The Beast in Him

CHAPTER 12

Smitty dropped her on his bed, reaching down to help her off with the rest of her clothes. He shucked his just as quickly and stretched out on the bed next to her.

Resting on his side, Smitty propped his head up with one hand while dragging the other slowly down her body. Amazed at how soft her skin felt. She must bathe in lotion, he thought before gently taking her shoulder and turning her onto her stomach. His hand skimmed down her back, resting on her ass while he slowly kissed his way down her spine. Now he had some control. Now he’d keep it.

“I want you to stay tonight,” he stated between lazy kisses.

“No,” she replied firmly, her head resting on her folded arms. “But I’ll stay for a while.”

Smitty palmed her ass, turned his hand, and slowly thrust two fingers inside her. She groaned and rocked back against his hand. Wrapping her arms around the pillow, she buried her face and moaned his name.

It annoyed him more than was reasonable that she seemed so ready to walk out his door when they were done. He really should be grateful. Getting involved with Jessie Ann was just a quicker way to break her heart. He eventually would too. Jessie had “forever with pups” written all over her. She needed someone nice and sweet and completely nonthreatening to her or her Pack. He needed someone who could handle being around the females of the Smith Pack. No way would he spend the next forty years searching for Jessie under bleachers.

Still... she’d leave when he was ready for her to leave and not a damn minute before.

Smitty continued kissing her back, his hand busy between her thighs. Turning his fingers inside her, he found a spot that had her gasping and biting the pillow.

“You’re beautiful, Jessie Ann,” he sighed while rubbing that same spot, over and over until he heard a small sob break from her. “Always have been.”

Jess turned her face away as if she couldn’t handle his words while her body writhed on his bed.

He kept up the pressure with his hand, while leaving a trail of hickeys down her spine. She abruptly lost her breath and then tensed, her entire body pushing back. She came hard, her head thrown back and her hips pushing against his hand.

By the time she crash-landed on the bed, her entire body still shaking from release, Smitty had a condom on and raised to his knees behind her. Grabbing her hips, he lifted them up and slammed his cock inside her.

Startled and more than ready, Jessie raised herself up on her hands and let out a throaty laugh that drove him completely insane. Back to being out of control, Smitty pounded into her relentlessly, barely aware she pushed back on each brutal thrust. Hell, barely aware of his own damn name. So out of it, he didn’t realize he had his fangs out and almost buried in the flesh of her shoulder—marking her as his until the end of time—until Jessie let out a desperate sob, her entire body unraveling under him.

That’s when he pulled back, somehow getting control of the wolf inside him. Barely.

Desperate and, to be quite blunt, a little terrified, Smitty pushed Jessie forward, reaching around her and taking firm hold of her breasts with his hands. Then he fucked her hard and long and almost angry, until Jessie screamed into the pillow she’d buried her head in. Screamed and shook and came like crazy. That’s when he finally let go, coming so hard it hurt.

Smitty dropped on top of her, trapping her under him. It wasn’t until her arms sort of reached out and flailed wildly that he realized he might be suffocating her.

With a groan, he rolled off her, and Jessie’s head popped up as she gasped for air.

Now, thoroughly exhausted and still, to continue being blunt, terrified, Smitty grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down next to him.

“Okay,” she finally stated after they got their breath back. “So I really enjoyed that kiss. Just get over yourself.”

Smitty chuckled and buried his face into the back of her neck. “That’s real big of ya, Jessie Ann.”

“I do try and bring joy wherever I go, however I can.”

Yup—and that’s what terrified him. For the first time in his life, he’d actually found joy in a woman’s arms. Can’t say as he liked it much, and he had no intention of losing control like that again.

Of course, he also thought as he drifted to sleep with Jessie in his arms, that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun while it lasted. Nice, controlled, hot sex fun.

Yeah, that would work.

Jess opened her eyes, quickly realizing it was late evening. She must have slept hours.

Time to go.

Seriously. She had a crapload of work waiting for her, and although this had been a blast, she needed to get back to the office. Yet, she had every intention of doing this again. Hell, she’d do this again and again until a nice wild dog came along who could sweep her off her feet. But until then, sex with Bobby Ray Smith definitely had a place in her busy universe.

When she could fit him into her schedule, of course.

On his stomach, face buried in his pillow and snoring, Smitty seemed perfectly out of it. Jess eased toward the edge of the bed. Smitty’s arm rested around her waist, but it would take nothing to slip out from under it and out of his apartment.

She kept thinking that, too, as she tried to get that arm off her. Jess finally dragged herself across the bed, Smitty still attached to her even as they both tumbled onto the floor.

“Where are you going?” he finally asked, his grip tightening around her waist, if that were possible.

“Home,” she lied. She had a feeling he’d be upset if she went back to the office. Although she had no idea why she should care if he was.

“Stay.” He yawned and rested his head on her back. “Stay the night.”

A strange panic swept through her. Stay? The night? No. Bad idea. She needed to maintain as much distance as possible when they weren’t having sex. Thousands of miles would be good.

“Can’t. Gotta go.” She again tried to drag herself away from him using her arms, but he held on, eventually yanking her back right by his side. Jess fell flat to the floor seconds before Smitty flipped her over.

She looked into that beautiful face with his brown hair a sexy mess falling into his eyes and that slow, wicked smile, and all she wanted to do was run.

He stared at her for a long moment, those dangerous wolf eyes trapping her.

“I bet I can make you stay,” he finally murmured.

Yeah, he probably could.

“Smitty, no. Bad dog!”

Now he laughed, pulling her body toward him, pinning her legs down with his torso. She slapped her hands against his shoulders and pushed, but Smitty only stared at her breasts and sighed before leaning down to gently grip one of her nipples between his lips.

Desperate now, Jess pushed harder against his shoulders. She was running out of fight here. Fast. But her body arched into him as his mouth sucked on one nipple and his fingers teased the other.

She could feel herself losing the fight. Losing to her weakness.

Then he moved lower, and Jess again tried to struggle out of his grasp. Her last and only hope. But Smitty only gripped her thighs tight, keeping her in place. He gave her that lazy, wicked smile again before he slowly kissed his way to her pussy.

No! Not this! Anything but this. She’d been hearing about the man’s skills in this area since before she could fully understand what the hell the girls were talking about. There were some men in the world who loved nothing more than to give a girl head. They’d feast on a pussy for days if you let them.

According to Smithtown lore, Bobby Ray Smith was one of those men.

She didn’t even try to keep up the fight anymore. Not once his tongue speared between her lips, stroking against all that wetness he’d already created. He licked, he sucked, he nibbled. He drove her insane.

So lost, Jess could do nothing but ride his mouth while her hand reached out to grip the legs of the bed and the bedside table. The only way to hold her steady as the man took her right to the edge... right... there.

“So you’ll stay?”

Jess’s head snapped up. “What?”

“Stay?” he asked, apparently in no rush to get back to what he’d been doing. “Tonight? All night?”

She shouldn’t. Really. So much to do, so much riding on her shoulders. But one look into those eyes and she was lost. In what universe did she actually think she could handle Smitty when it came to sex? Delusional. She’d become delusional.

Unfortunately, though, it was too late now. Too late for anything.

“Yes,” she groaned out, her hand releasing the table and reaching down to grip his head, pushing him back to the job he was doing so very well. “Yes, I’ll stay. Oh God! Yes!”

It was after midnight when Jess slipped out of bed, grabbed her phone, and stumbled to the bathroom. Stumbled because a body couldn’t really be expected to walk after all that. Man oh man. Egotistical he might be but apparently with reason.

After a quick use of the facilities, Jess stood at the counter and sent a text message to May letting her know she’d be home in the morning. The last thing she needed was for her Pack to show up at Smitty’s door, demanding to know if she was okay.

May wrote back immediately—which let Jess know she’d been waiting up for her—

RIDE HIM, GIRL!

Stretching like any good canine loved to do, she reveled in how relaxed she felt. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages. She forgot how much she enjoyed it.

Jess grinned and pulled open the bathroom door. Smitty stood on the other side.

They stared at each other until Jess asked, “Can I help you?”

“I’m hungry.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

She would say he frowned, but he’d actually already been frowning when she opened the door.

“Feed me.”

Did he expect her to cook for him? A few hours of fucking and suddenly she was responsible for managing his hunger?

She wiggled past him since he was blocking the entire doorway with that big wolf body of his. “I’m not cooking, Smith. If you’re hungry, cook your own damn meal.”

Jess tried to crawl back into bed, but Smitty swept her up in his arms.

“Put me down, you cretin!”

Smitty carried her into the kitchen with her flailing all the way until he sat down in a chair at the kitchen table and fixed Jess onto his lap facing him. That’s when she realized he already had a big plate of leftover cold fried chicken, a pitcher of iced tea, a big bowl of barbeque potato chips, and a cherry cobbler laid out on the table.

Jess stared at the mini-feast in confusion until she felt Smitty push his way inside her. She gasped in surprise, looking away from the food and at Smitty. Whether he’d been wearing the condom already when he walked her over here or had one sitting at the table, she didn’t know. All she did know was he took his time burrowing his way inside her pussy, his eyes focused on where they were joined. Once he’d seated himself completely inside her, he looked up and repeated, “Feed me.”

“Now?”

His hands, tightly gripping her hips, raised her up and quickly slammed her back down. Her toes curled at the feel of him inside her, her breath coming out in hard little pants.

“Feed. Me.”

“Okay, okay,” she said between breaths.

Jess reached over to the plate of fried chicken and grabbed a drumstick. She held it in front of Smitty’s mouth and, his eyes never leaving her face, he took a bite. He chewed and motioned to her with a slow lift of his chin. It wasn’t until she ate that first bite of chicken that she realized exactly how hungry she was. Starving actually, since she’d barely touched breakfast and had missed lunch altogether.

She fed him chicken while he slipped her chips. They both drank their own tea. And the entire time he stayed inside her. Sometimes he’d use hands messy with chip grease to rock her on top of his cock. Other than that he didn’t say a word. She found that strangely erotic. Maybe because most of those around her, including herself, never really shut up. Smitty didn’t talk while he ate, though. He barely spoke while he fucked. The combination of the two practically made him a mute.

Yet, she had to admit to herself that never before in her entire thirty-two years had she ever been this turned on.

Sure, Smitty could have just fed her and taken her back to bed to fuck once they were done. That’s what most people did. But waking up and finding her gone had annoyed him more than he’d admit. Then immediately feeling relief when he realized she’d only gone to the bathroom did nothing but piss him off. There were few wolves who didn’t wake up to find the She-wolves they’d bedded long gone. Most females didn’t stick around unless physically tied to the bed, which often led to all sorts of enjoyments and trouble. Smitty, however, never bothered with that because he never really cared much if they were still there when he woke up.

To be honest, he avoided most full-human females because he usually woke up with them hanging on to him like a capsized boat after the Titanic went down. He’d wake up feeling smothered and annoyed.

Finding Jessie gone had annoyed him more than if he’d found her wrapped around him like a blanket.

He wouldn’t think about that, though. He definitely wouldn’t worry about it. He had her right where he wanted her. In his lap, on his cock, feeding him chicken. A man, any man, couldn’t ask for much more.

They finished most of the chicken and chips, leaving only the cobbler.

Jessie examined the table. “You forgot plates and forks.”

She had yet to realize he never forgot anything. Not with his training.

Smitty used two fingers to dig into the cobbler, raising them to Jessie’s lips. She stared at his hand in surprise, the most adorable little smile on her lips.

“Open,” he growled.

A soft almost-laugh, almost-moan slid from the back of her throat as she slowly licked her lips before opening her mouth. He placed his fingers inside and she closed her mouth around them. First her tongue cleaned off the pieces of cherry and cobbler crust; then she sucked hard to rid his fingers of the filling.

He didn’t know what got to him more: the suction with which she sucked his fingers, the little sounds she made while she did it, or the way her eyes closed and her entire body rocked against him. Probably the last because it showed him how much this was turning her on.

Her pussy pulsed around his cock, making it harder than Smitty could ever remember it being.

She finished cleaning off his fingers and leaned back a bit. Holding his gaze, she licked her lips and said, “Yum.” Then she smiled. That big, goofy Jessie Ann smile. It was silly and ridiculous and innocently sweet.

And made him want to fuck her so bad, he couldn’t even see straight.

One second she’d been sitting on his lap, jokingly debating with herself whether she should go into porn with her fabulous new techniques. The next she was slammed to the floor with a growling Smitty on top of her.

Wow, she briefly thought as Smitty powered into her again and again, I am good. Then she stopped thinking altogether when Smitty kissed her, his forceful thrusts never stopping, the merciless rhythm never changing.

He felt so good inside her, filling her completely. Maybe even a tad too much. But she didn’t care. She simply wrapped one arm around his neck, the other around his back, and held him tight against her as he fucked her. She groaned into his mouth during that first orgasm. Screamed into it during that second. And blacked out for a few seconds during that third one.

When she snapped back into the moment, Smitty was groaning into her hair, his body shaking and shuddering until he collapsed into her arms.

They stayed like that for a long while until Smitty slowly got to his feet, Jess tight against him. He stumbled across the room and back to bed. Together, they dropped onto the mattress and Jess fell right back to sleep, enjoying the scent of the wild wolf lying next to her.