Page 15 of First Love

“These need to go next,” he said.

I rose to my knees and allowed him to inch my underwear down my thighs. I helped get my underwear off the rest of the way then reveled in the way Jasper looked at me while leaning back on his elbows.

“I know, I know,” he said. “I’m staring again. I can’t help it. You’re pure art, Amelia.”

“You make me feel that way. Thank you.” I leaned forward and caught his mouth in a kiss that set things in motion that could make me an outcast in the werewolf community. “It’s not hurting me any to look at you either, Jasper.”

He did a sit up, crunching up all those beautiful abs, and wrapped his arms around me. Nuzzling his nose against my neck and up into my hair, he explored that area with a series of licks and small bites. His movements mimicked what wolves would do. He might be a human, but Jasper was certainly in tune with what would make a wolf like me feel wonderful.

He flipped me to my back and crawled over me, his lips exploring anywhere he could reach. When he lowered a hand to that needy spot between my legs and his skilled fingers tested my depths, I writhed beneath him.

My arm shot out, my hand groping around the bed for the box of condoms. Finding it, I shook out a packet, but Jasper captured my wrists and corralled my arms above my head.

“I’m not done playing yet.” He lowered to take a breast into his mouth. His tongue lapped at my nipple until it was pebbled and sensitive and wanting whatever he had planned for me.

“Okay, I’m game.” I slid one of my hands free and wrapped it around his arousal, pulling a low moan out of him.

He shifted his hips slightly, pushing himself into my hand more. “I have a feeling we’re both going to win this game.”

In a quick move, he freed himself from my grip and bent my legs on either side of him. Nudging my knees farther apart, he pressed his lips to my inner thigh, traveling toward my center in slow, calculated moves that had my anticipation skyrocketing.

I lifted my hips off the bed, but he pushed me back down with a broad palm to my navel. I nearly laughed aloud over the fact that he believed his hand could stop me from moving. Keeping my strength restrained added a different element to this experience. Having sex with another werewolf could get feral. Scratching, growling, biting, and drawing blood could all be used to heighten the pleasure. Werewolves rarely held anything back when being intimate with each other.

But with Jasper, I definitely didn’t want to hurt the man. Especially after he’d fed me, shared his good liquor, and been so damn nice to me. It was hard though because I wanted to let loose.

When Jasper’s skilled tongue teased the spot that needed him most, I almost forgot to be careful with him. My fingers snaked into his hair as his beard scraped along my thighs and he sucked me to the edge. It was both too much and not enough. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to pull him in closer or push him away.

If I didn’t push him away, I was liable to let some canines slide from my gums. The urge to mark him as mine was overwhelming.

How can this be?I should only be feeling this way if Jasper was my fated mate. But a human couldn’t be my fated mate. None of this made sense.

Jasper changed the angle of the attention he was giving me, and I cried out as an explosive orgasm threw my body into a tornado of sensations.

I pushed on Jasper’s shoulders and flopped him onto his back. After plundering his mouth, I skated my way over his pecs, abs, and hips. When I licked a line along his erection, he shuddered, all his muscles tensing up then releasing.

I closed my mouth around his length, pulling a hoarse grunt from him. Moving slowly at first, I teased Jasper with slow strokes until his hands wound around my hair in desperation.

“It’s time,” he rasped. “I need to be inside you, Amelia. Please.”

Not wasting a moment, I released him and tore open the condom packet. After rolling it onto his arousal, I sank onto him, taking in all of him at a leisurely pace I knew was driving him mad.

Then I stilled, relishing the connection with him, the union. Again, I wasn’t a stranger to sex, but this felt like a first time.

I supposed it was the first time with a human, but emotions were linked to this with Jasper that I’d never felt before. Attachment. Exhilaration. Devotion.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I rose and fell on Jasper’s length, and he met my movements with hip thrusts that melded us together for eternity. Deeper, deeper, deeper. Strands from each of us wove together with each drive, creating an unbreakable bond.

A mating bond.

We rode each other until all we could do was erupt together. A far-too-werewolfish howl escaped from my throat—or perhaps from my soul. My gums tingled, my canines absolutely dying to sink into Jasper’s flesh to finish the mating bond between us.

But that’s crazy.

I couldn’t bite him. A human. Werewolves healed instantly from bites and the bites didn’t hurt really. But Jasper would feel that pain and would take days to heal from my bite.

I wouldn’t put him through that even if every werewolf cell in me wanted to taste him that way.

Jasper tensed and on a cry of his own, he hit his release, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Ho-ly fuck-ing shit.” He draped an arm over his eyes, his head shaking.

“What?” I was instantly nervous that I had hurt him somehow.

His arm slid away to reveal a deep brown gaze that broadcast Jasper’s satisfaction. “I’ve never had an experience quite like that, Amelia.” He shook his head side to side then fisted some of my hair and tugged gently, making me lower over him.

Lifting his head slightly, he devoured my lips in a kiss that made his prediction of having more than one round of sex tonight a goddamn guarantee.