Semua Bab Claimed by the Wildwoods Pack: Her Triad Fate : Bab 311 - Bab 320

Becca finished the last of her burger, chewing slowly as her mind raced. Shifter Neanderthals need not apply. Those were her words to Lyssa just hours earlier. Ironic how Jaylon swore he was none of the above using the same word—Neanderthal.Shifter males were rock-hard by nature, and not just when it came to their man parts. She shook her head. Single-minded. Pigheaded, even. Especially when it came to females. Her lips pursed, wondering what Jaylon would say when he found she was the Prowl Leader of her Leap.If it was anyone else, she’d expect the fur to fly, but despite Jaylon’s chauvinistic moment, her gut told her he wasn’t a typical shifter male—not in that way, and not that she would tell him. Nor would she admit her inner cat was the only reason he got a chance at redemption.Feline purr power or not, the jury was still out on the Alpha male wolf—especially since it was hard keeping her focus with him close enough to kiss. She didn’t need the odds stacked any more in his favo

“Oh God, Becca. You’re even sweeter than I hoped.”He dragged his tongue from her ass to her hard nub, swirling her rigid core before biting down.“Come for me, Becca.”He slid three fingers between her wet folds, curling them into her.He worked her clit with his mouth and her spot with one hand as the other reached for her breasts.Becca shoved the camisole’s thin straps from her shoulders and pushed the cotton top to her waist. She covered Jaylon’s hand and worked her nipples along with him.He sucked her swollen clit, grazing his teeth along the hard bead, and Becca’s head dropped between her shoulders.Need coiled in a tight knot, and she lifted her hips, grinding herself farther into his mouth. Breath locked in her throat as pleasure exploded, waves rocking her inside out.Panting, she dug her fingers into Jaylon’s hair. “You tasted me, now it’s my turn.”He lifted his head from her spent body, and she nodded, licking her lips as she scrambled to her knees on the end of the bed.

“Wait—he’s the guy you chose to match me with?” Becca gasped.Jaylon met Becca’s skepticism with a disgruntled scowl. “He’s the guy? Jeez, Becca. Fickle much? You didn’t have a problem when you left the train station with me this afternoon, and you didn’t have a problem when we went to lunch—or anything we did together.”High color invaded Becca’s neck and cheeks. Jaylon’s insinuation was loud and clear—not only to her, but to anyone within earshot. Claws burned in her fingertips. Kiss and tell? Neanderthal shifter jerk. Try kissing and killing.“It’s not the same, Jaylon. I didn’t come into the city to pick up some random dude. I came to meet Ms. Wilder because I had no choice. My Leap and our council need me to marry. When I met you, it was my last stand before I bound myself to a loveless political alliance.”“Last stand? Oh, please. You mean a one-night stand.”The muscle in his jaw clenched. “And for the record, I never suggested that. I said the opposite, in fact.”Bec shook her

“Good morning, beautiful.” Jaylon spooned behind Becca and nuzzled her hair.Half awake, Becca smiled, curling more to fit his shape. “Good morning to you, too, handsome.”“You smell absolutely amazing. All warm and cozy. I could stay wrapped in bed with you all day.”“Movies and room service, then?” she replied.Lifting his free hand from her waist, he slid her hair from her shoulder and kissed the gentle curve to her throat. “Mmmm, yes, and everything that goes with it under the covers. That’s my idea of a perfect date.”She lifted her chin, giving him better access. “Been there, done that, wolf boy. Don’t you think it’s time we left the hotel and actually did stuff together? You know, as part of the getting-to-know-one-another process?”He blew a raspberry against her shoulder. “We have been getting to know each other.”“I meant more than just how our private parts fit together. How about plan B?”His lips spread in a teasing grin. “Give credit where credit’s due, babe.” He pressed

“Rise and shine, Valentine.” Jaylon nibbled on Becca’s ear, whispering.Her eyes opened and she rolled over with a stretch. “Jay? What time is it? It looks dark out.”“Six a.m.”Both eyes blinked open and she turned to stare at the clock on the night table. “Six a.m.! Jaylon, are you a sadist?”He pulled the covers from her and she shivered, rolling into a ball. “Oh my god! What did you turn the A/C to? Arctic?”“And it’s going to get a lot colder once we get moving. I’ve arranged for hot coffee and a continental breakfast to be packed for us. The concierge has everything waiting downstairs.”She scrubbed her face. “Downstairs? Now? I thought we were sleeping in this morning and then having a picnic in the park this afternoon?”He laughed. “Nope.”“No picnic?”With a smirk, he tugged her up from her pillow. “We are still picnicking, but I’ve changed the venue. Get up and get that sweet ass of yours in the bathroom or you’ll make me ruin the surprise.”She slipped her hands from his, p