Page 28 of Midnight Bond (Wolves of Midnight #5)

JAGGER

This was my punishment. My judgment for daring to pursue a female again.

And not just any female. The female. The only one I wanted to pursue. The one that possessed my every waking and sleeping moment. I’d given in to my instincts. I’d indulged in her, the sweet exotic taste of her still thick on my tongue.

And now, I was paying dearly for my sins, the consequences more than I was prepared to face.

Pursuing her had awakened my dormant alpha gene, a fact that filled me with dread.

My instincts would be even harder to control now, especially if I was challenged in any way.

Although I’d submitted to Kolton’s leadership ever since we were kids, it hadn’t been easy.

I wasn’t much less dominant than him, and with my alpha gene fully awakened, I feared for my future in the pack.

Kolton didn’t tolerate insubordination, nor should he.

One wrong move, and he had every right to kick me out.

If that wasn’t bad enough, my body was flooding with pheromones I’d tried so hard to suppress over the years. My feral instincts were already triggered by Brielle’s heat, but now that I was in rut, I could feel them consuming my every thought, not to mention Onyx’s.

Mark mate. Claim mate. Breed mate.

His thoughts ran on a loop through my head, and soon, mine mirrored his.

Mark mate. Claim mate. Breed mate.

I wanted all of her. Every last inch. I wanted to sink my canines into her flesh, marking her as mine. I wanted to place my scent beneath her skin, claiming her as my mate. I wanted to breed her, filling her with my seed.

Just the thought of spilling my sperm inside her, of impregnating her, made my knot swell so big that I groaned, the sound equal parts pain and pleasure.

Precum shot down the length and out the slit, coating my engorged head.

I glanced back up at Brielle to find her eyes glued to my cock in rapt fascination.

The stiff appendage twitched, more than happy to soak up her attention.

She was still tied up to the beam, her arms above her head and her dress barely covering her thoroughly-licked pussy.

Knowing how easy it would be to take her right now nearly broke the little control I had left.

One move. That’s all it would take. One move, and I could slake every dark suppressed desire on her supple flesh.

My mouth filled with saliva as need pounded through me, the feral insatiable beast inside about to explode from my skin.

Take, take, take. Mine, mine, mine.

As I felt the beast claw its way upward and wrestle for control, I prowled toward Brielle like the wild animal I was.

Her eyes widened but not with fear. No, she was intrigued, and that was almost my undoing.

Why did she not sense the danger she was in?

Why was she looking at me that way? Like she wanted me to ravage her?

This female confounded me in every way possible.

One minute, she was fiercely putting me in my place, and the next, prostrating herself before me like a lamb for the slaughter.

I knew she was still getting used to being a werewolf, and that included understanding how our instincts worked, but she wasn’t a naive virgin either.

Her sexual experience far surpassed mine, and she should know when to practice caution.

Couldn’t she see that the normally distant male before her was about to take everything? Not just what she wanted to give but everything she didn’t. Nothing would be safe from me. I was going to devour it all, every last inch of her, and then devour her again. And again. And again.

By the time I was done, there would be nothing left untouched. Nothing. I would ruin her so thoroughly that she’d never look at me the same again.

Deep down, that’s who I was. That’s what I’d kept on a tight leash ever since I’d learned just how wild that part of me could become.

She didn’t stand a chance. Once it was out, I couldn’t protect her from it. Everything I’d done to her so far would look like child's play compared to what that dark part of me would do.

As I approached her, an image flashed before my eyes.

A memory. Only, the nameless female in the memory was now replaced by Brielle.

She writhed beneath me, screaming in fright as I pinned her arms and legs down.

Ignoring her pleas to stop, I tore off her clothes and prepared to ravage her.

She was completely helpless, wholly at my mercy.

I could do anything I wanted to her. Anything.

Excitement trembled through me, but as I looked down at the fear in her emerald green eyes, that excitement switched to terror.

I blinked, and the image vanished. But looking down at her now, tied up to the beam and completely at my mercy, the terror remained. A foot away from reaching her, I forced my gaze to her bound wrists. In a flash, I freed her from the rope and took a step back.

“Run,” I gritted out, the word like acid on my tongue. She lowered her arms and simply stared at me, making my desperation spill over. “I said run, Brielle! I can’t hold it back much longer.”

The shouted words didn’t affect her. I prepared to shout at her again, but before I could, she said, “Then don’t. Let it out.”

A howl of pure torment left me. “You have no idea what you’re saying, Brielle. Don’t you get it? I will consume you, mind, body, and soul. Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I’ll ruin you.”

“Oh, Jagger,” she said with a small sigh. Then took a step toward me.

“Brielle, stop. Stop.”

She didn’t, and panic filled me, making my heart thunder so rapidly that I thought it would explode.

“I know you’re scared that you’ll hurt me,” she began, coming so close that I could easily reach out and grab her, “but you don’t need to be. Let me prove it to you.”

Struggling to breathe through the pain and terror, I managed to get out, “How?”

“Like this,” she said and dropped to her knees before me.

Realizing what she was planning to do, I started to say her name in warning.

Too late. She reached up and grabbed the base of my swollen knot, then leaned forward and stuck the engorged head into her mouth, precum and all.

Shocked to see my dick inside her, I didn’t pull away.

I couldn’t. I was instantly mesmerized by the sight, rendered immobile as I watched her try to swallow more of me.

Her warm tongue slid along my slit and licked off the precum, punching all the air from my lungs.

I’d told her the truth earlier about not being a virgin, but I’d never experienced the pure rapture of having a female’s mouth on me before.

Her lips could barely wrap around the head, but when she began to suck on me, my vision splintered.

“Brielle,” I said, her name leaving me in a whimper, in a plea. Whether it was to make her stop or encourage her onward, I didn’t know. My mind had emptied the second she’d taken me into her mouth.

She continued to suck on the tip, her hand moving to explore the thick length of my shaft.

My knot was so engorged that her fingertips couldn’t connect, and when she squeezed it, ridges formed along the length.

Every time her hand slid over one of them, they swelled and hardened, giving me the most delicious high.

Despite its enormous size, she navigated my cock beautifully, proving just how experienced she was. I wanted to be jealous at the thought of her pleasuring other males like this, but what she was doing took my full concentration.

My balls began to tighten, and she reached up with her other hand to gently squeeze them. Exquisite pleasure shot through them and up the knot’s length, wringing a groan from me. My legs threatened to give out, but I refused to budge, desperate to experience more.

She picked up the pace, pumping and squeezing and sucking.

I watched her the entire time, still in disbelief that she was doing this.

If I blinked too hard, I could very well wake up and discover this had all been a dream.

Unwilling to give up this moment, I kept my eyes on her, still as stone except for the involuntary tremors rocking my body every few seconds.

When I felt my thighs tense, preparing for the release building in my balls, she sucked on me harder, milking me. Encouraging me to come.

I wasn’t ready. Didn’t want this to end.

I held on, the pleasurable tension in my body growing painful as I refused to orgasm.

Brielle noticed what I was doing and squeezed my shaft, nearly forcing me to ejaculate.

I staved off the need, my gaze still glued to her.

When her attempt to make me come didn’t work, she leaned forward and swallowed more of me.

Excited to see so much of myself inside her, my knot swelled even bigger, stretching the light brown skin taut.

Brielle gagged on the thickness, and a chuckle rumbled from me.

She quickly retaliated and bit down. Hard.

I jerked at the unexpected feel of her teeth on me. It hurt, but it was the most exhilarating pain I’d ever felt. She’d bitten me. Marked me.

The realization sent a thrill through me so powerful that I orgasmed, spilling my release with a guttural groan.

The stream jetted into her mouth, and she took it all.

The sight drove my instincts wild, and I came a second time into her mouth, my breaths ragged as I watched her lap me up like a good girl.

By the time she was finished, I could barely stand, my body blissfully buzzing. Her mouth released me with a wet pop, then she lifted my shaft and licked up the dorsal vein from base to tip, swirling her tongue over the slit before finally letting go.

“Mmm,” she hummed. When she licked her lips as if enjoying my taste, my cock twitched in satisfaction. “Wow. I have a big mouth, but that puppy was too big even for me.”

A laugh burst from me, and she looked up in surprise.

“You laughed.”

“Yes.” I smirked at her. “And you bit me.”

“Yes,” she said with an even bigger smirk, flashing those pretty dimples at me. “How else am I supposed to claim you?”

Another thrill shot through me, and I felt myself harden once more. “You want to claim me?”

She gave me a look, one filled with challenge. “Don’t you?”

Onyx howled, thrashing inside me with an excitement I equally shared.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe she was facing down the darkest part of me with a smile.

She was beyond brave. Fearless. Trusting me that I wouldn’t hurt her.

Even with the primal instincts raging through my body, she refused to cower or run.

She wanted this. Truly wanted this. And I could no longer deny her. Could no longer protect her from that dark part of me when she so clearly didn’t want me to.

“Yes,” I answered her, not bothering to hide the need in my voice. “More than anything, I want to claim you.”

At my confession, she audibly swallowed and rose to her feet. Our eyes held for a long moment, then she nodded and whispered, “Good. Then what do you need me to do next?”