Book one of three in the Forbidden Alliance Trilogy
Jay Dee doesn't know where she came from, who she is, or why she washed up on the beach when she was a child. The only life she had ever known was on the reservation with her tribe and pack. In a w...
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Nearly four hours of holding Jay Dee in my arms was more than I had expected to get.
Hell, everything I got was more than I had expected to get.
First, she permitted me to enter her house, knowing that only my lack of invitation was keeping me from being able to enter, and the invitation couldn't be revoked once given. I got to kiss her, and she kissed me back, a few times. I got to touch her unbelievably soft body, caress it, and hold it against mine.
I didn't sleep...I couldn't! All I could think about was the barely clothed woman in my arms and how I wanted to keep her all to myself for the rest of eternity.
Never had I thought like that about anyone before, and it flooded me with guilt that I was even contemplating taking this young woman's future away from her by sinking my fangs into her soft, lightly tanned neck, simply for my own selfish reasons.
It'd be a cold day in hell when I would ever, seriously, contemplate turning someone, but it didn't keep the thought from entering my mind a time or two hundred while I caressed her velvety skin and indulged in the warmth of her caress and the taste of her mouth.
It truly was heaven on Earth in the middle of the reservation, surrounded by sleeping werewolves.
Eventually, Jay Dee fell asleep curled up next to me with her head on my chest, and her thick mane of hair caressed my skin with each breath she took, causing an intense arousal to the likes of nothing I had ever known before to swell in my loins. She had thrown her leg across my thighs in an attempt to keep me from leaving—she didn't have to worry about that, I wanted nothing more than to stay the night with her—and her fingers absently caressed my ear in her sleep. To my pleasant surprise, Jay Dee talked in her sleep a few times. It was nothing I could completely understand or put context to, but the wide array of facial expressions made it more than clear what she was feeling: happiness, pain, fear, joy, and contentment.
I could relate because apparently they were a mere reflection of my own feelings at that moment.
Watching her sleep was an entirely different experience. I had never watched anyone sleep before, and it wasn't something I would do again, unless it was Jay Dee I was watching, but hearing her softly moan my name while I caressed my fingers across her bare thigh, and the way she trembled under my touch, was beyond anything I had ever experienced in my very long life.
My pants stayed on, to her dismay, as did her knickers, which took all of my combined centuries of discipline and restraint to achieve, but as she had said, she wasn't that kind of girl, even though her actions and begging made her seem like that kind of girl.
And that was what ultimately made me deny her pouting and whimpering, her large, puppy dog eyes, and long, batting lashes. I didn't want to do that to her; make her question or feel like something she wasn't simply because we had both gotten caught up in the moment.
