Page 33 of New Blood

She lifted her eyes to meet his and saw the fire there, glowing in his irises. Without a word, she got on her knees before him, not because he was her alpha, or because she wanted to submit to him, but because she wanted to explore him, to taste every inch of him.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, and heard him suck in a breath as if steeling himself for what her touch would do to him. For a moment, she lifted her eyes and caught him watching her, lust blazing from his eyes. She licked over the thick tip of his erection, reveling in his male taste.

“Fuck!”

At his curse, pride swelled in her chest. It made her feel powerful to know that she could make a man like Jude lose control. It was a feeling she’d never felt before. Eager to pleasure him, she put her lips around his cock and slid down on him, taking him into her mouth as far as she could, while she held on to his root. She felt him shudder.

Jude felt his knees wobble for an instant and placed his hands on Danielle’s shoulders, steadying himself. He hadn’t expected this—Danielle sucking him without warning—though he should have. She was in heat. He’d smelled it from far away when he’d been running in the woods, clearing his head after the oath ceremony. He hadn’t expected her to be out running as well. But when he’d picked up the telltale scent of a werewolf female in heat and recognized that it was Danielle, he hadn’t been able to restrain himself and had followed her trail.

The moment she’d shifted, he knew that they would make love here in the woods, away from the Gallagher mansion, away from prying eyes and listening ears. Away from duty and responsibility. But he hadn’t thought that Danielle would make the first step.

Fuck! The way she was sucking his cock, running her tongue along its hyper-sensitive underside, and using her hand around the base to control his movements, she was driving him insane with lust. If she continued like that, he’d come in under a minute, shooting his seed into her gorgeous mouth that cradled him in warmth and wetness.

He’d been hard the moment he’d picked up her scent. He’d heard other male werewolves talk about what it was like to know that one’s mate was in heat, what it did to the male, how uncontrollable it made him that he would throw all caution to the wind, ignore all dangers, and simply go after the woman who was his. He’d always thought that the stories were pure exaggeration, but he’d been wrong. There was no drive more powerful than that of making love to a woman in heat. It was no wonder that werewolf couples often produced a large litter of pups. He understood that now.

Danielle was sucking him with such skill, such passion that he knew he’d lose control any second. But he didn’t want to come in her mouth; he didn’t want to be a selfish lover. He would never forgive himself.

With his last ounce of self-control, he pushed her shoulders back and pulled himself out of her mouth.

“Enough!” he said on a shaky breath.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips glistening. He’d never seen a more tantalizing sight. He pulled her up to him and pressed his lips to hers without a word. Despite what she’d done to him so skillfully, her lips tasted of innocence. As he delved into her mouth and danced with her tongue, he pressed her to his body, her soft breasts aligning with his hard muscles, his hard-on pressing into her stomach. The contact of skin-on-skin made his entire body tingle with excitement. He let one hand slide down to palm her ass, while he used his other to cup the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

He was getting drunk on her taste, on the soft breaths that they exchanged, while he caressed her round cheeks and pressed her more tightly to his groin, while rubbing his cock on her. He was still as hard as a crow bar, and he could smell her arousal heightening. He briefly released her lips and lifted her into his arms. He carefully lowered her onto the ground, making sure to place her on a spot where moss and soft leaves covered the cold, hard ground. Again, he captured her lips and kissed her, while he settled at her side, half his body braced over her.

In this position, he could caress her while he kissed her. As he began to knead her breasts and caress her nipples, he felt her breathing change. Her heart began to beat faster, while her moans and sighs became more pronounced. He slid one hand down her body, traveling over her stomach, then the coarse hair that guarded her sex, before dipping deeper. When his fingers encountered warm, wet flesh, he moaned and released her lips.

He scooted down a few inches and licked over one breast before sucking one nipple into his mouth. Danielle moaned out loud, gasping just as he rubbed his finger over her pussy, gathering some of the juices that dripped from her, before he moved higher again. He found her clitoris and rubbed his wet finger over the tiny organ, eliciting a soft gasp from her. Relieved that he’d found the right spot, he began to tenderly caress her, taking his time. There was no hurry. He wanted to give her pleasure and watch her experience ecstasy. Already now, it looked as if her entire body was taking on a rose blush. Every inch of her skin seemed to glow and felt hot to the touch. It was the fact that she was in sexual heat that assured that she wasn’t cold out here in the woods.

Kissing and licking her breasts, and caressing her pussy with his fingers, wasn’t enough anymore. He needed more. Letting her nipple pop from his mouth, he scooted further down her body. He pushed her legs apart and settled in the space he’d made for himself before he lowered his face to her pussy. When he briefly glanced up, he noticed her watching him, her lips red, her eyes drunk with passion.

“I want you,” he murmured, and lowered his lips to her pussy, while spreading her female flesh, opening her up to him, so he could lick over her slit.

He gathered her juices on his tongue and swallowed. A shudder went through him, and he closed his eyes, allowing the sensation to travel to every cell of his body. It felt as if tiny fireworks were exploding inside his body, sending shockwaves through him. He’d always loved licking women, but he’d never experienced the kind of intensity that he felt now. Without hesitation, he licked and sucked Danielle’s beautiful pussy, alternately licking tenderly, then changing his tempo and rhythm to adjust it to Danielle’s breathing. Her clitoris was swollen now, and with every lap and every tug, she moaned, her hand now in his hair, holding onto him.

“Jude,” she cried out. “Please, so close, I need you inside me.”

At any other time, he would have rejoiced at her words and followed her demand instantly, but he couldn’t. She was in heat, and if he thrust his cock into her, he’d come within seconds, unable to pull out in time to prevent conception. He couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t put her in the same situation Danielle’s father had put her mother in. It wasn’t fair to her.

He wanted to howl, to scream at the unfairness of his situation, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed the thoughts away, pushed his own need back, and concentrated on Danielle and the little he could give her. A night of pleasure without consequences.

With his tongue, he painted tight circles around her clit, brushing over it with more rapid strokes, while with his middle finger, he thrust inside her, mimicking the movements of his cock. He suddenly felt her body stiffen, and a moment later, he felt her spasm under his touch, her interior muscles contracting around his finger over and over again.

A long exhale came over Danielle’s lips as she finally stilled. He pulled his finger from her slowly, before scooting up to her and rolling on his side next to her. He brought his head to hers and kissed her tenderly.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

Then he took his still-hard cock into his hand and began to tug.

“Let me,” Danielle said and put her hand over his.

There was a silent understanding between them. She knew that he couldn’t find release inside her body. It was too risky and utterly irresponsible.

He let go of his cock and allowed her to take him into her soft hand.

“Thank you.”

He captured her lips again and kissed her passionately, his hand on her nape, his thumb caressing her neck and jawline. He allowed himself to be carried away by his imagination, where his cock wasn’t in her hand but in her pussy, and he thrust deep and hard, relentlessly, to give them both the pleasure they were seeking. The release that they needed.