Blood Mate: A Paranormal Romance (8 page)

She wanted him to take her
hard, claim her, own her.

Bryn arched her back,
straining to get closer to him. She tried to free her hands, but he
laced his fingers through hers and pressed her hands to the wall as
he continued devouring her mouth.

“
Jett...” she
panted as he kissed her collarbone and nipped at her neck.

He dragged the strap of her
bra down her shoulders and kissed the swell of her breasts. Bryn
cried out as his tongue teased into the cup of her bra to taste her
nipple. He began to suckle her greedily and his hands moved to her
back to unclasp her bra. As he tore her bra away, she heard him
inhale sharply. “Bryn, you are so beautiful,” he rasped.

Jett's breathing became ragged
and heavy as his gaze dropped to her full, heaving breasts.

With a growl, he grabbed her
and closed his mouth over one pert, pink nipple. He sucked hard,
making her nipples lengthen and harden under his lips and tongue.
Bryn whimpered as he took her nipples between his teeth and tugged at
them. As he kneaded her lush breasts with his large, rough hands,
Bryn pushed her hands greedily under his t-shirt.

She braced against the wall of
his chest and felt his heart beating strongly against her palm. His
muscles tensed and rippled as she ran her fingers down his abdomen.
Her eyes blazed with heat as she yanked his t-shirt up to see his
tanned, ripped torso.

With one swift motion, she
pulled his t-shirt over his head and stared at him as he stood bare
chested before her.

She licked her lips.

He was gorgeous. Tanned,
muscled, scarred. He was—perfect.

Her eyes lingered over the
jagged scars and faded tattoos on his chest and arms. His scars were
a part of him. He had gotten them when he was a kid, in brawls, turf
battles and power struggles. There were newer, more recent scars.
These were injuries he had sustained as a police officer and as a PAC
Enforcer.

Jett stared down at her,
holding himself absolutely still to let her explore and discover
every single one of his scars and flaws. When Bryn looked up, she
realized that Jett was holding his breath and staring down at her
with anxious, almost vulnerable eyes. He was afraid, worried that
she would find his scars repulsive.

Bryn touched his tightly
clenched jaw and gazed into those intense, gray-green eyes. He
scowled.

“
Jett,” she
breathed, kissing him on the mouth. “I want you. Only you,”
she whispered.

Scars, scowls and all.

Her fingers trailed down his
chest, down his abdomen and down his thigh. Her hand moved to his
leather pants and she fingered his zipper. Her eyes were riveted to
the bulge in his pants. She wanted him to take her now, hard and
fast.

She tugged urgently at his
zipper and hissed when it wouldn't budge. Her hands were shaking too
much. She was too eager, too giddy, too impatient to undress him
properly.

With a snarl, Jett gripped her
hand and forced her arms behind her. She shivered when she saw the
feral, predatory look in his eyes. He took her heaving breasts in
his hands and thumbed her nipples hard as he ground his erection
against her.

Bryn threw back her head with
a cry when he pinched and pulled her throbbing, aching nipples
viciously between his fingers.

She writhed and rubbed against
him, driving him wild. He let out a guttural sound and wrenched her
leather pants down her legs.

Bryn heard him suck in a
breath, as he stared at her naked, damp sex. “Bryn...”

Growling, he jerked her boots
and pants off her, and unbuckled his belt. Bryn felt his scorching,
naked body press against hers as he pushed her back against the wall.
The skin to skin contact felt so good, so right. Bryn thrashed her
head from side to side as he ground hard against her, his hands
moving all over her body.

She groaned as she arched her
back to him. Her nipples stabbed into his hard, solid chest, making
them throb painfully. Glancing down at his huge erection which was
pressing into her belly, Bryn licked her lips unconsciously at the
sight of the moisture beading at the swollen head of his cock. He
was so huge and hard for her. Bryn made a strangled sound, her eyes
fluttering shut as her need coiled tighter and more painfully in her
body. She needed to feel him in her, to have him inside her, now.

“
Jett...please...”
she whimpered.

His handsome face contorted at
her distress. Throwing her arms around his neck, he lifted her legs
and cupped her buttocks with his large hands. Bryn wrapped her legs
around his waist, and clung to his broad shoulders. Jett held her
against the wall, and stared deeply into her eyes. He carried her
easily, proudly, possessively in his arms. She felt his nails dig
into her buttocks when she rubbed her nipples in tight circles
against his chest.

“
Bryn,” he said
raggedly. Then he leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was tender,
lingering, full of emotion and want. As he deepened the kiss, Bryn
felt the head of his cock press against her slit. Bryn closed her
eyes, and surrendered herself to him, drowning in the sheer pleasure
of his kiss and his touch.

Jett continued kissing her as
he began to push into her. Bryn gasped as Jett slid his cock slowly
into her body. He was huge, and she felt a stab of pain as he
stretched her fully. His rock hard cock inched deeper and deeper
into her. She began to pant. She was so tightly stretched, and she
felt her walls rippling and contracting around the length of his
shaft.

Jett leaned in to kiss her
tenderly. As her lips parted for him, he pushed his tongue gradually
into her mouth. Her muscles began to relax, and she rotated her
hips, wanting to take him fully into her body.

“
Jett,” she
murmured, wrapping her legs tighter around his hips and impaling
herself fully on him. He filled her completely, and she sucked in a
deep breath at the slight, fleeting tingle of pain.

Jett suckled her and began to
thrust slowly into her. His body rubbed against her swollen clit as
he thrust into her, increasing her pleasure and igniting the first
flickers of her orgasm.

He pounded more forcefully
into her and growled at the sight of her breasts bouncing in time to
his thrusts. His eyes bore into hers as he took her harder and
faster.

Bryn held on, but she was
losing control. He was going to push her over the edge. She felt
her fangs stab out as her pleasure crested.

Bryn could feel the heat and
power of his body against hers. Hot, potent, virile. She could hear
his hammering heartbeat and feel his heady blood thundering through
his veins.

His scent, his heat, his body,
his blood was driving her wild. She clung to him as he took her
furiously, mercilessly.

Her orgasm was crushing and
explosive. Bryn screamed as Jett pounded into her endlessly. The
mind-blowing pleasure went on and on, her body convulsing as wave
after wave of pleasure wrecked her slender body.

Jett gave a shout and his eyes
closed as he took his release. Dazedly, Bryn pulled Jett to her.
Instinct made her lower her aching fangs to his neck.

But Jett pulled away sharply.

He held himself away from her,
breathing hard as he stared at her parted lips. Swallowing, he
grated, “No. Blood.”

With those two words, the fog
cleared from Bryn's mind.

No blood. There would be no
blood bond between them.

This was just fucking. Not
mating.

He would fuck her, but he
would not mate her.

Bryn blinked hard and took a
few shuddering breaths, listening to the hammering of their hearts.
Her feet found the ground shakily and she braced herself against the
wall. That had been...good. Crazy good, but it had just been sex.
No strings, no attachment, no blood. And no blood bond.

Jett held her for a moment,
then released her forcefully with a muttered curse.

Jett dressed quickly and
angrily. Trembling, Bryn pulled her pants and boots on. By the time
she retrieved her bra and snapped it on, Jett was already fully
dressed.

He was staring at her, arms
crossed over his broad chest. His expression was unreadable. He had
closed off his heart to her. He would not allow her to glimpse his
thoughts and his emotions.

Bryn swallowed her rising hurt
and anger.

Jett had taken her, sated her
raw, animal lust. But he had given her nothing.

He had not given her his
blood, nor his heart.

He would never mate her.

Bryn stared at her shredded
t-shirt and snatched her jacket off the floor. Jett took a step
towards her as she zipped her jacket up over her black bra but she
ignored him.

“
Bryn,” he began
hoarsely.

She whirled round. “What!
What, Jett? What do you want?” She blinked quickly,
furiously. Where did those damn tears come from? Why did they have
to come now?

He opened his mouth and
snapped it shut when he saw the tears glimmering in her eyes. But
when he tried to pull her into his arms, she shoved him away.

“
Don't, Jett.”
She held up a hand. “Don't touch me.”

He looked incredulous and
angry. “Don't touch you? We just fucked.”

“
Yes, Jett. We fucked.”
She laughed, and it was a wrenching, tortured sound. “It was
just fucking—to you. To me, it was...” Her voice
trailed off as she fought down a sob. Taking a sharp breath, she
threw her shoulders back and said, “You are attracted to me,
but you won't mate me. You just want to fuck me and fuck with me.”
She spat, “Like I'm some whore!”

“
I never fuck whores,”
Jett smirked. “I fuck women. And you...are a woman, Bryn,”
he said slowly, advancing towards her. “A woman I am deeply,
helplessly, maddeningly attracted to. A woman I want so badly, so
much it hurts. I can only dream, and crave, and hunger...but I can
never have. I can never have you, Bryn.”

They stood facing each other
in silence for a long while.

“
You won't have me,”
Bryn said at last in a broken whisper. “You...can't...love...me.”

Without waiting for his
response, she turned and stumbled away blindly.

She wrenched at the door,
breaking the lock and snapping the handle right off in her haste to
escape. She had to get away from him.

She wouldn't let him see her
tears.

“
Bryn!”

Swiping at her tears, she ran
down the corridor, blocking out his shouts. She kept running, not
really seeing where she was going.

She hadn't even realized she
had misted herself right out of the building. She had misted herself
blindly away and materialized right in the middle of the road.

She reeled back as a car sped
past her, missing her by inches. She had appeared so suddenly the
driver hadn't even seen her.

Bryn stumbled to the side of
the road, and doubled over in shock and pain. The PAC Headquarters
was behind her, and she could see Jett skidding out the revolving
doors onto the pavement.

She twisted away with a sob.
She didn't want to see his face. Not right now. Perhaps not ever.

She turned and ran, letting
the pieces of her shattered heart stab painfully into her chest with
every step.

Jett leaned back heavily in
his chair and pushed away from his desk. He glared at the words on
his computer screen. The reports from the investigation unit had
been streaming in, but there were no leads. His Enforcers had been
watching, following, interrogating all the suspects on the list. One
by one, the names of all the likely suspects had been crossed off the
list. They had gotten a few new names from their interrogations, and
they had followed up closely. But all their efforts yielded nothing.

They were no closer to solving
the murders.

A ping alerted him to an
incoming message. Jett clicked on the latest report that had just
been filed by the team. It was a report from Scott and Bryn. Jett
squinted at the time stamp on the report. It was filed just a minute
ago. By Bryn.

He glanced at his watch. It
was three-thirty in the morning. Bryn was still in the building, but
she would be leaving soon. Jett scrubbed a hand down his face,
feeling the stubble on his chin. He had been in the PAC Headquarters
since nine this morning. But he didn't feel tired. His body was
tensed and thrumming. He felt edgy and anxious, not quite himself.
In fact, he hadn't been himself since that night with Bryn. He had
fucked her, and he had fucked up, big time.

He didn't need much sleep, but
these past few nights, he had hardly slept a wink. When he closed
his eyes, he kept seeing her face. He could still feel her, taste
her, smell her, every minute, everywhere.

He could never get enough of
her. He craved her, and...he missed her. He missed her cheeky
smiles and sharp retorts. He missed her scowls and growls. He
missed her challenging stares and questions. He missed everything
about her.