Page 30 of Bad Blood Wolf

Brody’s thrusts grew faster and stronger, sending her up to the edge again. He leaned over her, one arm on the futon next to her, one hand caressing her breasts, his lips moving on the back of her neck.

“Oh, yeah,” he was whispering. “So beautiful. So hot and sweet.”

She could feel his climax building along with her own, the tension in his body, the gasp of his breath, the thunder of his heartbeat. Finally he gave one last deep thrust, then wrapped his arm around her waist. He sat back on his heels with her on his lap, still inside her, teeth lightly gripping her neck, fingers sliding down to caress her clit.

They exploded together, completely undone, their minds full of nothing but heat and skin, pounding blood and cascading emotion.

It took a long time for them to come down. At some point, Jasmin became aware that she was twined around Brody, wrapped in his arms, head on his chest.

It took another minute for her to realize that low, vibrating rumble she felt was her jag. Purring.

Underneath that she could hear his heart beating—a slow comforting rhythm. He ran his fingers lightly down her back to the curve of her hip, and back up again, as if memorizing her contours.

Out of the blue, he said, “I want to spend the day with you tomorrow.”

Jasmin felt herself tense, and willed her muscles to relax again. “Why?”

Brody gave a little huff of laughter. “Geez,” he said. “I suck at relationships, but I’m going to look like a star next to you.”

She curved her fingers, letting her claws out the tiniest bit and pricking his chest. “No need to be insulting.”

“Fine,” he said. “I will explain the complex intricacies of relationships. I want to get to know you better. Meet your crew.”

“My crew is insane, loyal, good-hearted, fucked-up, and homicidal. And one of them is obsessed with Christmas. There. Now you don’t need to meet them.”

Brody went on as if she hadn’t spoken. “I want to eat with you, and annoy you by stealing food off your plate. Walk with you in the woods. Kiss you under some mistletoe. Take you out for ice cream. Just… I don’t know.” A serious note crept into his voice. “I want to keep trying to figure out what this is, that makes me feel so damned good when I’m near you.”

His voice grew softer. “And makes me feel like I don’t want to leave you.”

She felt good when she was near him, too. Too good. This was probably the way her mother had gotten sucked in, and her grandmother and all the jaguar women before her.

She should say no. Make him go, make him give her space. But when she opened her mouth, what came out was, “We’ll see.”

Brody kissed her hair gently and didn’t say anything more, but she could tell he was disappointed. She could also tell he wasn’t giving up. The White Tornado never gave up. He just locked his jaws and held on until his opponent tapped out.

His jaws were locked on her now. Too bad for him, her jag would never submit. She didn’t know why that knowledge suddenly made her sad.