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She could hear the confusion in his voice. A need to understand what was not understandable.
“I want to touch you too, Jacob,” she told him fiercely. “It is my right to touch you. My need. ”
“I won’t rape you in the front seat of this damned vehicle, Faith. ” His hands clenched at her thighs, almost bruising in their strength.
“So you can only rape me in a bed?” she taunted him.
“I can only control you in one it seems. ” She could hear the frustration building in his voice.
Faith bit at her lower lip, watching him with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Was he angry at her? If he was, who the hell cared? She had needs as well. As her mate, he was required to satisfy those needs, and she was tired of waiting on him.
“Are you certain you can control me there, Jacob?” she asked him softly, watching him, filled with a sense of power, of knowledge. Her fingers raked over his tight abdomen, her female soul reveled in his harsh, indrawn breath.
“I could tie you to it. ” His voice was raspy, desperate.
“Hmm,” she breathed out, licking her lips slowly. “Now that sounds interesting. But where would your sense of challenge come in?”
He grunted, trapping her hands as the nails scraped over a sensitive spot.
“Should there be a challenge?” he asked her as her fingers wiggled beneath his, releasing several of the buttons to his shirt.
His muscles jerked as her fingers stroked lightly over his flesh.
“God, Faith. Have mercy,” he groaned, his hand tightening on hers.
“Mercy?” she asked him rocking against his hips, caressing his cock through their clothing. “What is mercy, Jacob?”
Where had her mercy been in the last six years? Her eyes narrowed as she remembered the nights she had spent longing for him, her cunt soaked and weeping as she fought for some small measure of satisfaction.
He groaned, his head falling back against the seat once again as the heat of her body rocked against him. For indescribable minutes he arched against her, giving her maximum sensation, wedging his cock tighter, harder against the notch of her thighs.
“Faith, you are teasing the wrong man,” he told her, his voice deepening, darkening. “Your power only extends to the limits of my control. ”
“And you think I cannot handle your loss of control, Jacob?” she asked him, her fingers releasing several more buttons so she could spread the shirt apart, revealing the heavy muscles of his chest.
Unable to control herself, Faith’s head lowered, her need to taste him, to caress him now paramount. She blew gentle breaths over the smooth flesh, then ran her tongue in a moist trail around the flat, darker area of his nipple.
She felt his body stiffen, heard the low growl in his throat as he fought for control. His hands clenched at her thighs, then moved higher, dragging her shirt up her stomach, his hands running a path to her breasts.
“I will retaliate, Faith,” he promised her, groaning. “I refuse to lay back, my control a sacrifice to your explorations. ”
Faith smiled, her lips brushing closer to the hard nub of his male nipple. He had nearly come out of his seat when her fingers had touched him. What would he do if her mouth surrounded him, as he did to her?
“Faith, do not do it,” his voice was heavy with warning as she brushed closer, her tongue swiping around the darkened area.
“Why?” she murmured against his chest, her hands laying flat on the bunched muscles of his abdomen. “Tell me, Jacob, why should I show you mercy, when I have been given none?”
His eyes speared into hers. She saw a maelstrom of emotions, conflicting needs and regrets in his expression. His hands rose, cupping her face with a tenderness she had never though Jacob capable of.
“Had I ever known how you suffered, had I suspected it, Faith, I would have ignored the dictates of my conscience and our Pack Leader to have you with me. But God’s truth, Faith, I thank God I did not know. For the horrors you would have seen would have shredded your soul. ”
As they had shredded his. Faith stilled, seeing the pain, the horror of his memories as they clouded his eyes, darkened his expression.
“Perhaps, Jacob,” she said sadly, painfully. “Perhaps your mistake was your lack of faith in me. To shred my soul, you would have to take my anchor. Had I been with you, that anchor would have been secure. ”
She moved from his lap now, breathing roughly, aware that the pain of both their pasts twisted between them, dulling the edge of lust with bitterness. “As it was, there was no anchor, no mate, nothing but a memory, or a dream. I was never certain which. ” With trembling fingers she re-buttoned her pants, shaking from her lusts and the emotional storm swirling between them.
He started to speak. She looked at his face, saw his indecision, the words coming to his lips, and she knew she had to escape. God help her if he apologized for that hour in the Lab, or if he expressed his regret. There had been so little for her to hold onto over the years. If that was taken as well, she didn’t know if she could bear the blow.
