Unexpectedly Mated

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Jake growled again.

“Shut it, mutt. If you’re not here to help me, then you better go,” she hissed, then tapped the massive wolf’s nose and turned. Now on all fours, she tried to peer into the darkness for the ear piece. “This is the s**t I get into for minding other people’s business. If I’d have stayed home and bought shoes online, this wouldn’t have happened,” she mumbled, feeling along the blanket for the small piece of technology. “I could be having a nice Apple Martini or a Cosmo and watching my man Vin Diesel riding the streets in his latest flick. But no, I had to come here to see what all the fuss was about with mating between shifters.”

She didn’t care that she continued to ramble while Jake, in the form of a wolf, stood behind her. The idea of him as nothing more than a possible pet was easier to handle than his sexy human face. Or those big arms. Or those washboard abs. She gulped. Crap if she continued to think of him as a man, she’d end up all kinds of turned on.

If she started thinking of him naked she’d be in all kinds of trouble. That had been the worst way to meet a man. Although with his body, it was probably the best unexpected nudity she’d ever come across. Her first time in the Wolfe household and she’d opened the wrong door to see Jake. A very wet and naked Jake that had just showered. Her mouth had dropped open, ready to apologize, but then he’d smiled. She’d been a goner ever since.

So many years had passed and he’d never let her forget that day. From then on he’d flirted endlessly with her and did his best to taunt her into seeing him as more. Only with Jake, more came at a price. From what she knew he wasn’t interested in anything long-term, much less a serious relationship. Not that Nic wanted long-term commitment either. She wouldn’t mind long-term fun though. And Jake the dirty-talker could probably make her come with just the things he said to her. Christ. Most of the time their conversations ended with her rushing home to take a cold shower...with her vibrators.

Jake was another story. According to Ellie he didn’t even have a cell phone on contract because he didn’t like commitment. That spoke volumes of him. It didn’t stop the fact that Nic had developed some feelings for Jake. Feelings she didn’t like to think about most of the time. Emotions were dangerous. She wasn’t familiar with them much and preferred to keep them as far away as possible.

“Nic…”

Hearing Jake say her name made her squeal. Before she could catch her breath, his hands were on her hips, pulling her back into him. Air caught in her throat. He gripped her waist. Held her captive. The hard bar of his c**k pressed at her butt, the thin spandex from her yoga gear no match for his hardness.

“Jake…” What? Her throat went dry. She didn’t know what to say, only that she really liked how good he felt holding her. How wet it made her to feel him pressing on her ass.

“God, Nic,” he growled softly. “I love how f*****g good you smell. You’re hot for me. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She gasped. s**t, there he went trying to get her to come with just words.

“You can’t deny it. I scent how much you want me. I know you’re wet. Just for me.” He pressed a kiss behind her ear. “You want me to f**k you, don’t you?”

Hell yeah. She gulped, but could do nothing more than whimper a small sigh.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I want to be inside you too.” His warm breath caressed her back. “Deep.” His voice rumbled. “Deep in your wet p***y. I know it’s going to feel hot and tight.” He groaned. “Slick and soft and perfect around my cock.”

He pulled at the waistband of her pants and dipped in to touch her skin. She leaned back further into him, her neck level with his face. He brushed his lips over her shoulder in a barely there sweep. Goosebumps broke over her arms. Her n*****s ached and her p***y throbbed. It was like fire consumed her, cell by cell, from the inside out. She bit her lip and shut her eyes. He moved the hand in her pants straight down, between her legs. He slipped his other hand under her tank to cup her breast.

“f**k, Nic. You’re so soft,” he groaned, kneading at her breast.

Christ, that wasn’t even the worst of her problems, though that hand was driving her mindless with just a few squeezes and tugs. It was the hand he slowly crawled to her p***y that had her muscles tensing. She realized then that she gripped his thighs, digging her nails deep into his naked flesh.

“Say you want me, Nic.” His barely human growl made her c**t twitch. Wetness from her own arousal crawled down her thighs. Breaths rushed in and out of her burning lungs.

“Jake…”

“Say it! Say you want me to f**k you until all you feel is my c**k so far inside your p***y you’ll be branded for life.”

Jesus. Her heart beat at double speed. Shudders shot down her spine, straight to her c**t. She wiggled her hips upward, searching for him to penetrate her. Her body urged her to find his fingers and get them inside.

“Please, Jake.”

“That it’s, baby.” He licked the back of her neck, nibbling in rhythm with his squeezes on her n****e and the finger rubbing on her c**t. “Tell me that you want it.” He sucked on her shoulder. “Tell me you want my c**k inside this wet p***y. f**k, you’re so wet, Nic.” The rumble of his growled words turned her blood to the consistency of molasses. “I want inside you. I want your p***y tight around my c**k as I push you into multiple orgasms.”

“Yes! f**k me, please!” She couldn’t fight him. Not when he used those words and her body begged her to agree. Not when her mind was filled with images of his body pressing down on hers and f*****g her stupid.