her wet core, sliding back and forth. The pleasure built higher and higher, cresting over her as a shuddering cry wrung from her throat.
Jarrett pulled away, fastening her jeans. The swirls of darkness vanished from his eyes. The chiseled angles of his face did not soften, but hardened with purpose.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, slowly licked them. âMy mouth on you. Soon, Ariel. You will be in my bed. What you felt is nothing compared to the pleasure Iâll bring you.â
Desire became a hot, throbbing need singing through her body. She could smell her own arousal, feel her bodyâs natural glow pulse like an aura, harmonizing with the natural cycle of life.
Then he glanced past her and swore softly.
Onto the porch came his men, tension knotting every muscle in their bodies. They looked feral and wild as they stared at Ariel.
Sam, the largest and strongest, snarled. His eyes were filled with hard lust. He reached out and she saw claws emerge from his fingertips. Jarrett snarled back, his wolf rising to the surface. Fresh panic raced through Ariel. The sweet moment of loving faded in light of the ferocious males. Jarrett released her, pushed her behind him, using his body as a shield.
Sam raised his hands as if to strike. Jarrettâs own claws emerged. Both men were heavily muscled, but Jarrett had the advantage of height. Ariel knew he could hurt Sam badly. She saw him look at her, torment swirling in his eyes.
Hurting Sam to protect her would shatter Jarrett. Ariel whipped her head around, spotted a few of the women in the distance. She screamed for them.
Both Sam and Jarrett hesitated.
The women raced toward the cabin. Dina was first, bounding up the steps, pushing past the throng of sullen men until she reached her mate.
âPlease Sam. Look at me. At me. I need you.â
Dinaâs soft, musical voice eased the tension. Both men seemed to struggle with their frenzied emotions, the need to protect finally overriding the demanding animal instinct to fight and possess.
Dina approached the big male and laid a hand on Samâs forearm. He quivered and shuddered. It was like watching a small, delicate woman pet a tiger. âPlease Sam. Donât do it. Itâs Jarrett, our leader and your friend.â
Sam turned to Dina, his jaw working. âI want you, Dina. Damnit, I need you. This is killing me.â
âWe promised. We made a vow never to break the pack rules. You know we canât risk loving each other until Jarrett gives us an heir. Itâs the law.â
âI canât wait.â Samâs jaw became granite, his gaze glittering with misery and sexual need. âItâs getting worse.â
Dina stroked his cheek, her own misery apparent. âWe must.â
Slowly he eased out a breath, then with a gentleness surprising for such a big male, took Dinaâs hand. âI love you,â he whispered.
Arielâs heart ached for the couple. She sagged against the porch railing as the other males filed down the steps, going to their mates. Jarrettâs hands relaxed, but when he turned, his mouth was a narrow slash.
âI canât wait anymore either, Ariel,â he said, his voice rough with emotion. âYou see what this is doing to my people. You must mate with me.â
His touch was gentle, but his eyes filled with purpose as he cupped her cheek. With a sinking feeling, she realized she had fueled his resolve. He could not see past his own urgent need for sex and nudging his people into continuing the cycle of life.
While she had her own need.
Ariel pushed her palms against his hard chest. âI have to return to my people. I need to refuel.â
Rethink. Pull back part of herself, because Jarrett could be overwhelming. Like a swirling tendril of smoke, he could wind himself around her, tighter and tighter until she saw nothing but him, and surrendered to everything he wanted.
While leaving behind her needs.
âYouâre
Jerry B. Jenkins, Chris Fabry