threatened to bring down the rafters.Jarod groaned as her body tried to choke the life out of his dick with each spasm of her orgasm.He suspected there might be a problem when he didn’t shift back to his human form, but thought it might just be the heightened sexual pleasure.
Before he tried an experimental withdrawal, he let Belle’s breathing return to normal.She went limp against him, and Jarod just held her.God, he loved her!He’d never been willing to admit it before, trying to keep it about sex.But he’d known from the moment he’d first been introduced to her he was a goner.He wished he could have waited until they’d gotten back to his quarters within the Bureau building.He could have just lain there with her and held her.Now, he had to get them both dressed and face the smirking faces that would look at him like he was a freak.
Dropping a kiss to the top of her head, Jarod moved away from Belle.Or tried to.He knew before the widening of her eyes and her sudden indrawn breath of discomfort he was in trouble.
“Oh, my God.”Belle always had a gift for expressing the obvious.Jarod had always been certain she did it to vex him.Now, he honestly couldn’t think of any other way to say it either.
