T. Grey: Wicked Surrender

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself,” Vera asked and perched herself, and her bottle of wine, in the windowsill. She’d always wanted a window like this. It was big enough for her to curl up in and look outside. She once thought she’d be living here and using this very same window to read and gaze out at the night. Bitter memories. Old thoughts. She took another swig, this time straight from the bottle.

“I don’t have anything to say.” She lolled her heavy head to the side to look at him.

“Of course you do, we all do,” she said in a duh voice. She lifted the bottle, waved it towards him, and nearly spilled some.

Jacks shook his head at her and took a seat in a high-backed chair across the room. Vera pouted at the distance. She almost laughed at how out of place he looked. He looked so uncomfortable, and he glanced at the bedroom door as if wishing for an escape. How cute the human was.

“Tell me about your family.” She didn’t think it was possible, but his body stiffened even further.

“No,” he said curtly. O-kay.

“Tell me about how you met my brother.” He sighed and looked at her, then her bottle of half-empty wine and shook his head miserably.

“I joined the marines when I was 18. Couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. It was better at first then at home but not for long. I met Rome my second year in. I was in a hurry and already pissed off because I’d had a fight with my bunkmate earlier. We had a confrontation, and when it was done...well, you know the rest.”

Vera nibbled on her lip and stared at him with soft eyes. He stared off in the distance as if he was reliving that moment right now. He was so big for a human—and strong too. She wanted to curl up to him and let him pet her until she fell asleep. She wanted to ask him if he would, but a frown marred his hard face.

Vera gasped as a flash of pleasure surged through her. Oh, yes . The ache in her from before was flooding back in with obstinate force. Must be the wine, she thought. Her breasts ached heavily, needed to be squeezed to relieve the pain, and her core was growing wet. Her hand started to creep down her stomach to do just that, but she stopped just short.

“Rome.” Her whisper was so husky that she barely recognized it. His eyes snapped to hers and she watched as his eyes widened then narrowed on her. A predator. No, no, he’s only human.

He unwrapped his body from that chair, making the act look sexy as hell, and strode to her with his long-legged steps. He snatched the bottle of wine out of her hands, sniffed it with a grimace, then set it aside.

“I don’t know how your brothers ever tolerated you. You don’t even listen to the basic of advice.” Vera’s headed slid back to stare up at him. Her lips formed into a wide smile. She was trying to go for sexy, but was afraid she was coming off more as a loose, drunken slut. Hmm, maybe he was into loose-drunken sluts though.

“I’ve never been good at taking advice. It drives my brothers wild,” she whispered loudly. “Do me a favor and take me to bed.” He looked relieved and bent down to scoop her into her arms.

He was so strong, lifting her effortlessly. This close his scent and heat were irresistible. He set her on the bed, and when he went to pull away, she leaned forward and licked a hot path up his neck. He groaned, and she felt his neck spasm under her tongue.

Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his mouth down to hers. He hesitated the barest of moments before crashing his delectable human mouth against hers.

She moaned at his taste; it was heady, masculine, and sexy. She licked his tongue and sucked on its thick length like she wanted to his cock.

“Christ,” he muttered tearing his mouth away. “You’re drunk. I can’t do this, Vera.”

She made a mewling sound and grabbed him by the shirt. Didn’t he understand that her body was on fire for him? She hadn’t had a man in so very long.

“I’m not drunk, just relaxed,” she argued. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt and pulled him back down to her. He came but with a glower. She had a feeling that even with her lykaen strength, she couldn’t force him to do what she wanted.

“Baby, you drank at least half a bottle of wine in under an hour. You’re completely foxed.” Vera wiggled her hips, trying to get his attention where she needed him. When that didn’t work, tried maneuvering herself under his chest.

“I’m not nearly as drunk as you think I am. Okay maybe I am drunk but I’m fully aware of what I’m doing and what I want. Look at me and see the truth.” He looked away and she could tell that he was probably counting to ten before he looked back down at her. He studied her as if one would assess a painting or scrutinize cells under a microscope.

“Kiss me.” He was shaking his head, but he let her pull him back down to her.

“Baby, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Since when had he started calling her baby? She liked the sound of it—no, she loved it.

“No, it’s a wonderful idea,” she said then she kissed him. This time they both moaned as their lips met. She held back none of her need but gave him every burning bite of pleasure in that kiss.

His hands curled into her hair and tilted her head further into the kiss. The man consumed her; kissed as if he would die if he didn’t kiss her now. She had no choice but to hold on to him for the ride.

His heat was intoxicating and soon she needed more. She tore her mouth away to press kisses along that sexy stubble he had and down his thick neck.

“Christ woman,” he growled. Vera almost cried out at his voice. Her pussy was wet and needy, and it wanted him. She laid back and shimmied out of her shirt, baring her freed breasts to him. His eyes darkened, and then he was touching her. Mouth to nipple, tongue to breast, his hands covered them, molded them, and shaped them to his liking. Vera clawed at his back, wracking his shirt up so she could feel the hot heat of his skin beneath her fingers. So good.

His hand tightened in her hair and pulled her neck to the side, opening her to him. The gesture was so dominating--so wonderful--that it brought her back to reality.

“Jacks,” she breathed, then wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him all the way onto the bed. She quickly rolled on top of him and started pushing his shirt up. Too many clothes. Needed skin.

“Help me,” she growled when he only stared at her bobbing breasts above him. He shook his head as if to clear it then took his shirt off. He licked his lips and settled his hands softly over her breasts, tracing lines down to her belly button then back up.

“Oh, God,” she moaned and arched into his touch. His touch grew bolder, stronger, cupping her breasts and pulling her nipples.

She wiggled her hips and fit herself against his cock. Her head fell back and she gasped as the hard, hot press of him against her sex.

That’s it; she was gone.

She scooted down to sit on his massive, powerful thighs and deftly unbuttoned and zipped his black cargo pants. She had them down to his knees before he started to protest.

Vera moaned as his cock popped free; it was hard and thick, it’s tip leaking white semen and pointing at a hard curve. Vera’s beast surfaced, consumed her, and she knew in that moment that her eyes glowed amber. With only one thought in her mind, she tore her clothes from her body and threw them across the room. The fire burned hard inside her, driving her.

She climbed up his big body, running her hands up his chest. He was perfect. Hard, flat stomach with a dusting of dark hair that started at his stomach and stopped at his chest.

Moaning she climbed over his cock and pressed him to her center.