Page 43 of New Blood (Werewolf Alliance #1)

W ith his hand on Danielle’s lower back, Jude walked upstairs, leading her to the master suite. They entered, and he closed the door behind them and locked it. He didn’t want any interruptions.

“Did your car ever give you any trouble?” he asked.

“Not really. It’s old, but it runs well enough.”

“And the brakes? Did they feel non-responsive before today?”

She shook her head. “I had the brake pads replaced only a year ago. I guess I should have had the whole mechanism replaced, but it hardly felt worth it to spend that much money on an old car like that.”

Jude contemplated her words. The brakes just failing from one day to another didn’t make sense.

Danielle would have felt that she had to hit the brakes harder in the past few weeks if it was attributed to wear and tear.

He had to look into it, but he didn’t want to worry her that this accident might not have been an accident at all.

Once Austin and the others had pulled the car from the pond, he’d have Heath and one of his own guys look at the brakes and investigate why they failed.

“I’ll buy you a new car,” he promised with a smile.

“You don’t have to. I can just borrow one of the other cars when I—”

He put a finger over her lips. “I want to. Now, how about that shower? You’re shivering.”

As a werewolf, she wasn’t as susceptible to extreme temperatures as humans; therefore, he guessed that the shivering was a fear reaction. He wanted to rid her of all reminders of what had happened.

In the bathroom, they both shed their clothes quickly. Jude reached into the shower and switched on the water, then adjusted it to a comfortable temperature.

He stepped into the spray of the water, and Danielle joined him as they rinsed the dirty pond water off their bodies.

He felt warmth return to his limbs and reached for the soap.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured and began to lather her with soap, gently massaging her body.

He felt her relax under his touch and turned her in his arms, so she could lean against his chest. As he continued lathering her breasts, he felt her nipples harden.

Her body was responding to him, just like his own body was responding to her.

He felt his cock fill with blood and his balls tighten.

He kneaded her breasts and noticed how they seemed to overflow in his palms as if they’d grown heavier since the previous night.

She moaned softly, her breaths attesting to the pleasure his tender touch elicited.

He squeezed them harder now, pressing them together to a beautiful cleavage, before he released one of them and slid his hand south.

When his fingers grazed the curly hair guarding her sex, she pressed her ass to his groin, trapping his cock between their bodies.

“Fuck!” he hissed at the intense pleasure, but didn’t stop her. Instead, he imprisoned her pussy with his hand while rubbing his cock against her ass.

“I need you,” she murmured, her voice hoarse.

“You’ve got me.”

He shifted under the spray of the shower, making sure to rinse all the soap from their bodies before he directed her to face the tile wall, while he remained behind her.

Without having to tell her what he wanted, she braced her hands on the wall and offered herself to him.

His hard-on was close to a bursting point, so he didn’t waste time and gripped Danielle’s hip with one hand, then guided his cock to her entrance and thrust into her welcoming sheath.

Her interior muscles were drenched in her juices and squeezing him tightly as if she would never let him go.

Gripping both her hips now, he held her motionless, then withdrew all but for the last inch.

“Damn, Danielle, you drive me insane with lust. I can’t get enough of you.”

She reached back with one hand, placing it on his hip.

“Then fuck me hard. Please! I need this. I need you.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. His mate wanted him, and he would never deny her anything.

He plunged back into her, harder and faster this time.

“Like that?” he gritted from between clenched teeth, trying to hold onto his control so he could give her the pleasure she deserved.

“Yes, like that. With your rock-hard cock.”

Her words ignited something in him: a wildness that he rarely unleashed.

“Yes, fuck me with your beautiful cock,” she continued, now almost chanting.

It appeared his sexy mate loved talking dirty. He welcomed it. Fuck, it got him hornier than hell.

“Yeah, you want your pussy fucked by a cock like mine, huh?” he challenged, thrusting harder and faster. “Does that make you horny?”

“Yes, so damn horny. Oh, Jude!”

He let go of one of her hips and slid his hand to one breast.

“And your tits. Do you love it when I touch them?”

“Yes! Please, more.”

“More what?”

“Touch my tits,” she answered after a second’s hesitation.

“Good girl.” He squeezed her breast in his palm, then pinched her nipple.

A cry burst from her throat. It was music to his ears.

“Oh, you like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you?”

She moaned instead of answering. He released her other hip and gripped her left breast, giving it the same treatment as the right.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he let out between moans. “You have no idea how hot you make me.”

And how close to an earthshattering orgasm she was driving him. But he needed her to join him in his climax. Releasing one breast, he slid his hand down to her pussy. He found her clitoris and began caressing it in concert with his thrusts.

“Now be a good girl, and come for your big bad wolf,” he coaxed her, his mouth at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

She moaned. “Then be a big bad wolf,” she offered. “Show me you’re my master.”

Unable to resist the offer, he willed his fangs to descend.

Werewolves didn’t always bite their lovers after the initial mating, but he knew it heightened the arousal of both partners.

And right now, he knew Danielle needed it, and he did too.

Opening his mouth wider, he set his teeth to her neck and punctured her skin with his sharp canines.

Before he even tasted her blood, Danielle shuddered in his arms, her pussy spasming around his cock, squeezing him so tightly that he lost all control.

His semen exploded from the tip of his cock and filled her warm channel.

He didn’t stop moving, but continued to thrust in and out of her, the movement now smoother due to the added lubrication.

One hand on her clit, one on her breast, his teeth lodged in her neck, he bathed in the intimate pleasure they shared.

Again and again, her pussy squeezed him as more waves of her orgasm crested, in turn reigniting his own climax, milking the last drop of semen from his still hard cock.

Slowly, he stilled his movements and released her neck. To stem the blood flow, he licked over the small puncture wounds, coating them with his saliva so they would heal in record time—an hour at most.

“That was amazing,” she whispered on a breath.

“ You … were amazing,” he corrected her. “You get me so hot, so fast… Baby, you rob me of the ability to think of anything else but to make love to you.”

“You do the same to me,” she replied, turning her face to him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned, “or I’ll get hard again, and then you’ll never get out of this shower.”

She smirked mischievously. “Later then?”

He brought his lips to her. “Oh, definitely later.” He kissed her.

“Let me wash you,” he offered.

She laughed and shook her head. “We both know where that leads.”

He grinned. “My bad.”

She reached for the soap, and while she lathered herself, he did the same.

When he was done, he stepped out of the shower to dry himself. Danielle turned off the water and stepped out onto the bathmat.

“Oh, I just realized,” she said. “I don’t have any dry clothes here.”

“I’ll get some from your room.” He finished drying himself. “Or rather, what’s gonna be Mason’s room now. Why don’t you take it easy today? You can ask Mason to help you with bringing your clothes and personal stuff in here. Take as much of the closet as you want.”

Because now that everybody in the house knew that they were mated, it was time that she moved into the master suite.

Funny, he’d always thought that sharing a home, a bedroom, and a bed with a woman would make him feel claustrophobic, but the contrary was true.

Knowing that her clothes would hang next to his in the same closet, her toothbrush next to his on the sink, filled him with happiness.