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"Are you done? Because right now, you are acting like a child, not like the man I have grown to know. So what if you were seen." I pour myself another glass of wine.
Watching Jenson fidget.
If he was always like this, I could see why his brother grew tired of him.
I could put up with it for how good he is in bed.
He certainly knows how to satisfy my needs, unlike so many other men.
He moves to the balcony, peering out between the curtains.
"Trust me, I would know if we were followed. My best guess is that he has probably run back to the pack to tell that big brother of yours that he saw you."
"What if he saw you? Are you not bothered?"
"Oh he did." I shrug my shoulders unphased. He really was getting his balls in a twist over this.
His head flips back over his shoulders. Those dark eyes wide as he stares at me. "What are you talking about?"
"He was watching you tell me that he had seen you. Moments before I told you to get in my car."
"You didn't do anything."
"I didn't think he was the target. Didn't you want to protect that precious sister of yours?"
"Does he know what you are?" He asks me carefully, ignoring my question. His ideas were starting to shift a little.
"Depends. Is he able to separate the scent of Lycans and Wolves?"
He nods at me. His hair falling down into his eyes. He quickly brushes it out the way. He really did need a haircut. New clothes too. Maybe I could shape him into my right hand man. But not while he walks around looking like a homeless bum. i needed to sort that out. "Then he knows."
"That's not a good thing." Jenson looks alarmed.
"Chill the fuck out." I snap. "They don't know who I am and they won't until it's too late."
"They will work it out."
"Fat chance." I take another swig of wine and hold my glass out for him to refill.
He takes the glass and I watch his body language change. His shoulders are pulled up. His jaw gritted as his cheek pulsates.
"Is there something else that you should have told me, Jenson? You know I appreciate all the information."
He freezes as the wine flows from the bottle.
"I asked you what your connection is to Neah." He mumbles "And you wouldn't tell me."
"And you have asked me multiple times since." I run my tongue along my teeth, warning him not to push it. I have no intention of telling him, not yet.
"You look like her."
"WHAT?!" I'm on my feet, glaring at him. My hands balled into fists on either side of my body.
I shake my head, both amused and amazed. "That's how you found me. You saw I looked like her."
He doesn't answer me, but his hand is firmly gripped around the wine bottle. He could try and throw it at me, though I can guarantee I'm faster than him and he will be dead before he even lets go of the bottle. "What about the name, Lone Wolf? Where did you hear that?"
"I had heard of it being used in another bar. I took a gamble. I saw you were sitting alone. I saw how the others appeared to fear you. I saw the blood lingering on your fingers."
He was smarter than he looked. "And you used the name Kitson."
"Another gamble."
I laugh. A rarity and I really had to give him credit. It was a ballsy gamble that could have gotten him killed.
Sitting back on the sofa, I park my stilettos on the coffee table in front of me and watch him visibly relax. He lowers the wine bottle and brings me the glass.
"What exactly was your role in Black Shadow, other than being big Alpha's little brother?"
"I was the Gamma."
This just keeps getting better and better.
"So you have a head for war?" I was starting to understand why he couldn't just attack the pack himself. He already knew he would lose without help. He nods
I take another swig of my wine. "How much do I look like her?" I had never seen her. I just knew that I never got a chance at living my best life because she did.
He kept telling me her life wasn't what I thought it was, but I didn't believe that shit. Daddy dearest had chosen her and her mother over me and mine. All because her mother carried Alpha blood that same blood ran through Neah's veins. ""Well?" I demand
His eyes scan me. "You don't dress like her, that's for sure." He pauses on my cleavage. "And your tits are bigger, but other than the eyes, you are identical. If anyone from Black Shadow looked at you quickly, they would think you were her."
"Is that who you thought about when you fucked me last night?" I muse, unfastening a shirt button. "Why would I need her when I have you?" He growls
His lips meet my jaw and he makes quick work on my remaining buttons, ripping open my shirt.
"You are decisive. You know what you want." He whispers in my ear. His hot breath fanning over my skin as his fingers tease my painfully hard nipples. "And you aren't afraid to take what's yours."
His lips graze mine as a hand moves to my throat. He squeezes as he pulls me up from the sofa and a growl comes from my chest, making him smile.
"So what do you want?" I whisper. I had been asking him multiple times to make a choice, loved ones will get hurt and he won't have a choice about. "Tell me."
His free hand slides inside my leather pants and thong. His hand cupping my pussy as he strokes a finger over my clit.
"I want what's mine."
"Are you sure about that?" My eyes stay glued to his and I see a flutter of something I hadn't seen in him. A desire, a hunger. I had finally gotten through to him.
He drives two fingers into me and I bite back the moan. A third finger stretches me a little more. But I wasn't giving him the satisfaction of hearing me moan, not until he gives me the answer.
His fingers work like magic, building me up until I feel a fire in the pit of my stomach. It was getting harder and harder to hold it back and he knew that. He knew my body so. fucking. well.
My entire body clenches as his grip on my throat tightens, cutting off the oxygen filling my lungs.
"Show me it's what you want." I splutter.
His lips hit mine again. The muffled moans were seeping through. A dark smile appears on his face as he hits the spot, over and over. "Then scream my fucking name!"
My pussy tightens around his fingers as his hand releases my throat. "Jenson!" I gasp almost falling into him
He holds me upright as I ride the wave that rolls through me, keeping his fingers still as my hips roll against his hand.
"Take your clothes off." He mutters, not even giving me a chance to enjoy finishing the high.
Slowly, I remove my leather pants and my thong, watching him take off his own clothes.
His cock already fiercely erected.
A thick vein travels up the length of it and I lick my lips, there was just something about the taste of his cock that is so satisfying.
Unhooking my bra, he slides his hands over the swell of my breasts, his lips trailing over my neck.
"What would you say if I claimed you?" He mutters
"I would say you needed to deal with your grief first." I had never been interested in being claimed and certainly not by a Wolf.
He drags his teeth along my neck and I freeze. I wasn't normally so vulnerable, but here and now, I was putty in his hands.
He grabs the back of my hair and forces me over the side of the sofa, slapping my ass as he drives my legs apart.
He rubs the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy. "You want this as much as I want revenge."
Forcing my ass back against him, his cock slips inside of me a little and he slaps my ass again. Sending pain and delight through me.
He reaches around, circling my swollen clit.
"I could do this to you everyday if you let me claim you."
I let out a moan as he brings his hand upwards, circling my nipples with my own slick.
He forces himself into me, holding me tightly as I buck against him. He was wide and long, filling my entire hole.
"So fucking good." He grumbles from behind, slowly rocking back and forth, driving his large cock into me over and over.
The moans leak out of my mouth in breathless gasps.
The fire was growing and as I start to tighten around him again he drives harder and harder, rocking me so my nipples rub against the fabric of the sofa.
His nails dig into my hips as his own desperation builds.
"Fuck Jenson!" I growl begging to be sent over the edge.
He pumps once more, my back arches as his name tears from my mouth. Seconds later he fills me with his load.
He falls forward on my back, plying my neck with slow tantalising kisses
"Oh, I more than want it, Blair Kitson."