T. Grey: Wicked Surrender

She couldn’t catch her breath and her stupid heart was panicking in her chest.

What had she done?

Elation turned to excitement and buzzed in her veins like a drug, but regret and doubt clouded her mind with worry, making her climb her way over fallen trees and rocks with steely determination.

A hand touched her shoulder and she screeched, spinning around with her hands held out. She blinked then cocked her head to the side. God, how had she forgotten he was here? This was so not what she needed. That last thing she wanted to think about was the newest complication in her life.

She squared off to face him. “What are you doing here?” Jacks narrowed his gaze on her.

“I’m here to protect you.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, throwing out her arms and spinning in an unsteady circle. “I really need your protection all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. Why don’t you do me a favor and meet me back at the house, okay?” There, she could be calm and reasonable.

“I can’t do that.” Vera didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry, but when she stopped spinning and faced him she realized he was much closer to her than before. Or maybe her mind was just out of it. God dammit, she really didn’t need this now. So she did the only thing she could do and plastered on her trademark cocky smile.

“Yes, you can do that. See it’s not very difficult. You just turn around and start walking.” She mimicked the motion with her two fingers. “See? Easy.”

Too late, she realized she’d said the wrong thing. His body seemed to grow bigger, stronger as he came towards her. Blue eyes darkened to the color of midnight and never left hers.

She could have backed up, but dammit, her legs were traitorous bastards and stayed frozen in place. She let him brush against her, wrap his arms around her, and when his mouth captured hers, the worry in her left like a fleeting wind. Leaving only a different kind of exhilaration. He lifted his lips and whispered her name—a haunted, husky ache of sound.

Thoughts fled her mind except one.

Jacks, Jacks.

She grabbed on to his shoulders and vaulted her legs around his hips, grinding her swelling sex against the hard cock that awaited her beneath his jeans.

Movement processed somewhere in her mind and she realized he was walking, and then hard bark was pressing into her back. She sunk her hand into his short, spiky hair and kissed him to keep from moaning. God, he tasted so good. Her tongue licked his, passed over his teeth and inner cheek, she couldn’t get enough of him. And when he groaned and squeezed her breast through her shirt, she knew he was just as gone as she was.

“I need you,” he growled, pushing her shirt up past her bra so he could see her breasts. His breaths deepened as he took in her heavy breasts, and he didn’t hesitate to pull them out of her bra cups. A part of her couldn’t help but like the way he took charge. He touched her possessively, like a man sampling goods before buying; his touch was rough and just a little bit hard as he plumped and massaged her breasts.

He didn’t need to touch her anymore. Her body was more than ready. His head bent down to take in a hard nipple and she gasped, her hands latching on to his back to hold on as pleasure shot through her.

“Jacks,” she whispered roughly. How had she never felt anything like this? She wanted to curl around him on the earthen floor and be taken by him in every way imaginable. She had to be careful. It would be so easy to lose herself in him, forget about all those reasons she needed to be in control. This was just like before but with some key difference she couldn’t wrap her foggy mind around.

Control. Had to stay in control. The unbearable pain of losing it wasn’t something she could afford to try twice.

Vera grabbed Jacks hair, pulled until he growled at her and pulled away from her breast. He reminded her of a beast snapping at her because she took away his toy.

Dropping her legs back to the ground, she used her lykaen strength to shove him hard. He still only moved back a foot, when he should have gone several, but she used the advantage she had and tripped his ankle so he went sprawling back to the earth.

She climbed up his body, her eyes ravishing his hard, muscular body. His thighs were like solid tree trunks that she wanted to kiss and worship with her fingertips and tongue. She laid down over him, rested her cheek against the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Jesus Christ, Vera. Get the fuck up here now. If you don’t want your panties ripped off, you better take them off now.” Moaning, she ignored him and continued to rub her cheek back and forth across his zipper. She licked the denim, her hips undulating in a subtle plea. “You better take my cock out and do something about it before I take over, baby.”

Vera heard the threat in his voice and smiled. She felt like a cat in heat--as if she was in her breeding cycle and craved only one thing. Only usually it didn’t matter who gave her what she needed so long as she got it. But this was different. It was only this man, this human man that she wanted.

She reached to unbutton his pants, her fingers tracing the edge of his low-slung jeans, dipping inside to feel the blazing heat of his skin.

“Fuck,” he growled, and then his hands were there, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock.

Vera moaned and couldn’t stop her tongue from flicking out and tasting the side of his cock. She moaned again at his heady, masculine taste. His cock was so soft but hard underneath. The head was a dark shade of red and weeping at the tip.

“Vera,” he warned, his hand fisting in her hair. Vera knew what he wanted, what she wanted to give him, but couldn’t resist teasing him even as her pussy throbbed and creamed.

Using only her tongue, she traced the sides of his cock, ignoring the tip that so desperately wanted her. Finally, after it was all wet, she used her lips and tongue to kiss the long, hard length. The hand in her hair started to shake. When she looked up, she saw his chest working hard, his lips pulled back into a pained grimace, and a dark warning in his eyes.

That was all the warning she had before his hand tightened in her hair and he thrust his cock past her lips and into her mouth. She watched as his eyes rolled back and his head fell heavily down to the ground. After he got into her mouth, he couldn’t stop. His hips pumped his cock between her plump lips, against her wet tongue, with only one thought in mind--pleasure.

Vera moaned and tightened her hands on his hard hips and knew she’d leave fingernail marks there. But then she pushed him down hard and pulled her mouth away. This was about control, her control. How did he manage to keep turning this on her?

She flicked her tongue over the tip of him then started climbing up his body. He watched her like a hurt animal. She had no idea what he was thinking, but she sensed he was on the edge. And she desperately wanted to push him over.

She leaned down over his flushed face and pressed a soft kiss to his hard mouth. When he didn’t kiss her back, she repeated the process again and again. Finally, on the third kiss, he snapped.

With a maddening shout, he grabbed her and flipped her over. It became a fight. She struggled against him, fighting him limb for limb as he turned her onto her stomach then spread her knees wide.

“No, dammit!”

“I’ve had enough of your games,” came his dark threat.

But she fought against the hands pushing her chest into the ground, her hips back and up. She would not be taken like a dog. She would not lose this fight. Snarling, she kicked her legs at him, but he tightened his grip and brought his hips flush to her ass.

She couldn’t catch her breath or think quickly enough as he grabbed her hands in one of his and held them to the ground in front of her. His other hand was pushing up her skirt to her waist. Cool air breezed over her ass and she growled, the sound filled with her beast. She tried to pull her hands away, he would not take her like this, but somehow he was stronger. Impossible!