Primal Law (Alpha Pack #1)(39)

"This is beautiful. Do all of your friends have one?" With one finger, she outlined the design on his right shoulder blade. The silhouette that symbolized his inner beast, ears flat, jaws open, canines ready to shred his enemy.

"Yes. We had them done as sort of a memorial." He thought of how to explain. "When we were attacked by rogue wolf shifters in Afghanistan, most of our squad was killed. We thought the tattoos made a fitting tribute to them, to what we'd become, and how we'd never let our enemies get the best of us again. A ward against evil, I guess."

"Did it work?"

"No," he said softly. Now was not the time to get into the ambush that had wiped out half of the Alpha Pack team and left him crippled. The massacre he was partly responsible for because he'd let the wrong woman past his defenses.

Beryl. Treacherous whore.

The team refused to believe Jax was just as much at fault as Terry. But Jax knew better. Not only had he trusted Beryl, which had led to disaster, but he had a chance to use his gift as a Timebender when he realized who'd betrayed them, and squandered it.

My fault. I own that failure, no one else.

Ruthlessly, he shoved down the horrible guilt and focused on Kira. Her scent, her warmth pressed to his side. He'd never let another woman hold his heart, but his body was another matter. And his burned for the angelic blonde with the innocent blue eyes.

But maybe she wasn't as "innocent" as she appeared.

To her credit, she didn't ask any more questions about the tattoo and from what evil it had failed to protect them. Nor did she ask about the scars marring the flesh on his right leg, though her eyes briefly drifted over them. She continued her journey, mapping his body with those soft hands as though memorizing every hill and valley. Her warm palms skimmed his pecs, teased his ni**les. They poked out for her and he shivered involuntarily, gooseflesh breaking out on his chest and arms.

Laughing quietly, delighted, she ventured lower, fixing her gaze on his straining erection. From the hum of approval as she trailed one finger over its length, she was indeed no blushing innocent in the bedroom. Why did thinking of her with another male make him want to rip something apart? Clamping his mind down on that train of thought, he concentrated on soaking up her attentions.

When she wrapped her fingers around his c**k and gave a couple of strokes, he nearly came like a fifteenyear-old getting his first diddle under the bleachers. "God, Kira," he rasped. "On the bed, before I lose control."

She smirked, appearing very pleased with herself. "What if I want you to?"

"I will, when I'm buried inside you."

The unmistakable scent of lust rolled off her, inciting his wolf to near-mindless excitement. His beast was clawing his gut, howling at him to claim her, and he held the urge at bay with a superhuman effort as he flung back the covers.

She climbed onto the bed and he pounced, flipping her onto her back. Her merry squeal, that inner light radiating from her, did something funny to his insides, but he chose to ignore the feeling. Because if he didn't, he might be forced to acknowledge that she was too good to be here, rolling around with him. And his conscience wasn't welcome at this party.

He suckled and laved her br**sts as she ran her hands over his shoulders and squirmed. Then he headed south, kissing his way down her flat belly, dipped his tongue into her navel and made her giggle. And then lower until he crouched between her thighs, hooked his fingers in her panties, and began to work them down.

She lifted for him a bit and he pulled the peach silk down her legs and off, tossing it away. All humor fled her expression and she spread wide for him, granting him a tantalizing view that made his mouth water.

"Oh, yeah," he murmured.

Crouching low, he nuzzled her mound. Gave her pretty slit a long, slow lick. Damn, she tasted good, sort of sweet, just like her scent. Her flavor was like ambrosia exploding on his tongue and he laved her greedily, his selfish desire to lap up as much of her essence as possible almost equal to his desire to please her.

She squirmed, burying her fingers in his hair and clutching his scalp. He licked every inch and then parted the tender folds, stabbed his tongue into her entrance, f**king the slick channel as her hips began to move, grinding her into his face. God, he loved it!

"Oh! Oh, Jax, yes!"

"Taste so fine, angel." Lick. "So f**kin' sweet, like candy."

Jesus, she was so damned responsive, opening like a flower after the rain. He never knew a woman could be both sweet and sexy, vulnerable and yet a firecracker when treated right.

Latching on to her clit, he suckled until she trembled, started to unravel, and then moved to crouch on his knees between her legs, poised and ready. "You want this?" He wouldn't take any woman for granted. She'd have to let him know what she wanted, with no chance for misunderstanding.

"I do, but . . ." She hesitated, uncertainty clouding her gaze.

"I can't get any sexually transmitted diseases, nor pass any to you," he said. "And I couldn't make you pregnant unless we were mated. We're still learning about our kind, but the doctors have confirmed that much. I would never risk a lover by not being sure."

Kira nodded, looking relieved. "All right, then. Yes, please."

"Please what? Say it."

She flushed but didn't look away. Her voice was thick with desire. "I want you inside me. Now."