Wolf Breeds - Jacob's Faith Part 13

"Please. Jacob, please." She hated the strangled plea that erupted from her throat. Despised her weakness and her body as she fought for release.

"Not yet, baby." His fingers moved again, sliding through the thick juices of her c.u.n.t until they were poised at the hungry entrance to her v.a.g.i.n.a.

Faith's vision blurred as she felt the insertion of two broad fingers into the snug channel. She felt her flesh part, stretching, felt the burning agony of an arousal so intense she could only cry out against it.

She pushed against his hand, thrusting against his fingers, desperate for a deeper, harder penetration. She needed more, and she needed it now. She could feel her juices building inside her, soaking his hand, dripping from the folds of ultra sensitive flesh as her body burned for more.

"Burn for me, Faith." His voice held a rough rumble, a command he was determined she would obey. "You don't have to control this, baby. Let it go."

She shook in his arms. She couldn't let go. She had humiliated herself enough. She would not willingly give up what little control she had over her own body. Then his fingers retreated, only to plunge shallowly, forcibly into the tight channel once again. The upper part of his hand pressed into her c.l.i.t, grinding against it with a gentle twist that destroyed her.

Faith knew it was her scream that shattered the night, her pleas as her body came apart in an ecstasy she had never known before. She bucked against the fingers, desperate for more, despite the climax rolling over her body in waves. She needed his c.o.c.k filling her, stretching her.

She gasped out roughly as he pushed her forward, his voice rough as he ordered her into position.

"Watch the mirror," he ordered her savagely. "Watch it, Faith. See the man who possesses you."

Her eyes rose, widened. She was wild, wanton, on her hands and knees before him, her b.u.t.tocks raised for him, leaving her open, inviting, beseeching him to possess her however he would.

Faith could feel her arousal like a beast, roaring inside her, transforming her, remaking her. She tempted him with her eyes, with slow undulations of her body, desperate for him to take her. She wanted to possess and be possessed. She wanted the heat and strength of his possession, his shaft pounding into her.

Jacob's hand was wrapped around his c.o.c.k, the unusual thickness of it appeared menacing and promising all at once. He moved forward then, bending to her, covering her as he lodged the head at the entrance to her c.u.n.t.

"Jacob. Now." She pressed back against him, fighting the sudden grip he had on her hips as his much wider, taller body came over her.

His lips feathered her shoulder.

"Are you still a virgin, Faith?" he growled. "Have you taken your own innocence with those d.a.m.ned vibrators or is the s.h.i.+eld still in place?"

"I didn't." Her breathing was strangled, her voice weak, desperate. "I didn't, Jacob. I swear."

She felt his teeth nip her neck, his head bending until his mouth covered the mark he had left so long ago. His sharp canines raked, scratched, then he bit her with enough force to wring a cry from her throat. At the same time, his c.o.c.k pushed inside the tight channel of her body, causing her to scream out at the combined pleasure/pain.

One muscular arm wrapped around her hips to hold her in place as his shaft began to invade her, pus.h.i.+ng through the tight muscles as they tensed, burned with the exquisite sensations that rioted through her body. He worked the broad length back and forth, his hips rocking against her as he tunneled further inside her.

She could feel the broad head parting her, easing her open for the thick shaft behind it. His c.o.c.k was fiery hot as he slid through the slick frothing cream that soaked her v.a.g.i.n.a. Working the broad shaft with shallow, gentle motions, he eased into the heated core of her. He thrust forward then retreated before returning with another slow, heated thrust until the proof of her innocence was met.

Faith cried out pleadingly. She bucked against him, trying to force the heavy c.o.c.k further inside her. She needed him, now. She wanted to feel him driving inside her, powerful and hot as her muscles clenched around him.

She felt him pause as he reached the s.h.i.+eld of her virginity. Her eyes rose to his in the mirror, seeing a savage satisfaction wash over his face.

"Mine," he snarled, then pushed forward with a hard thrust.

There was no pain. There was a flare of heat so blinding, so intense that Faith felt as though her heart would stop. It pulsed from her v.a.g.i.n.a, flowed through her body and seared her flesh. Her c.u.n.t was stretched, filled, so tight around his erection that she could feel the hard beat of his pulse in the thick shaft. His canines were locked on her neck, his tongue laving the wound and Faith felt herself enter a maelstrom she could have never envisioned.

As his teeth released her, heat seared her. Her body trembled, the blood rushed through her veins and her last vestige of control shattered with the incredible arousal that tore through her body. And Jacob didn't seem unaffected. He growled low and rough, and began a hard driving rhythm of thrust and retreat that had her screaming for more. His c.o.c.k pounded into her, huge, unbearably hot as her flesh tightened on it, spasming, trying to lock the heat and hardness into her body.

Sweat dripped from Jacob's brow, from her body as they fought for release now. His hips pistoned against her b.u.t.tocks, his c.o.c.k buried inside the slick, soaked flesh of her snug channel repeatedly, stroking the sensitive tissue, firing sensations that licked over her entire body. She tightened her v.a.g.i.n.a on him, heard his groan, felt a heated spurt, then another inside her, and he kept thrusting, driving her closer, harder. Until Faith felt her body dissolve. Her climax tore through her, ripped through her womb and cut a path of destruction through the rest of her body.

She lost her breath, could only gasp as she tightened in his arms. And then she felt more. Her eyes flew open in alarm as she heard Jacob curse. His c.o.c.k tunneled inside her, then thickened further, then further, until each time his hips jerked, the unusual thickness that seemed to have grown at the point where her channel was narrowest, only lodged him inside her tighter. His c.o.c.k was spurting repeatedly as he cried out her name, his body jerking against her, triggering flaring, multi-o.r.g.a.s.ms as the hard ball wedged inside her tighter, hotter than before.

Reality was only Jacob's flesh locked inside her. It was only the hard, deep pulses of release that ripped repeatedly through her body. The heat and hardness, the lash of pleasure/pain, until she could do no more than collapse beneath him, fighting for breath as he followed her, catching his weight on his arms as his hips jerked against her b.u.t.tocks, driving the steel hard knot that had grown in his c.o.c.k only deeper.

Time was a meaningless concept. She lay beneath him, shuddering each time he pulsed inside her, each time his hips jerked, his c.o.c.k tugging at her flesh.

"Jacob," she whispered his name repeatedly, the word so soft, so breathless she doubted he even heard her.

Finally, with a last shuddering groan, she felt him tug once more, his c.o.c.k popping free of her v.a.g.i.n.a as he leaned back from her. She expected him to fall beside her. Had thought he would hold her. She didn't expect him to jerk from her and stomp across the room. As she turned quickly in surprise, she saw only his sweat dampened back as the door slammed furiously on his retreat.

Chapter Nine.

Fury flared in Faith. It surged through her body. As hot as pa.s.sion, as destructive as a climax, it tore through her body as the last vibrations of the door slamming died down. Shock had held her motionless, silent, but the pain that ripped through her tore her from the frozen moorings of silent disbelief.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" she screamed as she came to her knees, her fists clenched, tears falling down her cheeks as she felt the slick moisture of her body, and his seed dampening her thighs.

Her body still hummed with her release, and he just walked away? He couldn't spare a hug or even a d.a.m.ned thank you? Something broke in her chest. A hollow center of hope that she had always held, always nurtured. Dark, vivid dreams of Jacob holding her, touching her in heat and gentleness, taking away the ache, the lonely core of misery that seemed to fill her. She felt it all shatter, and in its place a hard, cold core of fury replaced it.

She didn't know what had happened, didn't know how to deal with the desertion. He had just walked away. As though she were nothing, as though she meant that little to him. Once again, her own desperation, her sickening needs and love for him, had driven him away from her.

A sob broke from her throat as she jumped from the bed and strode quickly to the bathroom to clean the proof of her lack of control from her body. It wasn't the first time he had left her like this, she reminded herself, but d.a.m.n him to h.e.l.l, it would be the last time.

Her teeth clenched on her pain-filled, enraged screams. The sounds locked in her chest, the small whimpers no more than the hard rasp of her breathing as she fought for and maintained her control.

This was what she had waited six years for, she raged silently. This was what she had dreamed? She didn't think so. She would be d.a.m.ned if she would accept it.

She pulled her clothes on, her body vibrating with anger and a hopeless pain born of yet another rejection by Jacob. It would be her last, she promised herself. When she managed to get out of this d.a.m.ned place and return home, she would make certain Jacob never had a chance to hurt her again.

As she slipped past his room, she heard gla.s.s shatter, and a curse, dark and violent echo from it. She sneered. Poor baby was upset? Over what? She would like to shatter gla.s.s over his head.

She collected her jacket from the kitchen and rushed for the front door as she pulled her cell phone from the pocket. Jacob's SUV was still sitting there in the driveway, waiting on her, keys in the ignition. To h.e.l.l with him. She would be d.a.m.ned if she would walk back to town, or hike out of this dirty little hole. She would drive out in style and he could sit his a.s.s there until he found other transportation.

As she jumped into the driver's seat, she keyed in the number to Hawke's cell phone. She tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder as she started the vehicle, counting off each ring as she put the vehicle in gear and headed for the gates.

Remote. She reached over and flipped open the door to the glove box. Thankfully, she had paid attention to Jacob earlier when he keyed in the code. The gates swung open smoothly as a victorious snarl curled at the edge of her lips.

"What?" Hawke finally answered, his voice drowsy and cranky.

"Meet me in the parking lot of that d.a.m.ned bar," she bit out. "I'm not searching for you. If you aren't there, then I head home on my own."

"Faith?" Shock colored his voice. "What the h.e.l.l are you doing? Stay with Jacob."

"You heard me, Hawke," she bit out. "I'll be there soon, you have one hour to meet me and then I'm headed out of there. Do you understand me?"

She didn't give him time to answer before she disconnected the phone. She wiped at the wetness on her face, amazed at the tears that still fell from her eyes. Why was she crying? She should have known what to expect. She had known, she had just refused to face it. Jacob was the cla.s.sic lone wolf, he didn't need her. He never had. Her breath hitched, infuriating her. d.a.m.n him, he had made her cry. He had made her cry when all the long, desperately painful nights aching for him had never pushed her to that point.

She drove the SUV down the rough track that led back into town, there she found herself helplessly lost amid the back roads and narrow alleys she managed to enter. She cursed Jacob, Wolfe and the d.a.m.ned cell phone beeping its battery operated little brain out beside her.