Free Way Out of Control by Tatiana Caldwell

overflowing between his fingers, her nipple pressed hard against his palm. The sensation heated him, and he released his hold on her mouth slightly to release a groan. He paused ever so briefly.
    “Want me to stop?”
    “Jaxon,” she sighed his name on her breath, and he wasn’t certain if the response was protest or encouragement.
    But the raspy, sensual sound of it was all the encouragement he needed.
    He sat up, straddling her waist as he gripped her sides just below her rib cage, and lifted her breasts to his mouth. She fit so nicely in his hands, moved so easily with his manipulations. Bending forward and tilting her backwards in his hands, he connected her nipples with his lips and sucked on them long and hard, tasting her, feeling her on his face. Just faintly was he aware of her quickening breath and the trembling of her body, the slight pressure she applied with her hands against his shoulders, but he didn’t pay it too much attention. He was enthralled by her body, by her scent, by how she made him feel.
    He reached down between them and slipped his hand between her thighs, forcing them apart so that he could touch her sex. She was warm, wet, and open, and his dick ordered him to penetrate her. He heard himself growling, panting, and he pushed her down upon the bed and kneeled between her legs, keeping them ajar for his entry. He griped her by her waist and maneuvered her into position, his dick cocked, aimed and ready to fire.
    “Jaxon,” she squealed out his name again. “Wait—slow down.”
    He could hear her clearly, but it was as if she were very far away. He didn’t have to listen to that pretty voice, did he? He bumped his erection against her lower lips and immediately hit a barrier. She was tight and tense, and it would not be as easy for him to penetrate her as he’d hoped. He yanked her bottom half upwards, repositioning her again.
    “Jaxon, please,” the voice was louder this time. And more aggressive. “I said slow down!”
    Every bone and muscle in his body wanted to continue, but he froze. He looked down at her, saw fear in her eyes for the first time since the day he transformed, and his heart ached. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, his dick still throbbing, his hands still gripping her waist, but he didn’t move. It took everything he had not to lift her hips at an angle and thrust into her, to not do what his body cried out to do, but he recalled the fear in her eyes and he held steady. “Tranquilize me.”
    “I don’t think you need it. You’re doing okay. Just—just take a few deep breathes and let me go –”
    “Shoot me, Celise. Now.”
    He watched as she wriggled herself from underneath his rigid body enough to reach the tranquilizer gun stashed under her pillows, and shot him in the arm.
    “Again,” he commanded when he felt his body resisting. She landed a second shot in his shoulder, and a third at his request, and only then did he feel he had enough of the drug in his bloodstream. Then they waited, staring at each other awkwardly with her still trapped beneath him as slowly, slowly, the monster retreated.
    “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, as he released his grip on her hips at last.
    For a few long, agonizing moments, she didn’t respond. In the quietness he worried she hated him now, was no longer interested in helping him now that she finally realized she could not trust that she would be safe in his presence while he was like this.
    But the voice that broke that silence didn’t sound angry, hateful or fearful at all. If anything, she sounded surprised, subdued, and if he wasn’t mistaken … aroused. “It’s okay, really. I didn’t necessarily want you to stop … just to slow down a bit.”
    Jaxon sighed heavily, shaking his head as he rolled off her and positioned himself back on his edge of the mattress. “I could’ve hurt you, Celise”
    “But you didn’t. You stopped yourself. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
    Shit, yeah it was, he