Page 13 of Bullied Pregnant Mate (Silver Meadows Wolves #7)

Jenks’s hands gripping my knees, his strong arms around my thighs, and his slick tongue diving into my pussy send waves of pleasure rolling through me so intense that I can barely comprehend each sensation before the new one hits. Beyond the rapture of the sexual ecstasy he’s giving me, there is an unbelievable surge of triumph.

Finally… Finally, I’m with Jenks!

So many nights, I fantasized about him, dreaming of every minute detail. The thrill of his hands on me, the warmth of his mouth, and the power of his body as he takes me.

His tongue slides from the depth of my pussy, caressing the inner petals on its way back to my clit where he wraps his lips around it and sucks, alternating with hard laps from the flat of his tongue. Another orgasm crashes into me, a vibration that begins between my legs, shudders through my muscles, and explodes through my entire nervous system. The world disappears, and the only thing I am aware of is the blissful release.

Slowly, my breath returns to me, and beyond the shuddering of my body, I become aware of my surroundings again. When I open my eyes, Jenks is hovering over me, a cheeky smile on his face.

“I’m guessing that was good?” he asks, gently stroking my face with his fingertips. I nod, still trying to get enough air into my lungs so I can talk. His smile widens, and it’s the same boyish, mischievous smile I’ve always loved.

This was the expression he wore when he was about to do something completely outrageous and he was extremely pleased with himself.

“Do you want more?” he asks, and beyond the humor, I see a deep, aching hunger. I’ve never known that part of Jenks. The part that yearns and desires.

I thought he was just a carefree, selfish jerk and that everything he did was motivated by his desire to have fun, even if it was at the expense of others. Now I see there is much more to it… and that somewhere in his soul, there’s a wound that has never healed.

“Alisa,” he murmurs, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Do you want more?”

His hands tighten on my arms, and he thrusts his hips against me. The feeling of being pinned under him, his fingers digging into my arms, is so exciting that my voice gets stuck in my throat, and all I can do is pant and shiver.

Jenks leans forward, pressing harder with his hips. When his lips touch mine, he grips my arms hard. I cry out underneath him, writhing against the weight of his body.

He always looked like a skinny, tall nerd. I never guessed that under the clothes, he’s wiry and toned.

He opens my lips with his tongue, kissing me deeply. I tilt my head back, relaxing into his grip as he bends me to his will. As I invite him into me, I open my thighs and feel him sink between them, the head of his cock rubbing against my slick pussy.

Jenks raises his head, his hands fiercely gripping my shoulders as he cries out, grinding his hips into me and groaning as if he’s in pain. His hard cock presses against me, sliding towards my aching, slick pussy. I open my legs even further, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He looks down, and I can see the blue of his eyes, even in the dark.

“Do you want me?” he growls.

I nod desperately, tightening my thighs against him and digging my fingers into his waist. “Yes, Jenks, I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

The growl in his throat becomes a roar as he moves his hands to my hips and thrusts forward, joining us together. I’m so hot and wet that he slides straight in to the hilt, ramming me against the bed.

He stays still for a second, his whole body trembling as he pushes forward as deeply into my body as he possibly can. Pleasure streaks through me, so intense that it’s almost painful, and my pussy clenches and convulses around his hard cock, triggering a massive orgasm that makes me cling to him, writhing and screaming as my body finds its release.

As the waves subside, my muscles relax, but my pussy, clit, and nipples keep tingling with intensity. Low cries slip through my lips as I roll my head back and forth, almost completely senseless.

“More?” Jenks asks, kissing me. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I murmur, opening my eyes to look up at him. I feel helpless, but I’m no longer prey frozen in fear before the bite. I’m caught in the predator’s jaws, accepting my fate as I am slowly devoured.

Jenks wraps his arms around me, bringing our bodies together until I can feel every hard inch of him against my flesh, crushing me against the bed. His lips touch mine, so softly and gently that a little whimper of need slips out of me. When he hears the sound, Jenks groans, moving his hips forward, and I feel the hard length of his cock ram my cervix.

He starts to thrust as we kiss, each stroke growing harder until it’s impossible for us to kiss and fuck at the same time. As his arms wrap around me even more tightly, I open my thighs as wide as I can and link my hands around his waist, clinging to him as he increases his pace.

Jenks pounds me harder and faster, groaning with effort as his body trembles with pleasure. His cock stroking my pussy over and over sends another orgasm rolling through me, and my pussy clenches around his cock as I grab his shoulders, writhing and screaming. Jenks rams me even harder and faster. I feel his cock thicken inside me, and my own orgasm starts all over again as I realize he’s going to come.

Then, he stops, breathing hard as he rocks slowly back, his hard cock still sheathed deep inside me, pressing against my cervix with every gentle movement. I’m so wrecked with pleasure, I can’t respond. All I can do is look into his beautiful blue eyes and tremble.

He’s wearing that grin again, the one that says he’s up to no good and he’s not going to stop until he gains satisfaction. I’m enjoying the sight of his pleasure so much that I can’t help but smile back.

Jenks kisses me softly, then harder. His tongue wraps around mine as he thrusts his hips towards me again, and the sensation of being pinned by his cock and his tongue at the same time makes me shake like I’ve had an electric shock.

His lips gently knead against mine, then become more insistent as he presses his weight forward. As I submit further, opening my legs and putting my head farther back, he slowly rocks his hips forward, putting intense, steady pressure on my cervix. Somewhere deep inside me, a pleasure spot suddenly activates and explodes, making me clutch Jenks hard as I thrash and scream.

He laughs softly, kissing me gently, then looking into my eyes with a serious expression. “Did you know there are at least seven different kinds of orgasm a woman can experience?” he whispers.

I shake my head, barely understanding his words. I’m so undone by the constant bombardment of pleasure that I can’t think, let alone speak.

“I’m going to give you all of them, beautiful woman,” he says, stroking my hair. “One at a time, then all at once.”

“I… I don’t think I can take much more,” I gasp breathlessly.

He smiles, and it’s the most perfect, contented smile I’ve ever seen on his face.

This isn’t Jenks the joker, the smile he puts on so he can hide his pain from the rest of the world. This is real—an expression of pure pleasure.

This is the real Jenks.

“Okay, then,” he answers, kissing me. “I’ll take you fast and hard, then.”

His words send bolts of pleasure shooting through me, fierce, hot lines that run from my nipples to my clit and make my pussy clench around his cock. Jenks kisses me hard, then runs his hands down my arms and pins my wrists against my sides.

As his hips move faster and harder, he keeps kissing me, his tongue flicking into my mouth and sliding against mine. With every thrust from his hips, the grip of his hands tightens, and I feel completely trapped and held by his strength.

And I fucking love it.

He increases his pace, his thrusts so hard and fast, our lips break apart. Jenks lets go of my hands and braces himself against the bed, gripping the mattress behind my head. With all the power in his body, he rams me harder, faster, until I feel another orgasm ripping through me.

As my own climax peaks, I feel his cock thicken, and a great cry rips from his lips. Shivers run through him as goosebumps race across his skin, and he gives one last, long thrust as his cock blows deep inside me.

He stays still for a moment, gasping softly as he shivers above me. Every single muscle is clenched tight, from his hands, arms, shoulders, and all the way down through his legs.

Suddenly, the strength goes out of him all at once. He collapses, moving to the side so he falls beside me instead of on top of me. He reaches out with his arms, and I roll over to snuggle against his chest.

Safe. So warm and safe.

For a while, I just enjoy the feel of his heartbeat against my cheek, listening to his breathing settle. I reach up with one hand, gently running my fingertips across his chest.

Finally, we did it, and he was better than any fantasy.

As the waves of satisfaction settle, my mind clears, and I remember how all this got started.

When I came into the room, his aura was shredded with pain. It broke my heart. Now, he looks so contented and happy. I don’t want to ruin that, but I have to know the source of the pain inside him. Sooner or later, he will have to face it.

“Jenks?”

“Yes?”

“That was amazing.”

He chuckles and squeezes me, kissing my head. “My pleasure.”

I smile at that, still stroking his chest. I don’t really want to look into his eyes as I ask the next question. I want him to be able to answer without feeling interrogated.

“Do you remember what your nightmare was about?”

He sighs, curling around me even more tightly, but he doesn’t tense up. Colors flicker through his aura. There is pain but no resistance.

He’s actually trusting me.

“My mother,” he begins so softly, I can barely hear. “She isolated me up here. I wasn’t allowed to hang out in town, or play with other kids. She was already known to everyone, even her own family, as an erratic flake, but after she had me, it got ten times worse.”

“Why, Jenks? Why on earth would she do that to you?”

“I don’t know,” he mutters. “And I don’t know why she left, either.”

“Where did she go?”

“California, I think. She said she got a record deal and had to get out of here. She offered to let me go with her, but I said no. She signed the house and most of the money over to me, then left.”

“Why didn’t anyone intervene when you were little?”

“Because there was no abuse. It was weird, for sure, but if family services got called, all they could do was confirm I was healthy and well-fed. Mom was offered psych services; she just didn’t take them, and no one could legally make her do it.”

I wrap my arms around him, desperate to soothe the pain in his soul. “I never imagined your life was so hard.”

“Oh, it looked great to most people. Tons of money, beautiful house, minimal supervision. That’s why my parties were always king. Mom didn’t give a fuck.”

I’m afraid to ask the next question, but I know I have to. “Jenks… what about your father? Where is he?”

“I never met him,” Jenks answers, his voice harsh. “I have no idea who he is. Mom kept it a big secret. One day, I just stopped asking.”

“Oh my God, Jenks,” I murmur, holding him. “I’m so sorry.”

He hugs me, and we stay curled up together for a bit longer, not talking. I know there has to be more to the story, and I have more questions, but none of it is important right now.

This poor man has a tortured soul and a broken heart, and he hid it from everyone his whole life. Happy Jenks, party-boy Jenks—hiding his pain with false joy.

“Do you think your mom will come back?” I ask sleepily.

“No,” he says. “She adds money to my account. Sends an occasional email. She is scared of my father, I think.”

“Where is he? Who is he? If you think she’s scared of him, does that mean he’s from an enemy pack?”

“Maybe,” Jenks says. “But he could be anyone—or anything.”

“What do you mean?”

Jenks sighs, holding me gently. “No one knows this.”

“It’s okay.”

“Mom is Carla’s half-sister. They have the same mother, different fathers. It was kept a huge secret.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. The deeper you dig into a small town, the weirder it gets. But the thing is, Mom wasn’t just a wolf. I’ve always worried that she went looking for her own kind, and that’s why she couldn’t reveal who my father was.”

“What do you mean?”

Jenks hesitates a moment more, practically clinging to me as he lets go of the truth he’s kept hidden for so long.

“My mom wasn’t just a wolf. She was a hybrid witch.”