Frozen Alaska (The Juneau Packs Book 2) Page 4

  Her breasts were perfect handfuls, plump, full, and pert. The skin that peeked out was soft and supple. There was absolutely nothing stopping me.

  Reaching behind her, I unsnapped the bra with one hand. It was one of my better talents. I shoved the straps down her arms as I lowered her back to the blanket. Discarding the fabric, I went right to work on her.

  Sucking a nipple into my mouth, I held it with my teeth as my tongue danced over it. I busied my other hand with her other breast, circling and dusting over the pert point.

  She tasted amazing. Sweet strawberries, savory woman, and delicate spices I couldn’t imagine all swirled around my tongue. She groaned in pleasure as I placed open mouth kisses from one peak to the other.

  I felt her body clench from the sensations I was creating. She was so fucking responsive I was ready to come in my pants.

  As though she sensed my desperation to not unman myself in my clothes, she found the zipper and button and quickly released me from the confines. Her hand wrapped around my length and I had to still myself before I just came in her palm.

  She looked at me, her fingers teasing my length.

  “How fast can you get hard again?” she breathed.

  “Really fast,” I said. All shifters could, some didn’t even go soft after.

  “Good. Sit up.”

  I groaned in protest but did as she asked. As I watched, she shucked her jeans and sweet little pink panties off to the side with her shirt. With a firm tug, she had my pants off my ass, and down by knees. Her body shifted to the side and she worked her way down me until her mouth was in the perfect place to suck on my cock.

  Her tongue darted out, capturing the bead of precum that had leaked out. “Mmm. Tasty.” Her words were breathy.

  She unfurled her leg up off the ground and the scent of hot sex was like a punch to my face—and I realized what she did. The pretty little pussy I was dying to see was right in front of my face. At the perfect spot for me to indulge in her taste.

  A flawlessly positioned sixty-nine.

  My hand went to the back of her leg to hold her up, and I dove in face first. I darted the tip of my tongue into her channel and tasted her.

  I felt my cock twitch, heard a giggle, and then felt moist lips wrap around the swollen tip.

  I could die happy now. My mate’s amazing lips were wrapped around my dick as I traced the lips of her pussy, both of us teasing each other.

  She plunged her mouth down on me, taking nearly my whole, not entirely average size dick into her mouth. Right down it’s root, and her tongue trailing up the underside.

  I was lost. Lost and dead.

  Using a finger, I traced patterns around the pearl that was her clitoris. She offered it so willingly. I had never met a woman who was so comfortable in her skin—and only her skin.

  Tasting her again, my tongue trailing through her sex, I was having a hard time concentrating on pleasuring her because she was working her magic on me with that exquisite mouth.

  Still, I wanted to hear her scream my name, and make her shake and shiver as she came. With supreme effort, I studied what I had in front of me. Soft and pink, her pussy was hot, and she was wet. I had never seen a woman as wet as she was. I pressed two fingers inside her slicked channel and they slid easily in as my tongue once again found her clit.

  “Oh, shit, Jason,” she breathed, releasing my shaft for a moment. Her hand, though, never stopped it’s ministrations, moving up and down easily.

  I nipped at the hot bud, then swirled, then licked, then flicked. Her breath was stuttering in her chest and I had no doubts she was getting ready to come. So, I repeated: nip, swirl, lick, flick. All of it at a lazy pace as I moved one finger, then two fingers in and out of her depths.

  Delia desperately tried to continue her work on my cock, but she was having trouble. That trouble was all my fault.

  She was still doing a magnificent job and I was having the same problems.

  I glanced down at her, and she was looking back at me. “Make me come, Delia,” I commanded.

  She thrust her mouth down on me, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks as she plunged me in and out of her mouth. Even watching her as my finger played with her sex made everything that much hotter and harder.

  On her next pass, she scraped her teeth ever so lightly along my length.

  Done!

  I felt my cum release, and I didn’t have a chance to warn her to move—and she didn’t want to. She kept her lips wrapped around my dick, licking and sucking. Coaxing every drop out of me into her hot little mouth.

  As soon as my senses came back, I caught her clit in my teeth and curled my fingers inside, finding her tender spot and discovered that she was extremely responsive to his touch.

  Her keening wail frightened a few of the birds nearby, making them fly out of the trees. Her fists grabbed the quilt and while I continued to stroke her, she could barely breathe.

  A moment later her lungs sucked in air and she yelled my name, frightening more birds. I smiled––no one had ever been that responsive before and I was so glad to hear my name trip off my mate’s lips.

  Delia’s whole body undulated as I pressed my palm against her sex. The move helped to relive the pressure, and release the last of the tension her body was holding on to.

  She flopped on to her back, seemingly made of jelly and utterly boneless.

  “Holy shit.” She smacked her lips and he knew that she was licking my essence off. That went straight to my cock, and I could feel the next erection already poised to happen. I leaned up on my arm to look at her, and immediately crawled around on the quilt to lay next to her head to toe.

  “That was gooooood,” she breathed, looking up at me.

  “You’re inventive. I like that.”

  “You’re naked. I like that even more.”

  I chuckled. “I did cheat you know. I know a lot of ways up the mountain.” What I didn’t tell her was that they were only navigated easily and quickly by a wolf.

  “I know you cheated. I don’t care. I wanted this.”

  My finger lazily circled the nipple closest to me. Her breasts were insanely soft, and danced in slow waves as I traced them. She watched my finger, a low look of desire in her eyes. Not moving my hand from her breast, she rolled and found my lips, kissing soft and carefully.

  “What’s our time?”

  “We’re three hours ahead of schedule.”

  “Good,” she whispered and ran her hand down my chest. “Fuck me, Jason.”

  He rolled us so he was above me, and I could feel his shaft was already hard, poking me in the thigh.

  This was utterly illogical. I had never felt such a connection with anyone as fast as I did with Jason McGarrigal. But he was such a perfect specimen and fit for me.

  I didn’t even care that I was naked in a field of wildflowers in in Alaska in June. Mosquito bait. I was going to have them in highly inappropriate places.

  And then my brain kicked in. “Protection…”

  He grunted, “I can’t…”

  “Use protection?”

  “Have kids.” A shadow passed over his face.

  I smoothed my fingers over his brow, a twist in my gut. That had not been my intention at all, and I needed to make that right. A moment later, I gave him a smile. “Well, I hope you’re at least clean. I mean…” I licked my lips.

  A pleased little smirk appeared. “Oh, I’m clean.”

  “Good, I plan to do that again.” I wrapped a free hand around his erection and squeezed lightly. Whatever darkness had been in his eyes was instantly gone, replaced by desire.

  Guiding him to me, I spread myself wide to give his narrow hips room, and taunt him with how willing and ready I was for him.

  I felt the lack of him acutely. Which was…new. Different. I had always loved sex, but the lack of him inside me was a new, terrifying, and awesome feeling. I wanted this, him, right now.

  Damn the mosquito bites.

  He was teasing me, rubbing
the firm head of his cock up and down, coating me in my wetness from my delightful warm up orgasm. It made it very easy for him to slide through my folds, and magnified the feel of him there. I waited a moment as he slid again, once, twice—then pushed himself inside my waiting channel.

  I was not to be denied.

  He grunted as he slipped just past the entrance, and I gave him a little squeeze. His grunt turned to a groan and when he looked me, I could swear his eyes were golden.

  “Woman, you…”

  I grinned. “Kegels. I do yoga, too.” I squeezed again.

  “Jesus Christ, keep that up and it’ll be over before I even start.”

  I did it again.

  Jason pushed himself inside me, all the way to his root, in a single smooth motion.

  “Oh, shit, yes.” The words flowed out of me on a breath. I had wanted this so bad, so much since I had seen him standing on the path to the mountain. It felt good, real.

  A devious grin spread across my face, and I squeezed again.

  “Woman!” His lungs pushed all of his air out.

  “Move, Jason. Move. I want to feel you.” It was nearly begging. I needed him. He had to move, or I was going to die—exploding or imploding, I wasn’t even sure.

  He finally complied, pulling his cock out slowly, then torturously moving back in. And again. He dropped his head to my breast, found my nipple and sucked. Hard.

  “Oh, God.” The words were a mantra from then on. His patience wore out for his own game and he started to thrust hard and fast, deep and punishing. I lifted my hips to meet each pump of him inside me. I trembled from head to toe, my pussy quivering and body shaking.

  Devouring one breast before his lips found the other, he went back and forth, sampling, tasting, taking.

  I wanted to come. So much, I wanted to come.

  Snaking a hand down to our joining, I touched my clit and for all the times I had done this, I had never felt myself this hot, this swollen.

  “You gonna come for me, baby?”

  “Yes, yes.” I dusted my finger over my clit and changed my hand position to tease him as he traveled in and out of me. “You’d better come, too.”

  His hips were relentless. He meant each and every thrust into me. His climax drove him.

  “Need you to come,” he huffed. “Come, come around me, Delia. Let me feel you.”

  He nipped the peak of my breast in perfect time with my own tease of my nerves and I flew apart, the orgasm roaring through me. It flashed white hot, consuming all thought, all consciousness. I tipped my head, pushing my breast into him, flexing my hips up to get him deeper and I screamed his name.

  His cum jetted into me before I had barely started my orgasm, and the heat coated me, making everything that much more intense. My name fell off his lips, whispered into the flesh of my breasts.

  I was pretty sure we both passed out.

  When my senses started to clear, I had my face pressed to the warm skin of his shoulder. Somehow, Jason had rolled and pulled me in close. His chest rose and fell with each breath and I just enjoyed the quiet sound of his breathing.

  “You okay, gorgeous?” His voice rumbled in my ear.

  “Mmm.” It was all I could manage.

  He shook with his chuckle. “That good.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Same here.”

  I moved so my chin was resting on him and I could see his eyes. “Never, have I ever, had an orgasm like that. It was…primitive. Thrilling.”

  With a waggle of his eyebrows, I knew I was in trouble. “Thrilling, eh?”

  “Don’t stroke your ego, McGarrigal.”

  “I’ll leave the stroking to you.”

  5

  I walked up the front steps of my house, wondering if the hand print was still on my cheek.

  It sure felt like it.

  Cora looked up from books and shot out of her seat. “What the hell, Jason? Why do you look like someone stole your puppy?”

  How did I even begin to tell my little sister this story? I had basically sold my puppy off and was never allowed to have a shred of happiness again.

  “I pissed off my mate.”

  Her voice dropped and she stared at me. “The fuck.”

  “Yeah, I kind of met my mate today. And at the same time, really pissed her off.”

  “What did you do, you stupid male?”

  “So, are you…um. Busy tomorrow night?”

  Hello, awkward teenager. I didn’t know how to ask a woman out. It had been forty years since my last serious girlfriend.

  That had ended in a disaster and her fleeing to the lower 48 in about a day.

  Delia grinned, and damn it, I wanted her again. Passing out from amazing sex on the mountain wasn’t enough, apparently. Nor were the four quickies we had on the way back down.

  We were walking back to the parking lot and our hands were brushing, but not quite connecting. It was frustrating and finally, I just grabbed her hand.

  She didn’t fight me.

  “I’m not. Are you asking me out?”

  “I am.”

  “I don’t remember this being so awkward when I was younger,” she said with a smirk.

  “Yeah, me either.”

  Except my younger had been in the Nineteen-Fifties. Poodle skirts and bobby socks, and girls willing to do just about anything as long as they were home by ten-thirty. Whatever people said about the Fifties being innocent had never been in the back of daddy’s Ford Fairlane on a Saturday night.

  “So, there’s a great restaurant near the whale watching piers and the whales have all calved for the season. Want to have dinner with me?”

  Her face lit up. “Of course.”

  I let out a breath. “Good. Awesome. Do you want me to pick you up or…”

  “I’m staying at the St. Terese Compound right now, while we deal with the coyotes and the cabin.”

  I froze. “You are?”

  “Yeah, I’m camped out at Patrick Pauler’s house.”

  My wolf did not like that. “Why there?”

  “Because there’s me and four friends and we didn’t want to put anyone out. I’m thinking about going back to the cabin after the last few nights, though.”

  Even more riled wolf. I had pull him in. “What do you mean?”

  “Oh, Patrick yes!” She was mimicking someone else, and I laughed. “They’re all over each other. It’s something in the air up here, isn’t it? Turning us all into insatiable women.”

  None of the men I knew would complain.

  “Delia, I’m going to refund the fees.”

  She stopped dead. “What?”

  “I’m going to refund the excursion.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, I don’t think it’s right I charge you—”

  She yanked her hand out of mine. “Don’t say it, Jason. Don’t do it.”

  I looked around. “What? We were more than a little off track up there and since we—”

  “And she slapped you.” Cora folded her arms. “Serves you right.”

  What?

  “What?”

  “You called her a whore.”

  “I did not!”

  Cora rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. I followed, my hands straight out begging for an explanation. She ignored me, and pulled two beers from the fridge. Uncapping them, she put one on one side of the table and one on the other.

  I was told to sit without saying so many words.

  “You’re an idiot, big brother. You should have just left the money alone.”

  “I was trying to be nice.”

  “You’re seventy-nine years old and you still don’t get this? When it comes to money and women, don’t ever mention money. If you wanted to refund her, which you shouldn’t, by the way, you should not have said anything. By offering her the refund and sighting what I assume was a tryst on the way, you called her a whore. That she could be bought for sex.”

  “But she paid me.”

  “Does not matt
er. Not at all. If she paid you, you paid her, you brought up a dutch bill. You brought money into sex and that’s implying that you paid for it somehow.”

  I rubbed my cheek. So I had really deserved that. “I didn’t mean to, at all. She’s my mate and I didn’t…”

  “Didn’t think. Like all men, big brother.”

  “Well, shit. Now what do I do?”

  “You need to find her and apologize. Probably with some phenomenal cunnilingus.”

  “Oh, I don’t need my little sister talking about sex.”

  She leveled a finger at me. “You asked. Where is she staying?”

  “Patrick’s house.”

  Her eye brows shot up. “She’s one of the Yéil women?”

  “What?” Now I was really confused. “The Yéil clan is dead.”

  Cora’s excitement had her bouncing in the chair. “You didn’t hear! There is group of women repairing the cabin. One of them bought the place from Harrison Opperdine, for an obscene amount of money.”

  “Bought it? But it’s only supposed to be…”

  “Right! From Yéil to Yéil .”

  “So, one of them is a Yéil?” My eyes grew wide. That would be amazing if the clan could come back.

  “Just one. What’s your mate’s name?”

  “Madeline LaPlage.”

  “Not her. It’s the one named Brandy. She’s descended from one of the two brothers who escaped.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “And Brandy has no idea, does she?”

  The bounce left her. “No. None at all. The Alpha was careful in getting all of the information out of her. She doesn’t know. She remembers her grandfather though, and he was the younger Yéil .”

  “Where is she staying?”

  “With the Alpha.”

  I nodded. It made sense. It was the safest place for her. Martin and Garrett would be the best teachers for her when the time came.

  “Your mate is staying with Patrick Pauler.”

  “Yes, I know.”

  “Good. Go find flowers, bring them to her, apologize profusely, and never bring up money again until you two are ready to fully mate and mingle your finances.”

  I took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I have that kind of time.”

  Cora dropped her head. “Jesus Christ, Jason. You don’t have to do this to yourself. She’s not going to hate you because you’re not Garrett Pauler wealthy. Not everyone here is.”