SavingAttractions (9 page)

“No, if your nose was plugged and you couldn’t smell a
thing, you’d still want me. It’s the mating connection. It simply wouldn’t be
as intense or as fast.” He slipped his hand beneath the back hem of her shirt
and let his hand stroke her soft skin.

“So you say.” She lifted her chin.

“Do you feel as drawn to the other Zarain men? They have
pheromones as well.” He waited for her to answer that, although just the
thought of her being with any other male made a growl build in his throat.

Her eyes rounded and she swallowed hard. “No.”

The word sent a burst of satisfaction through him. He hadn’t
known if she’d admit that. She wanted so badly to deny what was between them.

“My mate.” He leaned down and nuzzled the spot where her
neck and shoulder met.

She shook her head, but her hands stroked down his chest to
his stomach. The feel of her warm palm running over his abdomen sent a streak
of hunger straight to his cock.

“What do you want, Ada?” Jagger tried not to pull her
closer, but his hand continued stroking her back. He’d have loved to make the
touch more intimate, but he didn’t want her to say he’d coerced her with sex.
Not when she was so close to making the decision on her own. Then he’d show her
that she belonged with him.

“I don’t like you.” One of her hands clenched on his shirt,
but the other smoothed over skin just above his pants.

He grinned at that blatant lie. She more than liked him. He
could feel the intensity of her emotions but couldn’t read her thoughts. Not
that he’d ever be able to truly do that. He’d be able to pick up focused
thoughts when she learned to send to him or the very strong thoughts when she
was agitated.

She didn’t like that everything wasn’t her choice. He’d had
a few thoughts about that of his own and he’d expected to automatically be
drawn to his mate. For someone who hadn’t expected it, it would take time to
get accustomed to the idea even if they could feel the attraction.

“Tell me what you need.” He let her other hand go and cupped
her cheek. Her muscles had relaxed and most of the scent of anger had
dissipated. Through their connection, he could feel a little frustration,
confusion and anger, but more arousal.

“You know I want you. You said you could smell it.” Her eyes
narrowed on him.

And her scent was driving him insane with the desire to fuck
her, take her and make sure she realized that she was his woman. He was going
to make her face facts now. He stepped close to her and hooking a foot behind
her ankle, took them both down to the blanket.

“I can and I’m going to taste it as well. You’re going to
admit you’re my mate, Ada, over and over again.” He braced himself over her and
looked down at her.

Her curly red hair fanned around her head on the blanket. A
pink tint highlighted her cheekbones and her brown eyes seemed to glow. She was
gorgeous. He lowered his head and nipped at her full lips. He wanted to strip
off her clothes and drive his cock deep into her pussy, but he needed to hear
those words even more.

As he moved down her body, he realized he should have
stripped her clothes off before he took her to the blanket. Too late for that
now. He backed away, just enough so that he could tug her into a sitting
position. She frowned at him, confused. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, he
pulled it up without a word. She lifted her arms to let him draw the shirt over
her head. He dropped it to the ground and pressed her back to the blanket.

“My woman. My mate.” He nibbled his way down her neck. The
lure of the reddened nipples drew him.

He’d get her out of her pants and shoes a little later.
First, he wanted to give some attention to those hardened peaks. Her hands
stroked his shoulders. He lifted his head. He wasn’t going to let her distract
him. He gripped her hands and pressed them down beside her hips.

“Keep them there.” He gave a slight squeeze on her wrists
before he released them.

He returned his attention to the plump mounds with the
darkened peaks. He licked his way up the creamy white skin. Her breath hitched
as he swirled his tongue around the stiff peaks. The taste of her skin lured
him back just as the deepening scent of her arousal urged him to do more.

He rubbed his lips over the peaks, lightly brushing them,
not taking them in his mouth as he wanted. As he knew she wished he’d do. Her
back arched, lifting her nipples against his mouth in silent urging.

He swiped his tongue over the right bud. She moaned. He smiled.
He loved her reactions. Blowing a puff of air over the moistened peak, he set
out to make her even wilder than she was now. He wanted her desperate. After
what happened yesterday and her insistence that she couldn’t be his mate, he
was aching to claim her.

“Jagger, damn you, suck my breast or stop playing around!”
Her voice cracked as he trailed his tongue over the peak again.

He looked up at her and found her glaring down at him.
Judging by that searing glance and the scent of her arousal, she was heating
nicely. He was pleased that her hands hadn’t lifted from the blanket. “In
time.”

He returned to his ministrations at her breast. Dragging his
tongue over the stiff peak, he tormented her nipple. She moaned and arched, but
her hands remained clenched on the blanket. Her body shivered when he finally
put his mouth over her hardened nub. He drew on it hard before scraping his
teeth over it and drawing back. He moved to the other side and treated it to
the same slow torment.

She was trembling when he began to move down her body. As he
did, he gripped the waistband of her pants and began to pull them down. He
wanted to see and taste her sweet pussy and this was in the way. In any other
circumstances, he would have ripped the garment off her, but she didn’t have
anything else to wear back to camp.

“Jagger.” Her hips lifted and her thighs parted.

The inviting move sent more blood racing straight to his
cock but didn’t help him get the last of her clothes off. He tugged off her
shoes and tossed them over his shoulder. After he pulled her pants and
underwear off, he stared down at her curvy, long legs. They parted, giving him
a glimpse of her pussy. The lips glistened with her juices.

He moved up between them and swiped his tongue over the
plump folds. Her hips wriggled. He gripped her hip with one hand as ran his
tongue between the folds. Her taste and her scent flooded his senses and he
wanted more. He wanted to feel her climax beneath his tongue and then to
experience the ripple of her pussy over his cock as he fucked her. Mates. He
had to remind himself that he needed to hear her say the words. She’d believe
it and know that she was his.

Balancing himself on his elbow, he parted her folds and ran
his tongue from her entrance up over clit. He focused on her clit, wanting to
make her wild and to lap up all that sweet cream she was creating. His hand
gripped her hip, holding her still. He couldn’t stop her hips from moving
completely. He was determined to get those words from her before she came this
time.

One of her hands cradled the back of his head. He let it
remain there. Earlier, he hadn’t wanted her to tear away his control with a few
quick strokes on his cock. Her hands felt too good. As long as she could only
reach his head and shoulders, he’d enjoy it.

Her hips tilted up as he drew his teeth over her clit. Her
moan sounded a little ragged, but he wanted more than that. He kept his
attention on her responses. Each sound went straight to his cock. He wanted to
drive deep and feel the ripple of her inner muscles on his cock before he drove
them both to a screaming climax. He sucked at her clit. Her fingers tightened
in his hair, trying to press his head tighter to her pussy. Hearing her
enjoyment urged him on. He kept the pressure just as he wanted it. He wasn’t
going to let her take her pleasure yet.

He put one of her legs over his shoulder and released his
grip on her hips. He wanted to be able to feel the small tremors inside her
pussy. Her hips lifted against his tongue. She was close. He didn’t want to push
her over. Pulling those words from her was going to be a torment for him. He’d
get the admission though.

He stroked his fingers into her pussy and left them there.
Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers. He pumped his fingers into her
cunt a few times. She gasped and he felt her muscles tense as she lifted
against his hand. He stopped, lifting his head and pulling his fingers from her
tight channel.

“Jagger, please!” Her fingers tugged at his hair, trying to
pull his head back down to her pussy.

He glanced down at the slick lips of her pussy and the pink
flesh between the folds before looking up at her and licking his lips.

“Tell me you’re my mate.” He drew the pad of his thumb over
the swollen folds, being careful not to brush her clit.

She shook her head. “Jagger, fuck me.”

His eyes narrowed as he took in that blatant challenge. He
leaned down and blew a breath over her pussy. He didn’t want to overstimulate
her and send her into an orgasm yet. She shivered and her hips arched. He drew
his fingers down to her entrance and traced the opening. He teased her with a
little pressure, but when she began to lift into it, trying to push his fingers
deeper, he drew back.

“I want you.” Her voice trembled and her hips rocked upward
in blatant need.

That tremor nearly pulled away all of his control. He wanted
to give her what she needed. He took a deep breath to regain control, but it
didn’t help. The enticing scent of her arousal increased, only making it harder
to resist her urging. He let his thumb just graze her clit.

“Tell me you’re my mate and I’ll give you what you need and
more.” He looked up at her.

Her hips arched up and she groaned. “Jagger!”

“Tell me or I’ll keep you just like this. Aching and needy
for the pleasure you know you want.” He didn’t give in to her pleading. “As
long as it takes.”

“You’re my mate.” The words came out fast.

He wasn’t sure if she even knew what she’d said, but it
didn’t matter. The words had a power of their own and she would remember it. He
lowered his head and stroked his tongue over her clit as he pushed two fingers
deep into her pussy. Her inner muscles clamped around his fingers, pulling at
them.

He sucked at her clit and flicked his tongue over the
sensitive flesh. When she stiffened, he lifted his head and watched the pleasure
take her. Her head tilted back and her body bowed forward. Her thighs tightened
as she cried out. Her body trembled. He waited until she’d quieted and lifted
her head a little. Her pleasure-glazed gaze rested on him.

“You’re mine and I’m not going to let you deny what we are
to each other.” He held her gaze for a moment longer before lowering his head
once again to her sweet cunt.

He licked and sucked at her clit as he fucked his fingers
into her pussy. Her moans and the rocking of her hips urged him on. His own
need drove him to make her ready, because he wanted to feel her cunt gripping
him as he thrust deep. Her fingers clenched in his hair tugging. His mouth
moved down to taste the juices spilling from her.

When she was shivering and near her peak, he drew back. He
roughly jerked at the seal on his pants. It parted. At the moment, he didn’t
care if it tore. His cock pushed out of the parting material. He thrust his
pants down, quickly pulled them off and then moved up her body. His cock
brushed against her wet folds. Her legs lifted, circling his hips and urging
him closer.

Taking a deep breath to try to maintain a little control, he
guided his cock to her cunt. He slowly pushed into her channel even though he
wanted to drive deep and fast. Her inner muscles rippled over his cock and she
lifted against him. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to make a
better showing than thrusting deep and losing all control. She was not making
it easy for him. Finally, he was fully inside her pussy. His body pressed
against hers from chest to groin. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest.

“Move, Jagger.” Her nails dug into his lower back.

He kissed her. His tongue thrust deep, claiming her mouth
just as surely as he filled her pussy. She met his aggressive demand with one
of her own. Her tongue brushed and her teeth nipped and scraped. Her wildness
only incited his own.

He drew back and rocked into her, the need for his release
increasing. The move tore his lips from hers. His patience and control were
almost gone, but he tried to hold on a little longer. He wanted to savor the
sight of her wild for him. Her hips bucked up against his and her nails scored
his back and side. That ripped away the last of his restraint. He thrust deep
and hard into her.

The feel of her hips lifting to meet his and the sound of
his name on her lips thrilled him. His eyes locked on her face. Her breath
caught and her eyes widened as her climax hit. He felt the inner muscles
clenching and pulling at him even as her body trembled with the force of the
pleasure. He continued to drive his hips against hers. His balls tightened
along with his muscles. His head lowered to the curve of her neck and shoulder.
Plunging his cock deep into her pussy, he came on a long groan. The sound
rumbled against her skin.

Her inner muscles clamped on him again. She shook as the
re’kai
sent her reeling over the edge into pleasure. Her low moan was music to him.

That had felt so good, but he knew that it wouldn’t solve
all the problems between them. Even though the attraction sizzled and grew, she
refused to acknowledge the connection between them. She felt the intensity but
denied what it meant.

He unhooked her legs from around his waist and then rolled
to his back, taking her with him. In spite of the change in position, he didn’t
withdraw from her, but kept her hips pressed tight to his, wanting to enjoy
their closeness and privacy while they had it. She rested against his chest
before pushing herself into a sitting position. He drew in a breath as the
clench of her inner muscles began to stir an interest in him. His hands went to
her hips and held her still. There were still a few matters they needed to talk
about.

“You’re a ruthless bastard, Jagger.” She glared down at him.

It took him a moment to realize she was talking about the
words he’d made her say. He held back a smile. It wouldn’t help his cause. He
didn’t regret it in the least.

“I’m not going to let you hide from the truth. We’re mated.
It’s not going to change and you will be staying with me. There’s more that
we’ll need to talk about.” He let his eyes drift down to her breasts. He wanted
to take one of those hard red nipples into his mouth and suck until she was
clawing at his back and begging for more. Resolutely, he lifted his gaze back
to her eyes.