I want to please you.
Her words were like a dart straight to his heart. Had Elena ever said anything like that? He didn’t think so.
He reached down, took hold of Winona’s hand, increased the pressure, sucking in a breath when she got it right. “Yeah. Like that.”
He held himself still, letting her set the pace, watching as she got used to the feel of him, the sight of her hand on his cock almost as arousing as her touch. Stroke upon stroke, she built the rhythm until he couldn’t help but thrust into her fist.
He caught her hand. “Stop.”
He didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming up short when she needed him.
He tore open the condom with his teeth, rolled it over his erection, then grasped Winona’s hips. “Come here.”
She moved up his body until she was positioned just above his cock, her palms on his chest for balance. He held himself in place for her, watching as she took him inside her, inch by inch, the two of them moaning in unison.
Sweet Jesus.
She felt so good, her body clenching around him, hot and slippery and tight. He willed himself to relax, let the tension in his muscles go. He wanted this to be good for her, too, and that meant he needed to last.
He held his hips still, giving her time to adjust to him being inside her, focusing instead on those beautiful breasts, the weight of them, the lush feel of them, the pebbled velvet of her dark nipples.
Then she began to move, rocking her hips slowly, grinding herself against him, her eyes drifting shut, her lips parting on a soft moan.
Hell, yeah.
What she was doing would keep him hard, but it wouldn’t make him come. That was a good thing as far as he was concerned. Besides, it turned him on to see her so turned on, to watch her using his body for her pleasure, to see delight on her face again. She was so responsive, his every touch drawing a reaction, her nipples drawing tighter, goosebumps rising on her skin, sweet little sighs and moans.
Yeah, he could do this all night.
She was breathing faster now, her lips parted, her brow furrowed.
He slid his hands down her body, savoring the feel of her—her ribcage, her narrow waist, the soft curve of her hips. Then he pressed against her dark curls with both thumbs, applying pressure just above her clit.
Her eyes flew open. “Oh … yes.”
Her head fell back on a moan, silken strands tickling his thighs, her hips moving faster, his cock buried deep inside her. She was getting close now, every muscle in her body tense, her nails biting into his chest, every exhale ending with a moan.
He was so turned on that his hips instinctively bucked, and she moaned. He thrust upward again and was rewarded with another throaty moan. He thrust again—and she shattered, coming with a cry, ecstasy shining on her face.
Jason stayed with her until her climax passed. She sank against him, her cheek on his chest, her body languid, her hair spilling over them both. He gave her a moment, ran his fingers along her spine, kissed her hair, the feel of her precious in his arms.
She raised her head, smiled, kissed him.
In a single move, Jason rolled her onto her back, his cock still inside her.
She gave a little gasp of surprise, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. “Is the Shadow Wolf going alpha on me now?”
He could tell from the way her pupils dilated that she liked that idea.
He ducked down, gently bit one nipple. “Oh, angel, I’m always the alpha.”
He flexed his hips, thrust into her, going slowly at first, then building an easy rhythm, wanting to savor this. Oh, but she felt so good, so fucking good, her body gripping him like a fist, the first hint of orgasm uncoiling inside him.
Winona met him thrust for thrust, her moans urging him on, one of her hands clenched in the sheets, the other gripping his shoulder. He willed himself to relax, to focus on her, grazing her clit with his cock, grinding himself against her—anything to slow him down and give her what she needed.
Oh, Winona…
God, she was too much. Soft curves … musk… tight heat.
Lust for her thrummed in his chest, his control unraveling thread by thread, his body trapped on that razor’s edge, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.
She cried out his name, arching off the bed as she came, her muscles clenching around him. And the last thread of Jason’s control snapped.
With a groan, he drove into her again and again, his mind blank, instinct taking over. In the next heartbeat, it hit him, climax burning through him, molten and radiant, the bliss of it consuming him, leaving him to lie spent, his head against her breast.
Winona lay in Jason’s arms, deliciously drowsy, her leg tucked between his, her head on his chest, her body replete. She traced a finger along the furrow that bisected his abdomen, his heart beating slow and steady beneath her cheek, his fingers lazily stroking the length of her spine.
When had a man left her feeling so satiated, so safe?
Never. That’s when.
The first time she’d had sex, she’d been sixteen. Nathan had been a sweet boy, but sex had hurt and had made her bleed. Then Chaska, who’d been home from college, heard Nathan bragging to friends about taking her virginity and had threatened to kill him. Chaska had also driven her to a clinic to get the morning-after pill—and had made her swear never to have unprotected sex again until she found her half-side.
She’d been more cautious in college. During her sophomore year, she’d met a boy named Mitch, who was also a biology major. She’d ended their relationship when he’d yelled at her for confronting his roommate, who’d kept calling her Pocahontas.
She’d met Kyle in vet school. They spent a year together, Winona helping him with bio-chem until he dropped out of the program and transferred to an art school in another state. Two months later, he’d called to tell her he’d met someone new. She’d been surprised to realize she felt not heartbreak, but only relief.
She’d thought sex with Mitch and Kyle had been good—until tonight. Now she realized she’d had no idea what good sex truly was.
Jason had given her more than he’d taken. He’d put her pleasure first. He’d protected her by using a condom without being asked.
“Thank you, Jason.” She didn’t realize she’d spoken aloud until she heard herself.
He kissed her hair. “For what?”
“I’ve never come three times before.”
He raised his head, looked down at her. “You’re kidding me.”
“No.” She’d never been given enough time. But that’s not what truly mattered tonight. “Thanks for making me feel safe.”
He rolled onto his side, cupped her cheek with one big hand. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you again. We’ll take care of this. We’ll catch this bastard, and Nate and I will set you up with a good security system. I don’t want you to be afraid anymore.”
She had to ask. “Why? Why are you doing all of this for me?”
“I’ve met too many Native women who’ve been hurt in this world. I can’t know what you’ve been through and not want to help.”
His answer disappointed her.
“So, this is just political—help your Native sister with her security issues and ply her with fantastic sex to take her mind off the bad guys?”