Chapter 16 - Emily
EMILY
Ipulled up to the curb in front of Jason’s house. Wipers slapped back and forth. Rain hammered the car roof. I squeezed Jason’s hand, and we bolted out into the downpour.
We sprinted to the entrance. Water streamed down my face. It soaked my hair flat against my skull. It plastered my clothes to every curve. Jason fumbled with his keys at the door. Metal scraped metal. The lock clicked and we stumbled inside. Breath came fast, water dripping everywhere.
The hallway light buzzed, then flickered on overhead.
The weak yellow glow caught the dark puddles on the hardwood.
Floorboards gleamed wet under our footprints.
The air smelled of cedar floor polish, old books, and Jason’s wild, musky werewolf scent sharpened by the storm.
Bookshelves lined the right wall. Shelves sagged under rows of dog-eared paperbacks with cracked spines.
Framed photos sat tucked between them: one showed us at senior prom, arms around each other, grins wide like the world would never change.
Jason kicked the door shut, and the world narrowed to us. He turned, eyes flashing with raw hunger. Water dripped from his lashes. Rivulets traced down his throat.
We tore off our clothes. My jacket hit the floor with a heavy, sodden slap.
His followed. Shirts peeled away. Cotton clung to skin before it gave up with wet sucking sounds.
Jeans came last. Denim weighed heavy and cold.
Buttons popped open in frantic jerks. Underwear joined the pile.
Water puddled around our bare feet. Cold touched my toes.
Goosebumps raced across my arms, breasts, and belly.
My nipples tightened in the sudden chill.
Jason stood naked in front of me, rainwater gleaming on his shoulders. His chest rose and fell fast. Broad muscles flexed. Hair dusted his chest and arrowed down past his navel to where his cock stood rigid, leaking at the tip.
I stepped into him. Our bodies collided.
Skin felt slick and chilled, then warmer where we touched.
My mouth found his. The kiss started tentatively.
Lips brushed. They tasted rain and salt.
Then it turned ravenous. Tongues slid together.
Heat surged. His hands roamed my back. Fingers dug into wet skin.
He cupped my breasts. Rough calluses pressed against soft flesh. His thumbs circled my nipples in slow spirals. They ached, peaking hard under the pressure. I arched into his touch.
He broke the kiss with a low sound in his throat.
His mouth descended. Hot breath fanned over one nipple.
His tongue flicked out. It rasped flat and rough over the sensitive bud.
He sucked the other into his mouth. Teeth grazed just enough to make me gasp.
Pleasure shot straight to my core. I moaned.
Jason growled deep and animal. His body shuddered, fur sprouting in dark patches along his forearms, shoulders, and down the center of his back.
His eyes flared molten amber. His jaw lengthened.
Cheekbones sharpened. Teeth glinted longer and whiter.
His tongue extended. It grew impossibly long, thick at the base, tapering to a flexible, rough point. It looked obscene and perfect.
He took my hand. He led me down the short hallway. The bedroom door creaked open on unoiled hinges. A king bed filled most of the space. Sheets tangled from restless sleep, and pillows lay shoved to one side.
He eased me backward onto the mattress. The sheets felt cool against my fevered skin. He knelt between my legs, sliding hands up my thighs, parting me wide. Cool air kissed my wet folds, and I shivered again.
His head dipped. That long wolf tongue flicked out. It glided along my outer lips first. Then it delved deeper. Rough texture dragged over my clit in long strokes. The length let him curl inside me. He probed. He thrust. Every drag sent sparks up my spine.
I gripped fistfuls of sheet, as my hips bucked, pleasure coiling tighter in my belly. A hot wire pulled taut. His tongue twisted. It plunged deeper, flicking relentlessly.
I shattered, orgasm ripping through me. Sharp waves blinded me. They bowed my back off the bed. My thighs clamped around his head as I cried out. He licked me through every aftershock until my legs fell open. They trembled and went boneless.
Jason rose over me, wolf features receding in seconds. Fur smoothed away. Jaw softened. Tongue shortened. He settled between my thighs. Chest to chest. Face inches from mine. His cock nudged my entrance. It felt hot, thick, and slick.
I nodded. Breathless. “Now.”
He pushed in slow. Inch by torturous inch. The stretch burned deliciously, filling me completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Heels dug into his lower back. He bottomed out with a guttural groan that vibrated through both of us.
We moved. Hips rocked in perfect sync. Skin slid against skin. Sweat slicked us now instead of rain. The bed frame thudded against the wall as his thrusts grew harder. They grew faster. I met every one, rolling up to take him deeper.
His hand found mine. Fingers laced tight. Our eyes locked. His stayed wide, dark with love and need.
We came together. My walls clenched hard around him. They pulsed. He swelled inside me. He pulsed hot and deep. Our cries tangled. Sharp. Broken. Shared. Bodies shuddered in unison. We locked together through the crest.
We collapsed. Limbs stayed heavy. They tangled. Chests heaved. Rain drummed steadily on the windowpane. It softened now like applause dying down.
Jason rolled to his side, pulling me into him. His arm draped heavy over my waist. Palm flattened against my stomach. His breath warmed the back of my neck.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Never leaving you again. Not ever.”
I turned in his hold until we faced each other. I pressed my lips to the stubble along his jaw. I tasted salt and skin.
“Never,” I said. “We stay in this forever. You and me.”