Jackal's Pride (Seven Deadly Book 2), page 13
Sweet demon!
Slipping my hand out, I pulled her closer, letting her arousal coat the side of my cock. Her pussy was hot above me—a torment and a tease all wrapped in one. Powerful convulsions engulfed my lower stomach in desire. I cupped her ass cheeks, slapped them impatiently, then went on to rub them unable to stop myself. The driving force of my passion was a powerful emotion, urging me to slide into her, mate, then soothe her after the conquer. I was out of control, more than I’d ever known before. I wanted to do so much to her all at once—carnal cravings were more like a battle between soft and hard, sensuality and animalistic. Or maybe it was the beast in me that made me this way.
“Go on, Maureen,” I urged her, nuzzling my nose on her neck. “Take me inside you.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Her words were harsh, but her voice was a broken plea—laced with a mutual craving I recognized in my own voice.
She rubbed her slick cunt against me instead. A throaty purr erupted from her throat—my entire body tingled in response. The sound spurred my pulsing, painfully engorged cock. Trailing my lips down her collarbone, I bent lower until I got to the material covering her breasts. I wanted, no, I desperately needed to see her completely bare. Inhaling the musky aroma of our desire around us, I raised my hand, claws sprouted from my fingers, and ripped the fabric down the middle. Her cream-colored breasts sprang free, pink nipples pebbled like they were asking me to fondle them. As I already knew, beauty, for me, was Maureen. I drooled like a raving idiot at the glorious sight of her. I could make a meal out of her and keep coming back for more.
Palming her breast, I squeezed, and she keened from my touch before I did what I’d been longing to do since her breasts were bare. I lowered my mouth, suckling and flicking my tongue out over the puckered nipple. Her hands sunk into my hair. As she dug her nails in, she pressed my face further into her chest like she was urging me on. Encouraged by her behavior, my canines lengthened unexpectedly, grazing her pink areola. Her entire body trembled against mine. Slowly, she was unraveling the way I desperately yearned for her to do. As I molded my hands to her breasts and shoulders, I learned the way she responded to the things I did. If I kissed too lightly, she mewled for more. If I nipped her skin some, she shivered and more of her enticing arousal flooded my nostrils. In the process of studying her, I realized seeing her morph into this exotic, whimpering beauty, that her desire was what drove mine. Her wants and needs came first in my head. I didn’t mind this. The flush of her cheeks, the ripeness of her sex, the gorgeous submission in her body as she quivered—that was what fueled mine.
She’s mine.
Her aggressive responses lessened. Her needs became more potent, turning her into this succulent creature that unraveled in my hold. My little monster was still there—the fire of her fight was still in the nails she dragged through my hair. But more than that, I sensed her need for only what I could give. Relief. Her sweet scent had been begging me for this from the very beginning.
Still quivering, the spirit of a fight blazing in her eyes as she pulled her breasts from my face and stared at me, I knew she was ready to stop torturing us—or tormenting me further. Lifting her hips, she palmed my cock and gripped it like she was angry with it. I groaned impatiently, thrusting my girth through her fingers. Raising to her knees, she scooted her hips closer, aligning her opening and pressing the tip of my cock inside her. My vision blurred momentarily as I gripped her hips. My limbs shook with desperation—her tight little body was only wrapped around my crown, and she felt so hot and addicting. Her insides were like quicksand, sinking me in and stealing the life from me. My eyes wanted to close—experience every sensation she delivered, but I wouldn’t miss watching her own reaction even if the sky was falling. I found beauty—understood it for the first time because of her. Now that I had a piece of that loveliness for my own, I was never going to let it go. Her brows pinched together, eyes on the place we were connected, mouth agape—my chest trembled at the sight of her.
Suddenly, I needed to be inside her completely—wholly.
Then she tensed up as an unmistakable cry escaped her lips. My hands froze on her hips. I couldn’t move, especially not when the sound she made was filled with pain.
“Yielding so soon?” I questioned gently. I didn’t want to play this game with her when it was about her pride, at least not when her pain bothered me. “Are you okay?” I asked this time. I’d fight her conceit another time.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said your cock was a monster,” she bit out. She still hadn’t moved, almost like she was afraid to.
“Is this…”
Her dark gaze met mine. “You’re not the first to be inside me, Jack. Get that notion out of your head.”
Maureen’s words provoked my possessiveness. Grabbing her hips, I sunk deeper enjoying her warmth. She stiffened, grabbing my shoulders as she whimpered. I paused knowing this was painful for her. I didn’t want my anger at the men before me to ruin this—not when I craved her own pleasure more than mine.
After her inner walls clamped and slickened around me, her entire body relaxed as she stared at me incredulously. Leaning forward, she whispered cruelly, “How does it feel to be inside a woman for the first time?”
“An animal doesn’t need the experience in order to mate, little monster, know that.” Wrapping her hair around my hand, I pulled her closer. She was completely immobile on top of me and I reveled in it. “You talk big, but you’re stuffed so full of me that you can’t move.” Her face grew redder. Her pulse thrummed in her neck, and her arousal filled the air again. She wanted this. “Some she-devil you are.”
Sucking her bottom lip in her mouth, she lifted herself off of me. I groaned, balls tingling as her tight inner walls suctioned around me. So extraordinary. My breathing was ragged and my vision became hazy as I sought one of her nipples and rubbed it between my fingers. By the time she sunk her body back down over me, my desire was so strong and potent it threatened to explode. The mewling cry as she tried to take more of me inside her was added ecstasy prickling my entire body. I wasn’t going to last, and I didn’t want it to be over before it even began.
I gritted my teeth against the building sensation. My body shook while my balls tightened. Maureen’s sweet pussy clenched around me, pushing me closer to my climax.
As delicious as the torture was, I wanted to last a little longer. When I grabbed her by the waist, she dragged her teeth over my ear and my eyes rolled back. The vixen gyrated and ground her hips and I lost it. I moved hard and fast, jackhammering her pussy until I came with a shuddering cry. My cock pulsed. Leaning forward, I bit her neck and erupted inside her. My teeth sunk in further while I rode out the waves, holding her tight until it was over.
When I pushed myself up on my elbows so that we were eye to eye, I saw Maureen smiling like the cat who caught its prey. The sensual dance she did on my crotch ceased, and she tried to slip off my lap. I growled low in my throat. Did she think that this was only about my pleasure? Did she believe I’d leave without addressing her need? She struggled against me, but I held her tightly on my rigid cock.
“I’m not finished,” I told her.
“You just came.” She stared at the gap between us for a moment before pushing at my chest. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red and her desperate need for release was still palpable in the air around us, yet she was almost… afraid. Why did she not want to give her body what it wanted? Her defiance diminished along with her effort to get away. If she really wanted, she could have faded, but she stayed. And it was all I needed to know.
I stroked her cheek with the back of my finger. Running over her jaw, I tilted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. “You have yet to find a release, and I am far from spent.”
She jerked her head away, and some of her fierceness returned. I wanted to throw her down and have my way with her, but I wasn’t confident she’d stay. So, I kept her above me and let her have the impression she was in control. Instead, my hands sought her ass. My large palms gripped the ample flesh and pulled her closer, allowing me to thrust deeper. I laid a quick kiss on her shoulder before lying on my back. “Maureen, it’s time to take my cock the rest of the way.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Weak. Those words were less venomous and more compliant.
She still hadn’t lowered herself, still determined to stay on her knees. Grabbing her thighs, I splayed them apart until one leg slipped off the side of the couch. Her hands went to my stomach, holding herself upward but before she could protest, I gripped her hips again. She gave in, knees bending further as she accepted more of my cock. She sucked in a breath as I raised her ass up and drove her down onto me. Not as hard as I would have liked and not nearly deep enough. I was allowing her time to adapt to my girth and length. I liked her pain, but right now I wanted her pleasure.
Slowly, I thrust into her with bruising strokes. I wanted to mark her insides as well as her neck. Her nails dug into my stomach before sliding to my waist as she straightened her back and rode me. My little monster clawed my flesh, leaving behind evidence of our union. She didn’t utter a sound, and that bothered me.
“I know all there is to know, Maureen. Don’t keep mistaking me for a fool because I’ve just realized the pain as well as the pleasure in human emotions.”
She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with furrowed brows.
“If you don’t yield soon, I’ll force you to,” I said to her. When she started to respond, I added, “Let go. Give me what your body has taken from me.” Now she wouldn’t speak. Instead, her mouth pressed into a firm line.
Raising slightly, I yanked her forward. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest as I caged my arms around her. Her body had yet to take all of me. I didn’t know if she’d ever be able to, but with this position, she could lay on me and accept what I gave her. Her shoulders lost their tension as she buried her face in my chest. Somehow, I knew she wanted me to get her there even if she wouldn’t say it aloud. She wasn’t fighting, and her body was way too relaxed and compliant for someone that didn’t want this. She wanted to hide her obedient expression from me. I let her. Taking control of her hips, I pushed her down on top of my cock while I pumped into her. She panted, trailing her hands down my biceps softly like she couldn’t help herself. Her walls tightened and pulsed around me every time I rammed into her which only drove me fucking wild—more so than what I already was for the female on top of me. My lower stomach simmered. The soft weight of her body and the slickening heat that greeted me with every thrust consumed me entirely.
Maureen was a puzzle to me. One I had every intention of solving. The way she yearned for something yet fought against it—I wanted to know why that was.
But when she finally surrendered, it would go down as my first favorite moment. Her head finally raised, eyes glassy as they met mine, then her arms enclosed around my neck and squeezed as her pussy pulsed and tightened around my cock. I didn’t ever want to forget the beauty she had given me. Especially when she moaned my name.
“Jack,” her voice lost all its venom. The sound now was nothing but sultry and happy.
She was so fucking mine.
I squeezed her to me as the aftershocks of her release rippled through her. She shrieked again as I thrust in all the way. I shuddered as the powerful waves of ecstasy barreled through me. Her body had accepted all of me. There was something deeply satisfying in that. I fondled her ass and gripped it possessively as I moved inside her for the first time. Everything before this was like baby steps.
She gyrated against me while I drove in and out. She came on me again while biting and moaning against my chest, and that was all I could take. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I buried myself completely and filled her with my essence for the second time.
She carried my mark. Now she carried my scent. All that was left was to keep her alive and show her how much she was mine. That required helping the human world.
To think, the Jackal of now, didn’t need the Devil’s promise anymore. I didn’t want to die. I never wanted to go without Maureen.
Maybe instead of being a spreader of pestilence, I was finally becoming something more.
Chapter 15
Maureen
Having my first orgasm with sex was alarming. It left me off-kilter, like something wasn’t right. The fact that Jackal hadn’t been with anyone before me should have made me content. Quite the contrary. It terrified me.
My enjoyment with sex came from watching males turn to putty in my hands, never from getting a release. When Jackal gave his body to me, I took pride in that. So, when Jack gave me something I had never experienced from no one but from my own hands… I truly became aware of him and his power over me.
My doom.
Right before my eyes, Jackal was transforming into something else. I wasn’t sure what to label it. The uncertainty stretched to include why I rested my head on his chest. Why didn’t I get up? Even more amazing was how his dick continued twitching inside me. I was satisfied, tender, and sore. Unfortunately, I got the feeling that for someone who’d just discovered pleasure he might not be finished.
I shivered as his hand stroked my ass. Nope. I had to get up now. I lifted my head, placed my hands at his sides and slowly began to lift myself off of him. Searing pain hit me. My inner walls clung to his cock and refused to let go. The more I pulled, the tighter the connection became. I exhaled, and the grip loosened. Peeking down, I took in the size of him. It was equally satisfying and arousing knowing something so big had been inside me. I’d never admit it, but I was glad he made no move to push me back down. I didn’t want to confess that I might cry if he did. My body was beyond tender, and the hint of blood coating his shaft as I slid off was proof of the damage left behind.
Oh, God. Will my body ever adapt to him? The thought intensified my fear. It spoke to my desire for more—a lot more sex between us.
His cock slapped his stomach. A trail of sticky cum squirted down my thigh. Sighing, I dragged my body off the sofa.
My protective walls around myself were still down no matter how much I wanted to push them back up. Pride was gone again and without her, all I could feel was terror now that pleasure wasn’t controlling me. I didn’t look at Jackal as I stood. My insides ached along with my thighs… I wobbled to the bathroom without a hint of pride. I was an entity and my body would eventually repair. Sometimes, however, we retained vestiges of actions to remind ourselves of misdeeds and such. I supposed this must be one of those times.
Inside the bathroom, I materialized water in the tub instead of running it. When it came to materializing things, we never created anything, we simply stole it from somewhere else. The water I needed now possibly came from the spring in my father’s woods. It had a soothing nature to it, and I wanted nothing more than to ease the rawness between my legs. Maybe if I could get rid of the imprint of Jackal inside me, normalcy would return.
I plunked down into the tub and closed my eyes. Jackal and what we had just done filtered through my closed lids. He’d been adamant in pleasing me. Not what I was used to nor was it what I expected for someone who had never partaken in sexual acts before.
I detected his presence seconds before he entered the bathroom. Not bothering to open my eyes, I listened to him and felt the heat wafting off him as he bent down beside the tub.
“I’ve caused you discomfort,” he said while palming a breast.
They were still heavy and aching for his touch, and I despised him slightly for it. Lying, I said, “You’ve done no such thing.”
“Then shall I take you again?” he murmured. I cracked opened an eye and watched his fingers trail between my breasts. “This time the way I want?”
I hated the way his gaze wandered over me. Like I placed the stars in the sky just because I had given him sex. Worst of all, I hated how much the thought of him gawking at someone else the same way ripped open my chest. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“We’re not doing it again.”
“You won’t admit it, but your body is too sore to go again right now, anyway.”
My cheeks heated. I blamed it on the hot water. “No, I mean that’s never happening again. Ever.”
His brows lifted. “Lie to me again, Maureen.” It was a warning.
I smacked his hand away from my breasts, and he moved it right back. “Stop it.” My voice lacked conviction.
“What’s this?” My gaze wandered to where he was tapping his finger on my right hip. I already knew what he meant.
“A peacock,” I told him.
He studied it, rubbing his thumb over the orange peacock. The proof of my curse. “Peacocks aren’t orange.”
I exhaled. “I didn’t choose it.”
“Then why is it?”
“You can thank your creator for that.” His teeth clenched, green eyes molding into blazing embers, and it almost convinced me that he was feeling possessive. “He cursed me and all my siblings with one of the seven sins.”
Understanding crossed Jackal’s features. “Pride,” he uttered my curse as his eyes washed over me anew. “It makes sense now.”
“What?” I asked defensively.
“You.” He placed his palm against my abdomen. “I’m on my way to knowing you.”
I scoffed. “Don’t forget that collar around your—”
“A collar that might last another full day.” Emerald planets resided in his stormy eyes, burning me with the knowledge that he hadn’t forgotten.
I poked his chest. “Don’t forget my mark.” I beamed at my handy work.
He leaned over the tub and ripped the bandage off my neck. “Don’t play this game with me.”
