Page 297 of Shadowblood Souls
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. I can taste how much he wants me in the desire that laces the air.
The shadows in my blood thrum with eager anticipation.
I look at him, straight into his blue eyes that smolder like pale flames. “I’m not afraid of you anymore. Let it all out. Show me what you’d do with me if you knew I wanted all of it. Because I do.”
The flames flare into a full-out bonfire. Jacob trails his fingers under my chin to pull my mouth back to his.
His hesitation doesn’t vanish in an instant. The heat of this kiss could melt me, fierce and demanding, but his hands stay careful as they travel over my body.
I kiss him back hard and splay my fingers over his bare chest, tracing every ridge of muscle, thumbing his nipples, caressing all the way down to the solid planes of his stomach. Taking in every part of him without any hesitation of my own.
With each stroke of my hands, Jacob’s touch becomes firmer too. He curls his fingers around the back of my neck as he tilts his head, his tongue delving past my lips, scorching hot.
Then he traces my spine all the way down my back before returning to yank at my bra. I raise my arms so he can peel the stretchy sports bra off me, watching how he lifts it around my necklace so the fabric doesn’t catch on the pendant.
The gesture brings his forearm near my face where I can’t help tracing the scar just below the elbow with my gaze.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.
An echo of the anguish that hit me when he brought the knife to his arm all those weeks ago rises up through my chest. I grip his wrist and bring my lips to the pink line of the scar.
Jacob holds perfectly still as I chart the evidence of his attempted sacrifice with soft kisses. I hear him swallow.
I lift my head to meet his eyes again. “No matter what you feel like you have to do, don’t hurt yourself again. Not even for me. I want you here, every part of you.”
Jake brushes a stray strand of hair back behind my ear, his gaze fathomless. “You’ve got me. Every part. I’m yours, whatever you want to do to me, whatever you want me to do.”
I dip my head close to his. My voice comes out in a whisper. “I just want you to love me.”
He raises his chin to fulfill that request. As his mouth crashes into mine, he cups my bared breasts.
My curves are just large enough to fill his hands. He swivels his palms against my nipples, cautiously and then with more force at my encouraging whimper.
Every increasingly urgent rotation sends a rush of pleasure through my chest. I can’t stop myself from nipping at his lip and drinking in his groan.
The essence inside me is rioting now, clamoring for the connection it’s already gotten to solidify with two of my other men. My claws tingle behind my fingertips; my hips rock against Jake’s.
He grasps my ass, pressing me tighter against him as I grind. Even through multiple layers of clothing, the friction of my pussy against his stiffening erection makes us both growl.
We’ve gotten this close before, and I didn’t let it go any further. But I’m burning up, and the man beneath me is both fueling the flames and absorbing them with his touch.
I want him. I want Jacob in all his fucked-up, damaged, obsessively devoted glory.
It’s because of his damage that he understands the deepest wounds I try to hide.
I don’t want to lose him again, not any of the ways it could happen. And when the shadows between us meld and merge, I’ll always know where he is.
I’ll always be able to find him… and I’ll know he can always find me.
My hands drop to his athletic pants, yanking at the waistband. Jake’s breath hitches, and he shifts his weight to help me drag them off him.
When I stroke my fingers over his rigid cock through his boxers, he groans—and the first aid kit in the corner of the van goes pinging off one of the walls.
Jacob winces in embarrassment and catches my gaze. “Sorry. I can keep better control.”
I’m not sure if that’s true, but it won’t be his fault. My first times with both Andreas and Dominic, our powers came flaring to the surface of their own accord.
I give him a smile that I suspect looks a little wicked. “Just don’t give either of us a concussion, and you can go as wild as you want.”
