Free Kellan by Jayne Blue Page B

tossed it to a chair in the corner. Then he pulled his t-shirt over his head. What I saw left me breathless. His chest was ripped perfection with a webbing of ink across one shoulder, a howling wolf’s head over the other.  
    He dropped his shoulder and started to come to me. I couldn’t stand another second without having him inside me. Before I could even think, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I wanted to unwrap him like a present and taste him.  
    “Mallory,” he gasped. I smiled up at him.  
    “Let me,” I said. I finished unzipping his fly and jerked his belt free of the loops in one fluid movement that left him gasping. I liked it.  Big and strong as he was, he towered over me like an oak tree. But his fingers trembled as he caressed my cheek. I wanted to see how far I could push him before he lost control.  
    I pulled his jeans down over the swell of his hips. His erection bobbed before me, huge and hard. Gently, I gripped him by the base and pumped him with my fist. Kellan threw his head back and let out a groan. A bead formed at the head. Heat shot through me, settling between my legs. I let go of him long enough to pull off my tank top and unhook my bra. My breasts swung free and Kellan reached down to cup one, kneading it with his fingers until it was my turn to groan.  
    Then, I was on him. I closed my fingers back around his shaft and opened my mouth wide to take him in. He was so thick and hard. He filled me. I stroked and sucked as Kellan swayed before me. I felt shameless and wanton, on my knees before him. God, I wanted this. Wanted him. I reveled in the pleasure I gave him. Still it wasn’t enough. As I sucked him, I fumbled with my own jeans and wriggled out of them.  
    Kellan threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me down on him even farther. I struggled to keep my mouth around him. I looked up at him; his eyes were hooded and glazed as he basked in the pleasure I gave him.  
    Still, I wanted more. I pulled at his jeans and drew them down even further as Kellan swayed above me. I wanted this. I wanted to rock his world and knock him straight off his feet. Then, I knew he’d do the exact same thing to me. For now though, I wanted the control.  
    I peeled his jeans down further and ran my hands down the back of Kellan’s powerful thighs. His posture changed. Kellan went rigid and his hands tightened where he held my head.  
    “Mallory.” His voice came out a choked whisper just before my fingers moved down past his knees. I felt something hard beneath my palm on his right leg. I closed my hand around it and drew my mouth off him as I realized what it was.  
    I leaned back on my heels and looked up at Kellan. His face was hard as he searched mine. A metal rod protruded beneath Kellan’s right knee where his calf should have been. I kept my eyes locked with his as my heart tore a little for him. Or it would have, but Kellan didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away. He just stared down at me, gauging my reaction. Then, my eyes caught the silver chain that hung around his neck. In my lust, I hadn’t noticed it before, but dangling from the end of it was a shiny silver dog tag.  
    Slowly, I rose to my feet. Kellan’s eyes stayed hard as he hooked his hands under my elbows to help me up. I walked around Kellan, trailing my hands around his sculpted back. He stood like a statue except for his heaving breaths. His swollen cock bobbed before him. I went back down to my knees and drew his jeans off the rest of the way. Slowly, he stepped out of them and the cuff holding the titanium rod where his leg used to be.  
    My heart beat so hard, I thought sure he could hear it. I stood before Kellan. He was magnificent. I ran my hands along the colorful tattoo he bore along his right hip. It swirled down his leg, ending just before cloth covering the end of his knee. A cruel scar cut through his quad, just above the knee. Slowly, deliberately, I went down to my knees before him again.