RED ROCK SHIFTERS

Chapter Three

“I’m not interested,” I told him as I backed away slowly. He was suddenly off the bed and moving towards me. I hadn’t even seen him move.

“You haven’t heard my offer yet,” he said with a laugh and I shook my head anyway.

“Don’t need to. I’m still not interested,” I told him but he didn’t stop coming closer. Suddenly I found the wall at my back and my eyes widened as he kept coming and I realised that I had nowhere to run.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” he breathed as he came to a stop inches from me.

“Does it turn you on? Going after someone you can’t have?” I asked brazenly and he frowned at that as he reached out one hand to brush my hair back from my face.

“No, but for some reason you do.”

I caught my breath at his admission. It was like he hadn’t wanted me to know that but hadn’t been able to help himself at the same time.

“Why do you want me?” I asked. He had probably hundreds of girls that wanted him so why was he chasing me when I had made it clear that I didn’t want him?

“Hell if I know. But I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you,” he confessed and then he dipped his head and claimed my lips.

His kiss was gentle and persuasive, I found my lips opening for him without me making any conscious decision to do it. I pressed closer to him and he was happy to oblige as he lifted me against his broad frame. I pressed closer against him. I didn’t know what it was about Jace but I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath. I had never felt this kind of desperation before but I never wanted it to end.

He pulled his mouth away from mine and I thought that maybe he was finally thinking clearly and going to put a stop to what was obviously a bad idea. Instead he turned his head and tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. His lips pressed against my neck and he trailed kisses down to my collarbone. I had never realised how sensitive my neck could be and I squirmed against him. I could feel the arrogant bastard smiling against my skin and I wanted to make him pay for tying me up in so many goddamn knots.

Reaching between us I undid the button on his jeans and slid my hand inside. I wasn’t hampered by any underwear as apparently he went commando, a man after my own heart. My questing hands found their goal almost immediately and he sucked in a breath as I trailed my fingers over the length of him. I was all ready to exact my revenge on him for the way he was making me feel but before I could he grabbed my hand and dragged it above my head. He caught the other one too and with his strength he was easily able to hold them above me with one hand while the other one carried on exploring my body. I both hated and loved him at the same time. I wanted him so much that it was hurting and I hated that he wouldn’t be as selfish as every other lover I’d had. Why couldn’t he be the kind of man that would throw me down on the bed and screw me before screwing me over? Why did he actually have to take the time and make me feel everything. Taking this kind of considering would only make me feel more towards him than I should.

“Please,” I gasped as his lips trailed further down to the top of my tank where I knew my breasts would be heaving with the exertion. He didn’t even spare me a glance as he released my hands only long enough to whip my tank top off before he caught them again and pinned them above my head once again.

“Patience,” he ordered and I fought the urge to kick him.

His head dipped and his mouth was suddenly on my breast before I could decide one way or another. The thought was lost to sensation as he rolled my nipple with his tongue and I gasped as pleasure hit me hard. Fuck me, I hadn’t realised that I was capable of such intense feelings before the main event.

My thoughts and feelings were suddenly all rolled in to one intense craving, for Jace. I wanted him inside of me, now. But he had no intention of letting this be over so soon. He didn’t even take the time to look at me, instead he let his mouth do the talking for him.

His mouth moved to my other breast and delivered the same assault of sensations there while his hand moved to the tops of my panties as he teased me with the prospect of what was to come. I thrust my hips forward as a begging invitation to take what I was offering. Instead he withdrew his hand and I actually whimpered at that. I knew by his cocky grin that he had heard that damn sound of my weakness too.

“Please,” I begged. I hated to beg but I hated feeling this urge and not having anything to take care of it more. He didn’t even have the decency to free my hands so I could take care of it myself.

Apparently begging was the right move though as he took pity on me. His mouth continued to kiss and suck my breast before moving back to the other one. I was certain that at some point he would be leaving his mark as it was the shifter way but at this point I didn’t care. All I wanted was some relief. He seemed more inclined to give me that now as his hand slid my panties down my legs and I was more than happy to oblige as I lifted my legs to help him remove them. He didn’t need any more prompting as his hand finally travelled to where I most wanted it. He continued to tease me as his fingers danced around the spot where I most wanted them. I actually growled at him and felt his chuckle as it caused vibrations to my skin.

Then, just when I had almost given up on him ever giving me some relief, his finger entered me and was quickly joined by another. I gasped, I moaned and I tried desperately to hold in my screams of pleasure as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of me.

His mouth continued to play havoc up top while his fingers fucked me below and I was unable to even move my hands as I writhed and bucked with the pleasure that built within me.

“Let go,” he breathed against me and I let out my scream of complete and utter pleasure as sensation flung me in to the abyss where all I knew was that pleasure. I rode the wave of intense sensations and he prolongued the moment. When the abyss threw me back out again I found myself collapsed against Jace as I struggled to control my breathing. He had finally released my arms and was holding me against him with one hand under my ass and the other stroking soothing circles along my back.

“Fuck,” was all I could manage to say and he gave a husky chuckle as he picked me up and carried me over to the bed.

“It’s not for one night,” he told me and then the bastard left.

I seriously couldn’t believe it for a second. I lay there certain that he would come back but after ten minutes I had to acknowledge that he wasn’t coming back. That fucking manipulative bastard. He got me all worked up and then only finished half the job? He may have given me the best damn orgasm I’d ever had but I had wanted him inside me or at least to let me return the favour. Instead he’d walked out and was now expecting me to see him again.

He could piss off.

I’d meant what I said. I wasn’t looking for forever and especially not with him, no matter how good he was. I wasn’t planning on sticking around here too long and I knew already that one good night with Jace wouldn’t be enough. I couldn’t risk having a long term relationship with him.

I stayed where I was on the bed as I relaxed and drifted off to sleep with my thoughts full of Jace and his amazingly talented hands. It wasn’t until the next morning that I realised I hadn’t had a single dark thought about my past. It was the only time I could ever remember not having nightmares when I slept. Instead I fell in to a deep sleep and when I dreamed it was of Jace. His mouth and hands tormenting me even in sleep.