on the table, pressing his cock, still straining against the fabric of his pants, against the ache between her legs. Her wolf whimpered for him to go faster, to take her now.
“God, I need you, Arianna,” he said hoarsely. “Now and again and again. Forever.”
“Take me,” was all she could manage to get out before his mouth found her breasts and his hand slipped between her legs. Her words became moans and then gasps as he pulsed pleasure through her body like only he knew how to do. She grasped at his pants, trying to clear the last of his clothing, and when his cock finally sprung free, she wanted nothing more than to take it into her mouth and pleasure him the way he was pleasuring her. But he wouldn’t allow it.
He held her tight to the edge of the table and thrust into her, gasping as he did so. The table cried out in protest just as she cried out in pleasure. The fullness of him, the hot shocks of heat that raced through her with every pound against the table… it quickly crashed an orgasm through her. She clawed at his back, arching hers in pleasure and gasping her way through it. As it peaked, she kept calling his name, and he kept murmuring my love, my love, you’re mine, over and over. It was such sweet music to her ears, filling her with such lightness, she scarcely could breathe. He kept going, building to his own climax, and his touch on her, stroking her with his fingers while filling her with his cock, was quickly building another orgasm inside her, tight and low and hot.
She cried his name again as she came, and his groans matched hers. Then he slowed, but didn’t stop, the steady beat, working her body with his. When she could breathe again, she held onto him tight and whispered, “What you do to me, Jak…”
He pulled back to look in her eyes but still slowly stroked into her body. “And what do I do to you, Ms. Stefan?”
She was still breathless—with pleasure, with the look of love in his eyes. “Everything.”
“Not everything.” He grinned. “Not yet. I still have an hour.”
She laughed, lightly, but that was soon lost in the joining of their bodies, hot and hard and secret among the dusty tomes of forgotten books.
Jak was everything to her: freedom, pleasure, hope.
Soon, all of it would be hers forever.
Saturday night. The ceremony. Time to kill Mace.
Only… not quite yet.
Normally, Gage and Mace would have their submission ceremonies in different parts of the Olympic mountains. There was no love lost between the brothers, no reason to have a family ceremony. But this time, they were staying at the estate, which meant carving out different sections of the sprawling landscape in order to still have a sense of separation. Gage’s pack would meet at the south end of the main house, Mace on the north, in the clearing near his house. Jak had gotten all the details of how Mace normally ran the ceremony from Arianna, and he wasn’t surprised to find it different from the way Gage ran things.
Jak’s alpha always used the submission ceremony as a time to draw the pack together. Even Gage’s two mates were brought into it, with everyone submitting to their alpha under the full moon at the same time. Then, the pack usually ran, including the females, in some sort of game, bonding them further together. Later, after the festivities, Jak was sure Gage went home to claim each of his mates… maybe in turn, maybe together. That part was none of the pack’s business, and Gage never made it so. It was private.
Apparently Mace’s goal was to humiliate everyone.
According to Arianna, Mace fought each of the three members of his pack—Beck, Alric, and Thomas—individually in a sparring match. They started human then shifted, wrestling, biting, drawing blood… eventually, when Mace had pummeled them sufficiently and had their throats in his mouth, they would submit. He would take each of their submissions in turn. When all the fighting was done, and Mace had a hard-on the size
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