Wolf's Heir

Chapter 1-5

JASSIE STARED INTO the mirror, several hours later. Her makeup was still relatively intact. She smoothed her hair and stared at herself. What did he see? A man that she’d found incredibly attractive had asked to dance with her, and she’d agreed but had excused herself to use the restroom before they danced. She turned around and examined herself from every angle. In the back of her mind, she’d had a plan to meet someone at Gabby’s wedding, and this was her chance to get to know him. She didn’t know why he was staring or what attracted him to her, but this was her chance to be normal for once in her life.

Jassie decided then and there that she was going to sleep with him. She had been waiting to lose her virginity since the day she’d heard of Gabby’s experience doing so. She knew it was going to be uncomfortable. Okay, painful, in Gabby’s words. But she was prepared. She’d had several years to adjust to the idea, after all. The longer she waited, the more nervous she became. This way, she would do it, no one would know, and she could go back to being same old Jassie, but on her own terms. It was just that no one would find out.

From the moment she made up her mind until they reached his hotel room, she was on a high. Was it the champagne? She’d barely had three sips, so it couldn’t have been that. She made it very clear that she wanted to sleep with him. He seemed amused by her straight-forward strategy. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. She’d seen on-screen kissing often enough to know what it entailed. Doing it was another story. When his lips touched hers, she felt a shock ripple through her body and she froze, absorbing it before her own lips began to move, opening for his gently probing tongue.

After his mouth had thoroughly plundered hers, she felt breathless, but she wanted more. There was an unfamiliar heat unfurling between her thighs. She took deep breaths to slow her pulse, but he wasn’t done. And neither was she. She reached up to pull his head down for another kiss when he surprised her by grasping her hips on either side and picking her up to set her on the bed. She pulled him down on top of her and relished in his weight crushing her.

Before she could fully grasp what was about to happen, she was down to a pair of sheer underwear, and he was straining against his fitted boxers. She felt emboldened enough to stroke the outline of his member and jerked her hand away when she heard him suck in his breath.

“Don’t,” he gritted out, squeezing his eyes shut.

Jassie thought she’d done something wrong until he continued, “I won’t last much longer if you keep that up.”

She bit her lip and fought to control her own blatant curiosity of his body. His chest hair was dark, and against her own chest, it felt deliciously good. She couldn’t get enough of it. She lowered her hands to rest near his backside, and he let out a low growl. It reverberated inside her chest.

She shimmied out of the scrap of lace and felt the cool breeze hit her. This was it. Jassie looked at him questioningly. “Okay,” he said in a low voice. “Take mine off, too.”

No problem. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the boxers and lowered them, not breaking their eye contact. His nostrils flared, and she felt the evidence of his desire find her entrance almost immediately. Suddenly, Jassie felt shy. How was she supposed to react? She wanted to close her eyes, but at the same time, she couldn’t look away.

She didn’t want to miss a second of it. She lifted her hips in invitation, and his member fitted itself more snugly against her opening. He nodded. It was as if their bodies were communicating in a secret language that they were struggling to keep up with themselves.

Then she felt a searing pain; her body split in two. They both froze. No! Tears welled up in her eyes and began to spill out.

“You’re a virgin,” he said flatly.

“Yes,” her voice sounded thin to her own ears.

“You should have said something,” he said accusingly. “I would have been a lot gentler.”

“It’s okay,” she lied. Her toes began to curl at the strange sensation that was beginning to slowly build. The heat was returning, and her body began to adjust to the fullness. “It feels better now,” she said more confidently this time.

He eased out, and she panicked. “No, don’t do that!”

He didn’t say anything, but she saw a flash of tenderness in his eyes. He began a slow rhythm of strokes that her body seemed to accept willingly. She closed her eyes briefly as her own hips began to move in time to his dance.

“Open them,” he ordered.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she found his dark eyes staring intently into hers. “Keep them open,” he said again. She nodded, her hands moving to his broad shoulders, and her pale fingers digging into his golden skin. Jassie saw his jaw clench and sweat beading his forehead as he fought for control. The stroking began to pick up pace, their eyes still locked on each other. Jassie began to lose focus, her eyes rolling back from the incredible waves of pleasure that were washing over her.

“Stay with me,” he reminded her.

“Jalen,” she pleaded. Her voice sounded so husky, she didn’t recognize it.

He was easily sliding in and out of her now, and she couldn’t hold back her cries.

“Now.” Jalen gritted out. She felt an immediate surge of pleasure grip her body and a warmth spread through her when he reached his peak seconds later. He collapsed on top of her, and her limbs encircled him involuntarily. Jalen later shifted to her side, his muscular arm around her waist and her legs entwined with his. If she never had a chance to be intimate again, she would be blissful with this one experience, she thought as she drifted to sleep.

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