Page 119 of White Raven
That smile made her skin ignite. Made her nipples tighten, and her core awaken. Her heightened senses as a wolf were already a familiar presence, but this—this was twice as potent…demanding.
“Why do you want me, Brandon Jenkins? After everything you’ve seen? After everything I’ve become?”
His smile slowly fell, and he looked over every inch of her face, grazing it with the back of his finger. The tenderness of his touch, and the swooning of his eyes…it wrecked her.
“The complexity of who you are makes up my entire being. The sound of your laugh. The feel of your skin. Your fierce drive, and your sharp instincts. Your arms have never been long enough to wrap around every single one of us, but somehow…somehow you still make sure you’ve got a tight grip on me. You’ve had it ever since the moment I met you in the academy. When you noticed me and weren’t afraid to tell a man bigger than you that his form was shit, and that when it counts, life or death wouldn’t care if I’m pretty.”
Rhaena giggled softly, recalling that first conversation at the range.
“You’re so strong, babe. You’re so strong, and you always have been. You carry each one of us on your back without complaint, and you make me a stronger man just by being in your company…but you chose me. You could have had whoever you wanted…and I’m the one you allowed to call mine.” His breath hitched, and he swiped a thumb over her cheekbone. “You’remine, Rhaena Northwood.”
She moved without warning. Without breath. Without any fucks left to give about the world outside that door. He took that kiss with vigor, giving back equal force as she tore at his shirt, ripping it from his body. Rhaena’s body trembled as she climbed into his lap, allowing him room to pull the oversized sweatshirt over her head, her hair still damp from her shower.
“I don’t know this body,” she huffed, breathing wildly. “Please don’t let me hurt you, Brandon.”
He only smiled, his stare smoldering as he met eyes with her. “Oh, no, no…I want you to. Fuckingdestroyme, Rhaena.”
Their mouths collided again, tongues warring, and air scarce as she pried open his jeans and let him rip her leggings off. She left him sitting half-naked on the couch, pulling his jeans from his legs and lowering herself to the floor between them as she took his cock in her hand and gripped it tight.
“Fuck,” he whispered, as she flipped her hair over to one side and closed her mouth over the tip. He writhed beneath her while her head moved up and down with her fist, and the salty taste of him devoured her senses. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
It drove her wild, but it wasn’t enough. His cock left her mouth with a sound pop, and she felt the sting of her claws rip through the skin of her fingertips as she straddled him and fit him inside her. A rush of untapped pleasure surged through her and her head fell back, eyes drifting closed, while her body swallowed him whole. He flinched, gasping, and it wasn’t until she felt the slap of his hand around her wrists that she realized she'd scratched a clean cut across his chest.
“No,” she winced, realizing what she’d done.
“Don’t,” he smiled devilishly, refusing to let her stop, and thrusting himself up into her. “Don’t you dare. I’m fine. I’ve got you.” He held both wrists tight, and moved with her, picking up their pace and moving her hands out towards her sides as he leaned forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her skin took a darker color, and she felt her eyes burn as her toned ass slapped against his thighs and that blessed cock throbbed inside her. The smell of his blood trickling down his chest made her mouth water, and combined with the sensation of the bliss between her legs, it nearly sent her over the edge. Rhaena fuckedhim harder, tightening around him, and dropping her face to meet his. The look on his own face was awe, and lust.
“Jesus,” he huffed. “You’re so fucking beautiful. How could you ever call yourself a monster?” He met her pace, and she moaned, throwing her head back as her teeth grew longer, and her gums slightly bled. “Come, baby…take me with you.”
Two more sharp thrusts, and they both nearly screamed with release. Every space between where their bodies met was soaked, and their scent was salivating. She trembled as she collapsed against his chest, heaving short breaths, and willing the beast within her to settle while her body took its time to return to its normal appearance. They laid there for several silent minutes, until breathing came a little easier, and the peace of knowing she hadn’t sent him running settled into her soul.
Rhaena turned her chin up on the crook of his shoulder, and he stared at her longingly. “You’re okay with this?” she whispered, nursing the short wound to his chest.
“You don’t think I can handle it?” he smiled.
“It’s not a matter of whether or not you can handle it. I hurt you.”
Brandon softly shook his head. “You didn’t hurt me. That was the single-most satisfying fucking sexual experience I’ve ever had in my life.”
Rhaena chuckled through her nose and nestled into his body. “You’re a fool. And you’re taking a huge risk. We don’t know how bad I could get.”
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. We don’t know howincredibleyou can get. And I don’t know about you, but I’m perfectly happy to test that theory.”
“You don’t think you’re biting off more than you can chew, Jenkins?”
“Don’t know…why don’t I bend you over this couch, and find out for myself?”
Rhaena felt her pulse speed up, and blood rushed in her ears. Her sloshing cunt tensed around him, and her skin heated. All it had taken was a few choice words. “And if I come after you with these talons again? What then?”
Brandon snickered. “I think there’s some chains in your closet.”
Game. Set. Match.
Brent had thought that seeing this woman would be at the bottom of a long list of things Wren would want to do, but…as they walked into the main entrance of the community hospital, she hated to tell him that he was completely wrong. It did get her thinking, though.
“If this is a legal matter, shouldn’t we be meeting her at a lawyer’s office?”
Brent pushed the button on the elevator and stuffed his hands into the pockets of some loose-fitting jeans that looked brand new. “What office would that be, Red?”
