Savior of the Wolves

Jessica’s POV continued

His arms made me feel like I belonged there. Wrapped up in him. But that bothered me just as much. I didn’t belong here. In his world...with his people. And God knows he wasn’t the kind of guy that settled for one girl. He was the kind that had a few and I would never be the kind to share.

The manners Mom instilled in me seemed to be coming unraveled around him. I was thankful to him. Grateful. But I wasn’t going to become another plaything because that’s what he was used to with the other girls around here. He had my gratitude, but I began reasoning that maybe he reacted instinctively. He would’ve saved anybody, I’m sure. I’m just vulnerable now because it was me. I can be honest and still be thankful. I can try again. Try to be his friend because of what he’s done for me. But it was time for some honesty.

“I don’t understand you. AT ALL. Just a day ago you didn’t even like me,” I admitted fearlessly, hidden against his chest.

“I like you, Jess,” he said softly, his lips against the top of my head. I could feel the words as his breath touched my head. It sent chills all over my body.

He instantly knew. “Are you cold?”

I didn’t trust my mouth, so I shook my head.

“Oh,” he said, but had already begun rubbing his hands up and down my arms. At first, his hands were warm and quick, trying to create heat on the entire length of my arms, but then he slowed the movement as his fingers began to softly brush my arms...like he was trailing them...studying them.

I stepped back trying to regain some of my composure. My heart was racing. “Quit trying to distract me,” I fussed.

“I’m not trying. It just keeps happening,” he said seductively.

“See...” I said angrily, “it’s that kind of stuff. Quit talking like that.”

“Like what?” he asked with the most adorable head tilt.

“Like you like me!” I stormed at him again.

“But I do,” he said softly.

“But you can’t!”

His face grew slightly serious, “Don’t tell me what I can do.” His tone...much deeper than I remember ever hearing it before. His expression was deathly blank until after a few long, long seconds he began to smile again.

“Ughh!” I yelled at his face. “You know damn well what I mean.”

His head tilted slightly, “Do I?”

“Yes, you do. You’re…” I paused. My mind brought forth so many words to say there...a wolf, a player, beautiful...but I only said, “special. And I’m…ordinary. My father tried to kill me for insurance money, and I fell into your family’s lap. I’m causing trouble when I don’t even try to. I should not be here.”

He shook his head at me. I could tell he wasn’t angry. But the head shake. Was that a “No, I don’t belong” head shake or a “you’ve got it wrong” head shake?

“I felt you when you were hurt. That means something. Something magical is at play here. I was supposed to find you. I’m supposed to keep you safe until we find it out. Together.”

I could only stare as his blue eyes seemed to turn soft gray and dilate in front of me. I was holding my breath.

“So something magical pulled you to me and now you have to protect me,” I repeated my interpretation of the facts.

“Yes and no.”

“God please tell me what you mean,” I begged. My heart was being torn in two.

His eyes moved from my eyes to my mouth. I heard something in my soul speak to him and I knew that my heart could easily betray all my logic.

“When the fates aren’t pulling me in...you are,” he said as he grabbed my waist and his lips met mine with a hunger I never thought could exist. His tongue sought mine as he lifted me into the air and my legs clung around him. He carried me slowly to the bed. I could hardly breathe as our mouths were desperately tasting one another.

It felt maddening...vehement.

He lowered me to the bed as he sucked on my lower lip. I gripped his back, pulling him towards me, needing to feel him as close as humanly possible.

Nothing at all felt like I thought it would feel. I had never been intimate with a man and I didn’t know that I would feel this powerless. It was as though my power belonged to him and his power belonged to me and only together could we breathe, or think, or exist. I couldn’t say no even though, just seconds ago, my logic told me to safeguard myself…until I knew more. But his words, his mouth, his need filled in the blanks. There was something real between us. I didn’t know how to explain it…but I knew it was there now.

I belonged with him. Why did this feel like “the meaning of my life” instead of some lovesick craving?

I needed to be with him more than I cared to understand anymore.

I felt his hands cup my face as our kiss deepened. His tender touch to my face conflicted with the ache we had in our mouths.

I didn’t think. I couldn’t think. I could only react to this need for him.

My body began to bow as his mouth slid down to my neck. As his lips felt like liquid heat on my skin, every part of me yearned for his touch. His hand slid down my side until it was at the edge of my shirt, touching my stomach. God his hand felt like fire against my soft flesh. His hand slid under the edge of my shirt, and he paused. I opened my eyes to look at him. When our eyes met, he knew he had my permission. We were searching each other’s souls through the glance as our breathing grew out of control. He raised my shirt urgently and his fingers found my breast and he began to grip it in his hand. My eyes closed at his touch, and he kneaded my breast madly. My mouth fell onto his again as I breathed through his mouth. I heard a whimper and his mouth left mine abruptly as he took my breast into his mouth. He sucked on it tenderly, and I moaned at the sensations he sent down between my legs. I began to throb for him.

His mouth moved to my other breast as I held his face, watching him. And he smiled before taking it into his mouth.

I clung to him like he held my life in his hands again.

I had never been touched by a man and I knew right then that I never wanted another man to touch me for as long as I lived.

He lowered his weight on me as his starved mouth found mine again and I felt his hunger between my legs. My eyes shot open, and I saw him staring at me with a need that made everything we just talked about fade away. I only knew one thing. I wanted to lose all control with him. I met his mouth, never looking away from him, and pressed my lower body even harder up into him.

He met my force as one hand drifted down to cup the side of my bottom. He pulled slightly, separating my center that was already pulsing for him. He sensed my pleasure and lifted his body slightly as I felt him unbutton my pants. His hand slid slowly down the front, into my panties...taking it slow...carefully moving down...giving me time. As his hand moved softly between my legs, I nearly screamed. My need for him was building. Consuming me. My eyes shot open. I watched him. I wanted to see his face as he touched me. His fingers were warm and gentle as he moved deeper and discovered how wet I was for him.

“Mmm,” he moaned into my mouth.

My head shot backward. “Oh God,” I whimpered as his fingers explored me. Brought me to life. Then I felt him stop abruptly as a low growl echoed in the room.

But it wasn’t his.

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