Free Mills & Boon : Seducing The Jackal by Seressia Glass

“Markus. The magic we
made—I’ve never felt anything like that before. Ever. But besides all that, we
are good together. Forget about witches and jackals and the Lost Ones. Think
about you and me, a man and a woman. Let’s just pretend for a little while that
that’s all there is.”
    “Don’t you think I want to?” He surged to his feet, curling his
hands into fists. “Thousands of years of doing my duty, of making sure my race
survives, that our clans thrive. Even sex was about increasing our numbers, not
about giving and receiving pleasure. If I relax my guard, if I focus on anything
other than my duty to my people, I put my people in danger.”
    “So what—that’s it? You spend so much of your time making sure
your people stay alive that you don’t have time to get a life?” She settled her
hands on her hips. “Look, I know we didn’t have the best of beginnings. If
there’s anyone who should be saying ‘good riddance,’ it’s me.”
    She thrust a hand through her hair with a sigh. “Maybe I’m
crazy. Maybe I’ve got some sort of Stockholm syndrome or something. Or maybe I’m
just addicted to your magic cock. Don’t know, don’t care. What I do know is that
I want more of you, whatever I can get for as long as I can get it. I want to
feel you on me, in me, wrapped around me. I want—”
    Markus snatched her up against him, crushing her tight in a
bruising kiss. She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him back with hungry
intent. Growling, he grabbed her skirt, hiking it up her thighs so he could cup
her ass. She responded by locking her gorgeous legs around his waist. Tongues
dueled, breathing harshened, need rose as she pulled his shirt off over his
head.
    With lengthening claws, he grabbed two handfuls of her dress
and ripped. “Tell me that wasn’t a ritual robe,” he muttered against her
lips.
    “No. Just a dress.” She nipped at the tendons along his
neck.
    “Good gods, woman.” Without ceremony, he tossed her back on the
bed. Keeping his gaze locked to hers, he quickly shed the rest of his clothing.
Careful not to scratch her, he wrapped his fingers around her white cotton
panties and jerked. The material shredded around his claws. He tossed them over
his shoulder, then dropped atop her, bracing his weight on his forearms.
    He nipped his way down her throat, lingering over her
collarbone before dipping into the hollow between her breasts. Her scent rose to
infiltrate his senses, as sweet and spicy as the finest incense. His mouth
watered as he dragged his tongue along her skin, feasting on her breasts. Every
day, every hour, every gods-damned minute, he could spend tasting her, and it
still wouldn’t be enough.
    “Open for me, beautiful one,” he urged, kissing and nipping his
way down the soft curve of her belly. “Let me have more of you.”
    Her legs fell apart for him, revealing the dark rose pink of
her core. He dipped his tongue inside her, a long, slow lick that had her
mewling. He swirled his tongue through her folds, circling her clit, needing her
taste, needing her pleasure with a bone-deep hunger. More .
    * * *
    Tia thrust her hands into Markus’s hair as he raided her
senses with lips and teeth and tongue. Wanting him as she did, needing him as
she did, it wasn’t long before she felt the sweet tidal wave of pleasure
sweeping through her blood. It smashed through her pitiful defenses and swept
her into a maelstrom of orgasm.
    She cried out, then cried out again as he surged up her body
and lanced into her in one thick thrust. She saw the wide golden glow of his
eyes just before he lowered his head and kissed her into oblivion. This was all
about wild, primitive, sweat and sex and sensation.
    She wanted to claim him. The urge burned within her as she
clutched his shoulders, as he powered into her over and over again. Each thrust,
each retreat seemed to say mine , mine , mine , and she echoed
the sentiment. She wanted to give him everything, even without knowing