Free ChasingCassie by Lorna Jean Roberts

satisfy the ache, Cassie?
To nibble on these pretty nipples and fuck this tight sheath?”
    She cried out, arching up as he drove a second finger into
the wet, velvety center of her. “No!”
    He flipped her over onto her stomach, leaving her no
opportunity to catch her breath before pulling her legs apart and thrusting his
fingers deep inside.
    Stilling, he lay to her side, whispering in her ear, “You
won’t be swinging these hips or rubbing your luscious breasts against any man
but me. Understood?”
    “I can dance with whoever I like,” she panted. “And why
wouldn’t I? We’re not in a relationship, Jay. If we were, you wouldn’t be
lusting after a certain redhead.”
    He moved his fingers back then drove three digits deep
inside her, reveling in her loud cry. “That wasn’t just dancing. That was a
mating call, and those bastards in the bar couldn’t wait to answer it.”
    His fingers left her as he reached over and grabbed a condom
from the side table where she’d placed them. Hurriedly he sheathed his already
erect cock.
    He thrust inside her.
    Harder. Deeper.
    Hotter. Faster.
    Smooth and short.
    Rough and deep.
    Over and over until she came, screaming her satisfaction,
her hips jolting back, driving him even farther into her. The feel of her
muscles clamping down on his shaft drove him higher, ripped at his control. He
tried to hold on, but her sheath gripped him, pulsing and rippling around him
until he was out of options.
    He succumbed to his own climax, tumbling into a whirlpool of
deep pleasure.
    Jay collapsed, rolling onto his side before pulling her
around so her back was nestled against his front. Laying tender kisses along
the back of her shoulders and up her neck, he grabbed the lobe of her ear
between his teeth and bit down.
    “Ow,” she cried, slapping a hand back at him, the impact as
weak as a swat from a butterfly’s wings. “Stop biting me. What is up with you?”
    “Just getting your attention. Listen well, Cassie. No one
else touches you. No one but me.”
    She snorted. “Get over yourself, Jay. I can sleep with
whoever I like. It’s not like you’re going to stick around and declare your
undying love for me. You want Dusty, remember?”
    “Listen to me. I do not want Dusty.” He turned her to face
him, his hands cupping her cheeks as he peered into her large brown eyes.
    “Why are you here, Jay? What am I, your backup fuck?”
    He frowned. She attempted to turn away from him but he
grabbed her. Rolling onto his back, he lifted her so she lay on top of him, his
arms holding her close despite her struggles and curses.
    “You are not just a fuck. Let alone a backup fuck, whatever
the hell that is. I’m not interested in Dusty. Yes, I was attracted to her, and
yes, I thought I wanted her. But then I realized what I felt wasn’t real, it
was imagined. You’re the one for me, Cassie. You.”
    “If I was the one, you wouldn’t have gone to New York to
look after her. If I was the one, then how could you leave me when I was
injured? You may not be able to have her, but you’d go running if she called.”
    “You’re begging for a spanking,” he snarled. A hint of fear
entered her eyes as he scowled at her, yet he didn’t feel the least bit sorry.
    “You chose her over me.”
    “No.” He shook her gently. “I’m an enforcer. I’m a werewolf,
part of a pack. I can’t always do what I like when I feel like it. I have to
follow orders. Listen to me carefully, because I am deadly serious.
    “I’m here because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not
Dusty. I was wrong. The reason I ‘went running’ was because of pack business,
not because I chose her over you. Would I be here if it was Dusty I wanted? If
all I was after was sex, do you not think I could have gotten it closer to
home? I didn’t come here for sex, I came here for you. If you’ll have me.”
     
    Cassie bit her lip. Was this the truth? If he’d really
wanted Dusty could he have fucked Cassie like he