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her ass cheek, slipping his fingers into her pussy from behind. She wanted to scream from the pleasure of it, the tight stretch of two fingers pumping inside her, curling into her with deliberate, probing strokes.
Jessica broke away from his mouth, arching her head back as he kissed along her throat with sucking, nibbling kisses. He scored her flesh with his teeth. Shivers chased over her skin.
“Your scent drives me mad, petite. I wan’ to taste you all over,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion and need. He nipped her throat, marking her with tongue and teeth and lips. Jessica’s nerves jolted down to her core. Her body wept with the fierce, demanding need.
Small, harsh whimpers escaped her, marking a change in him, a ravenous intent that hadn’t been there before.
An animalistic growl vibrated from his throat as he thrust his fingers into her again.
Harder. Her pussy creamed with the forceful drive. She felt the excess trickle down her parted folds to her clit, soaking her, soaking his jeans. Her womb contracted with a hard, violent spasm of pleasure. The strength fled her muscles. She moaned mindlessly, rocking her hips on him, trying to envelop him in her heat. She was empty deep inside, where not even his fingers could reach, needing the thick heat of him within her, begging for it with every jerky move, every shaky breath. Her clit throbbed with achy want, engorged to the point of pain. Each brush against his hard cock had her pussy spasming near ecstasy.
Her mind shut down to everything but the steady, driving pump of his fingers, pushing her toward rough climax. She felt herself getting closer, and moved on him with mindless abandon.
A harsh voice interrupted them like a dowsing of ice water. “What is this?” it demanded gravelly.
Jessica came off Gabriel so hard, she landed on the hardwood floor with a bone jarring thud to her knees. She ignored the pain, pushing her dress down her legs to stare up at the intruder, wide-eyed with shock.
If god had any mercy, she would have died of embarrassment on the spot. Her pale skin turned bright pink, the heat of desire changing to the burn of shame.
Gabriel sat up on the couch, giving the intruder a look to kill. “What are you doing here, Nardo?” he ground out, standing, his chest rising and falling with sharp, angry breaths. His hands fell to his sides, clenching and unclenching with repressed violence.
“Your demands are not important....” He trailed off as Jessica stood and moved beside Gabriel.
The man was huge, looking like nothing so much as a muscle-bound wrestler. His insolent stare lingered on her breasts, and Jessica covered them uncomfortably, moving closer to Gabriel as if she could melt into his side. She wanted to slap the knowing look right off the man. She worked up her anger, eager to put her embarrassment behind her.
“I have as much say in the pack as you do ... and every right t’claim a mate,”
Gabriel ground out.
The man laughed, grating on her nerves, keeping his eyes trained on her. He looked like he would jump her at any moment, and what desire Jessica’d had quickly slipped away as nervous fear took over.
His laughter subsided, and a cruel glint entered his black, soulless eyes. “Gabriel,”
he growled, “did you really think you could keep her from us?”
* * * *
Nardo “escorted” her and Gabriel outside, keeping steady watch on them both as if expecting them to bolt at any minute.
Outside on the lawn behind Gabriel’s Camaro, a truck waited. As they came out, the driver looked up at them and started the truck. It came to life with a deafening roar, and a chug of smoke rose from the tail pipe, clouding the air like city smog.
“Where are we going?” Jessica asked, wanting nothing so much as longer legs or faster feet ... or a gun. She despised this feeling of helplessness and not knowing what was going on.
“A meeting’s been called. You’re the guest of honor,” Nardo said behind her,
Jessica broke away from his mouth, arching her head back as he kissed along her throat with sucking, nibbling kisses. He scored her flesh with his teeth. Shivers chased over her skin.
“Your scent drives me mad, petite. I wan’ to taste you all over,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion and need. He nipped her throat, marking her with tongue and teeth and lips. Jessica’s nerves jolted down to her core. Her body wept with the fierce, demanding need.
Small, harsh whimpers escaped her, marking a change in him, a ravenous intent that hadn’t been there before.
An animalistic growl vibrated from his throat as he thrust his fingers into her again.
Harder. Her pussy creamed with the forceful drive. She felt the excess trickle down her parted folds to her clit, soaking her, soaking his jeans. Her womb contracted with a hard, violent spasm of pleasure. The strength fled her muscles. She moaned mindlessly, rocking her hips on him, trying to envelop him in her heat. She was empty deep inside, where not even his fingers could reach, needing the thick heat of him within her, begging for it with every jerky move, every shaky breath. Her clit throbbed with achy want, engorged to the point of pain. Each brush against his hard cock had her pussy spasming near ecstasy.
Her mind shut down to everything but the steady, driving pump of his fingers, pushing her toward rough climax. She felt herself getting closer, and moved on him with mindless abandon.
A harsh voice interrupted them like a dowsing of ice water. “What is this?” it demanded gravelly.
Jessica came off Gabriel so hard, she landed on the hardwood floor with a bone jarring thud to her knees. She ignored the pain, pushing her dress down her legs to stare up at the intruder, wide-eyed with shock.
If god had any mercy, she would have died of embarrassment on the spot. Her pale skin turned bright pink, the heat of desire changing to the burn of shame.
Gabriel sat up on the couch, giving the intruder a look to kill. “What are you doing here, Nardo?” he ground out, standing, his chest rising and falling with sharp, angry breaths. His hands fell to his sides, clenching and unclenching with repressed violence.
“Your demands are not important....” He trailed off as Jessica stood and moved beside Gabriel.
The man was huge, looking like nothing so much as a muscle-bound wrestler. His insolent stare lingered on her breasts, and Jessica covered them uncomfortably, moving closer to Gabriel as if she could melt into his side. She wanted to slap the knowing look right off the man. She worked up her anger, eager to put her embarrassment behind her.
“I have as much say in the pack as you do ... and every right t’claim a mate,”
Gabriel ground out.
The man laughed, grating on her nerves, keeping his eyes trained on her. He looked like he would jump her at any moment, and what desire Jessica’d had quickly slipped away as nervous fear took over.
His laughter subsided, and a cruel glint entered his black, soulless eyes. “Gabriel,”
he growled, “did you really think you could keep her from us?”
* * * *
Nardo “escorted” her and Gabriel outside, keeping steady watch on them both as if expecting them to bolt at any minute.
Outside on the lawn behind Gabriel’s Camaro, a truck waited. As they came out, the driver looked up at them and started the truck. It came to life with a deafening roar, and a chug of smoke rose from the tail pipe, clouding the air like city smog.
“Where are we going?” Jessica asked, wanting nothing so much as longer legs or faster feet ... or a gun. She despised this feeling of helplessness and not knowing what was going on.
“A meeting’s been called. You’re the guest of honor,” Nardo said behind her,
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