Lilith's POV
My ears are ringing.
His? How can Jarek be so sure?
Kieran's scent sets me on fire too...Or...could werewolves have multiple mates?
The thought is cut off as his scorching hand lands on my thigh. He flips me effortlessly, my back pressed against his heaving chest.
His throat bobs as he swallows, the sound close to my ear.
His hands burn through my stockings, igniting every nerve.
"Genius move," he growled, giving my thigh a sharp smack. "these stockings. So fucking sexy."
His fingers hooked under the lace trim, stretching it before letting it snap back against my skin. The sting sent a jolt straight to my tailbone.
"I didn't--" I shrink, voice shaking, "wear them for this--"
He chuckles against my ear. "Don't care. I love 'em." His fingers press between my legs, grazing my panties. "Now spread. Honey."
My muscles tense, but my body obeys before my brain catches up.
His voice is rough, needy. "No thighs today."
I barely process his words before his cock slams against my pussy, still covered by the stockings.
"A-ah!" I cry out.
His hand grips my neck, "Watch," he ordered, forcing me to look down at where we meet.
And God help me, I did.
His erection moved in ruthless strokes. The head rubs my clit, then presses against my entrance, stopped each time by the fabric.
He thrusts harder, like he's trying to tear through, but he holds back just enough.
"Fuck..." His hips snapped harder, the fabric straining.
His tip leaks, mixing with my own wetness, soaking the stockings until they glisten in the dark car.
I can't look anymore, slumping against the window, letting him take over.
His rough hand yanks up my shirt, unhooking my bra, grabbing my breast. His thumb circled my nipple while his other fingers returned to my clit, pinching just right--
"Mmph...ngh..." I tremble, soft whimpers spilling from my throat.
The car's a cage, locking us away from the world.
All I smell is him--his Alpha scent, my arousal, the faint musk of torn leather seats.
It's my whole universe, every other sense gone.
Honk--
A horn blares, snapping me back. I vaguely hear him open the partition window,.
"Take the outer loop."
Even now, he was sending me home--just choosing the longest possible route.
The driver doesn't question him. "Yes, sir."
The car swerves, the force throwing me into him. His hips surge, his cock nearly breaking through the stockings.
"Ah!" I gasp, caught off guard.
He clamps a hand over my mouth, soothing, "Relax, I promised I wouldn't break through."
I nod, and he releases me, kissing me deeply, his barbed tongue claiming my mouth.
When he pulls back, he says, "Good girl. Everyone would love your moans, but they're mine alone."
Logic drowned under the need coiling in my gut.
My legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass. "Hurry...please...," I begged against his lips.
His tail--when had that slipped free?--wrapped under me, tilting my hips for deeper friction.
No more teasing. Just relentless, perfect strokes matching the car's rhythm.
Each thrust pushes me higher, pleasure building, blood racing.
I cling tighter, almost begging him to go inside, to claim me fully.
His name tore from my throat as his teeth grazed my bonding spot--
"Lilith." A growl. A warning.
Then heat flooded my inner thighs as he pulled back just in time, stripes of release painting my skin.
I was still shuddering when the scent hit me--Alpha, potent, possessive--cutting through the haze.
"Clean it...quick..." I push at Jarek, still looming over me. His scent is too strong--I don't trust the partition to block it.
Jarek just smirked, peeling the ruined stockings off with obscene care. "Scared someone'll know you're covered in me?"
He dragged a tissue between my legs, the rough glide somehow worse than direct touch.
I glare at him, no real threat behind it, and he laughs harder, pocketing the tissues and pulling me close. "Relax, the ventilation'll clear it out."
I open my mouth to argue, but he buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply.
"Perfect," he murmured, canines scraping the swollen mark. "You smell like mine."