Greatest Gift (6 page)

Chapter Eleven

Holland didn’t know what was going on, but she
could feel
Jakob’s
tension vibrating through the
truck. When they reached his house she stayed in the truck instinctively
knowing it was what he needed her to do. The grateful look she received when he
finally came around to open her door was her reward.
And folks thought
humans too self-absorbed to listen to their instincts.
She gave a small
snort at that thought while slipping down from the seat.

She stuck close to
Jakob’s
side, but stayed behind him half a step. Holland didn’t know why she did it but
figured it was that same instinct guiding her again. When she thought it
through it actually made sense. Staying close yet slightly behind let
Jakob
know where she was while still giving him room to
react to a threat. If there was one.

They made it inside his place unmolested. Which
Holland was grateful
for.
Not that
Jakob
seemed ready to relax like she did. Stripping off her winter gear, she watched
him prowl through the house to check the other doors and windows. Even when he
seemed assured everything was secure
Jakob
still
didn’t relax.

Holland waited until he had the tea kettle warming
before she put a hand to his chest. Instantly, her entire being became fully
aware. She didn’t know what it was about the man that drew her in but she liked
it while at the same time it irritated her. “What’s going on,
Jakob
? You said you had a gut feeling that made you slow
down. Yet here we are. Are we safe here?”

His arms slid around her to pull her in closer to
his body’s lean strength and heat. Slipping her own arms around his waist,
Holland rested her chin on his pec to keep her eyes on his face. About to
prompt him again, she felt the sigh he let out, and the slight relaxation that
swept through his body.

“I don’t know,” he admitted in a grudging tone.

Rubbing her hand up and down his back, she
eventually slipped it under the light sweater he wore to press her palm to his
back. She could tell he hated admitting he didn’t know the answer to something.
And the worry making his grey eyes stormy in appearance had her gut clenching.
Not that she could dump the blame on him. He was as human as the next person in
many regards like the fact he wasn’t psychic and therefore couldn’t pull the
answers they both wanted from the air. However nice that would be.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.”
Hopefully before the other shoe dropped, whatever it might be.

All she got from him was a grunt that didn’t sound
overly convinced.

Holland pushed up on her toes and wrapped her other
hand over his nape. “I can see the wheels spinning already,
Jakob
.
Try not to push it. Whenever I have a problem I find focusing on something
completely unrelated helps resolve it. Find something else to focus on for a
while and maybe the answer will come to you.”

His attention narrowed onto her mouth, she noticed.
Suddenly, she realized how closely she was pressed against him. Right about the
same time a large warm hand landed on her ass to pull her even closer. Holland
felt her cheeks get warm and she looked anywhere but at him. She was saved from
turning into a blathering fool by the whistle from the kettle.

Jakob
didn’t let her loose though. Keeping his hand where it rested on her
ass, he shifted his stance enough to move the kettle off the flame, and turn
the stove off. When she tried to back off she couldn’t, he wasn’t letting her.

Peeking up at him, she found his attention fully on
her even while she could see him pouring the water into the teapot in her
periphery. Unsure what she should do, she bit her lip nervously, and found
herself toying with his hair near his nape. The short strands were surprisingly
soft. Sliding her hand up, she let his hair sift through her fingers until she
got to a spot she could grip.

When he continued to watch her, Holland followed
her instincts to pull his head down toward her own. The heat from his breath
had her lips parting, and then he took over. His mouth angled across hers and
it was like an explosion going off. She grabbed onto his hair and held on. She
had to, her knees going weak and a moan tearing free.

Jakob
lifted her off her feet. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she bit
his lip gently. It was like whatever leash had been holding him back suddenly
snapped. She found herself being carted through the house quickly. Holland
didn’t care where he was taking her, all she wanted was to get closer to him.
Nearly impossible with their clothing still on but she held out hope he’d have
a solution for that too.

Suddenly, he came to a stop, and pried her arms
loose. Sliding down his body, she stumbled back a step and came up against the
bed. They were both panting hard, and for a moment neither moved. “
Jakob
?”

“Be sure, I won’t let you go.”

She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but
she definitely got his meaning. He was giving her the opportunity to stop what
was happening and walk away. Only she didn’t think she could. While she wasn’t
completely sure where this was leading she knew she wanted him. There, now,
naked.

Taking the initiative, she pulled off her sweater
and tossed it to the side before toeing off her ankle boots. He didn’t move
except to breathe. Holland knew she had his undivided attention when she went
to work on her jeans. Pushing them down, she kicked them aside and pulled up
her tank top.

Before it cleared her head, she felt his hands
sliding over her skin to land on her back. Dropping the top, she was pulled up
against his bare chest. He still had his jeans on, but she was more interested
in what he was doing with his hands. He moved them up her back to unhook her
bra and draw it down her arms.

She let it fall off. Only clad in her panties, she
felt her nerves kick up under his scrutiny. Holland had always been happy with
who she was. She’d never prescribed to the Hollywood myth on body sizes. But
standing before
Jakob
, who likely didn’t have any
extra fat on him, made her wonder what he was doing with her. Besides the
obvious.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Her cheeks got warm at the compliment, and warmed
further under the heat from his gaze. She squirmed a little, and earned a
squeeze before his mouth pressed to her shoulder. His lips brushed up her
throat to her jaw where he nipped at her with sharp teeth. Shivering, she
wrapped her hands around his upper arms the best she could and held on.

As he continued to nuzzle, lick and nibble on her
throat, Holland let her head fall back. She likely should have put up some
protest. At the very least demanded he take off his jeans. But she couldn’t
quite work up the energy to say anything. Not with him shorting out her brain
like he was. A low moan ripped free from her throat and had him letting out a
growl that sent a pulse to her clit. Tightening her hold on his arms, she
fought to lift her head for a kiss.

In the next moment, she was on the bed with his
weight pressing her down.
Jakob’s
mouth moved lower
to brush lightly to her breasts. Arching up in silent demand, she nearly
whimpered when he blew a hot breath over her nipples. Again struggling to form
words, they completely abandoned her when he finally took an aching tip into
his mouth to suck.

Gasping at the heat surrounding the sensitive bud,
she clutched at his shoulders to hold him closer. The things he was doing with
his tongue had her rocking her hips, her clit rubbing to his muscular thigh
with enough force to ramp up her need but nowhere near enough friction to get
her off. And then he was pushing off her.

Ready to demand he return, Holland sat up to find
him stripping off the jeans. Tongue-tied yet again, she started to pant when he
straightened to show everything he had going for him. His cock was thick, long,
and had a slight upward curve. The head was a deeper color and she could almost
see it pulsing in time with his heart. She wanted his cock, in her mouth, in
her pussy, wherever. But she wanted it now.

Reaching out, she wasn’t all that surprised when
she found herself flat on her back from a tug to her ankles, and her panties
practically torn from her body. She’d never really understood how some women
liked to be manhandled in bed. But in that moment, she completely got it, and
wanted more.

Chapter Twelve

Her arousal perfumed the air to the point
Jakob
could barely hold back his wolf. Holland was
everything he’d ever dreamed about having for his mate. Lush curves that said
she was all woman, a brain, and a mouth that could deliver equal parts humor
and sarcasm. He was halfway in love with her already and he barely knew her. In
some ways he knew all that he needed, in others he wanted to know more.

Climbing back onto the bed, he moved her up farther
before easing down to press his skin to hers. She let out a shaky sigh when he
settled fully over her, a sentiment he could second. He ducked his head to
press an open mouthed kiss to her pulse, enjoying the flutter it gave on
contact.

Her arms wound around his neck, one hand burrowing
into his hair to grab hold. Using it like a guide, he began to kiss a path down
her chest. He already knew her breasts were sensitive, especially her nipples.
Turning his focus there for a time, he teased the tight tips until her nails
raked over his scalp. Then he continued down.

Jakob
pressed her legs apart, his shoulders keeping her spread wide open for
whatever he wanted to do. Blowing out a breath over her damp folds, he grinned
when her fingers tightened in his hair. The slight bite of pain spurred him on.

A quick lick had him grinding his cock to the
bedding in an attempt to stave off his orgasm. She tasted even sweeter than he
would have guessed. Gently,
Jakob
spread her folds
open and inhaled her heady scent. Another lick had her squirming enough he
threw an arm over her hips to keep her where he wanted her. Then he got down to
business.

Each lick had her fighting to get closer to him. He
knew what she wanted, and knew too she was on the edge. Pushing a finger into
her body, he began to toy with her clit using his tongue and teeth. Her
reaction was immediate. With a keening sound, she arched up, her breasts aimed
at the ceiling, and shook through an orgasm.

Even when she collapsed on a low moan
Jakob
didn’t let up. Licking at her quivering flesh, he
took everything she’d given, and demanded more. He pressed in a second finger
stretching her more while switching between flicking her clit with his tongue,
and lightly scraping his teeth over her inner thighs.

Her second orgasm was harder, faster, and had her
swearing a blue streak. She grabbed at his hair and yanked. “No more, oh God.”

Jakob
licked his lips and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before gently
withdrew his fingers. After he cleaned them off with a smile curling his lips,
he pushed up and prowled up her body. “You are gorgeous, Holland. I like
watching you come.” For the next one he wanted her to come around his cock and
milk him dry.

He eased down to cover her body with his. Stroking
his hand up and down her side, he watched her while she fought for air. Her
cheeks, neck and upper chest were flushed a light pink. The short hairs around
her face were curled from her perspiration.
Jakob
liked seeing her like this, his primitive side puffing up in pride. He wouldn’t
tell her about that, she already thought him to be more caveman than not.

When her breathing began to steady, he grabbed a
condom from the drawer. The, until that moment, unused box resisted him getting
into it. Grabbing it up, he felt a frown pull at his face when he saw the
“security” seals on it. With a mutter, he broke it forcibly and tore a packet
off so he could cover his cock. Then it was only a matter of deciding.

Slide into her facing one another, or flip her
over, yank her ass in the air, and take her from behind. The wolf didn’t seem
to have much preference at the moment still rolling in Holland’s earlier
pleasure.
Jakob
drew her left leg up over his hip,
and rocked his hips to rub his latex covered cock between her swollen folds.
They could always go a couple more rounds later. He might even let her rest at
some point.

Lips curling up, he pressed a kiss to her mouth and
eased his cock into her sheath. Instantly her body responded and squeezed him
tight like a fist. Holland let out an inarticulate sound before her hands moved
to grab his upper arms. Rolling his hips slowly, he let out a low growl when
her nails dug into his skin. “Harder,” he told her in a rough tone.

She took his demand to heart, moving her hands to
his shoulders. With one hand, she scraped his back, and with the other, she
scratched her nails over his scalp.
Jakob
gave a
shudder, and thrust deep into her body. It earned him another scrape to his
scalp.

He was fully on board for this. Gripping one hip in
his hand, he began to thrust hard and fast. Each time he did her fingers
tightened in his hair and on his back. He didn’t even care she was marking him
up. In fact, he was damn happy to have her doing it.

Leaning in, he gave her a hard kiss, nipped at her
lip, and moved his mouth over her jaw. Her one arm slid around his shoulders,
her hand pressing to his spine and convulsing each time he pushed between her
swollen folds. Nuzzling at her throat, he felt her pulse fluttering against his
lips.

A small bite to the soft skin, he wrapped an arm
around her back to pull her in closer. He gave her shoulder another small nip
and then grinned when she bit at his shoulder in return. Letting his eyelids
drift down,
Jakob
wallowed in the sensations, skin to
skin, her breasts to his chest, and the squeeze her body gave his cock each
time he buried himself in deep. What he wouldn’t give to feel her without the
barrier. But that was for later.

He could feel the tension rising in her body, her
nails digging harder into his back and her breathing catching. She was close to
the edge. Nuzzling at her throat, he lifted her hips to change the angle and
fought to stave off his own orgasm when she let out a scream and convulsed
around his cock.

Not giving her more than a second to breathe,
Jakob
pulled out, flipped her over, and yanking her hips up
into the air, thrust back in on a strangled scream from her. Her hands clawed
at the bedding each time he thrust his cock into her still rippling sheath. The
slapping sounds their flesh made each time they came into contact mirrored his
own pulse.

Staring down at where his cock disappeared into her
pussy,
Jakob
stroked a hand down her spine to her
ass. He gave the twin globes a squeeze, and then slapped the one cheek. Her
response was immediate, a jolt through her body followed by a deep, throaty
moan. “You like that, do you?”

She arched her back, and threw him a look over her
shoulder. Her lips were parted and her cheeks were flushed. Giving her another
slap to the other cheek, he watched the pleasure roll over her face. She
definitely liked what he was doing. A few more sharp slaps had her squirming on
his cock and her breathing turning choppy.

Grabbing her hips tight, he thrust his cock into
her faster. His balls drew up tighter under his body preparing for the coming
explosion.
Jakob
gritted his teeth and ran his hand
over the pink he’d added to her ass. He brushed his thumb to her anus, the
opening tight under his touch. One day he would take her there, watch his cock
push through the tight muscles until they both came hard.

The thought had him holding her hips tighter,
taking her harder, and giving it everything. When she next came he was right
there with her. Her scream filled his head while his wolf howled through the
release. Collapsing over her,
Jakob
had enough sense
to roll them a minute later to keep from crushing her under his weight.

He brushed a kiss to her neck, and cuddled her in
closer. When he had caught his breath he got up to toss the condom. Coming back,
he found her sound asleep. His heart lighter than it had been for years, he
crawled in with her, pulled up the blankets, and wrapped himself around her
once again. His last thought was how perfect that moment was, and how he’d do
everything to keep her safe.