7 We Both Know Who's Side Your Wolf is on

Part 7

He took advantage of her moan, sliding his tongue between parted lips. Jack was lost in his need to taste his woman, to take his woman and claim her, tying them together with unbreakable bonds.

He thrust his tongue into her mouth again, mimicking what he so desperately wanted to do with other parts of his anatomy.

He ground his erection into the soft curves of her body, growling in pleasure as her legs wrapped around him, seemingly of their own accord. Emile was hanging off Jack, lips locked in the eternal dance of lust, as he braced himself against the wall.

Her body was on fire with need. She wanted to be closer still, to feel his hard length slamming into her tight body again and again. She rocked against him, completely lost in the hot need and blind desire he inspired.

He was drowning in the taste of her mouth, the touch of her body against his, he was drowning and he didn't want to be saved.

He longed to touch her curves, to stroke against the sheer feminine softness, to use his body to bring pleasure to hers. But a spark of sanity remained, buried deep within his passion.

He knew the second he felt the weight of her breasts in his hands, the softness of the skin at the curve of her hip, or the dripping need of her arousal, he would be forever lost. And damned.

Jack stilled his assault, breath coming raggedly. Emile continued to writhe helplessly against his body, seeking the touch he wouldn't supply, yet.

"Look at me," he demanded, desire making his voice almost harsh.

Through her own haze of lust, Emile heard his command. She didn't want to obey, but she couldn't resist. She would do anything for Jack.

She opened her eyes, drinking in the face that haunted her dreams. She stroked the side of his head, her soft touch pulling out a groan that seemed to come from his very soul.

He inspected her face, frowning slightly at what he saw. Although her body was all human, her gaze told that her wolf was completely in charge.

"I must claim the heart of the woman first, little wolf. She'll never forgive me if I took without her permission." He said in soft apology, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

With a strength of will he didn't know he had, Jack carefully disentangled Emile's lush body from his and stepped away.

She whimpered at the distance, until the wolf leeched from her eyes and her human side regained control.

Just seconds previously, her gaze had been heavy with lust. Now, Jack could only see anger and hate. "I want you out," she snapped, reaching for something, anything, to hurl at him. "Out of my house, out of my life, just out!" Her hands came up empty, so she curled them into fists.

"I know why you fight me," he said, voice full of compassion even as it was rough from passion. "But make no mistake. You ARE mine, and I will not sit by any longer.

I will pull you kicking and screaming, if needs be, into the present. At my side. Where you belong."

His body was still tense and hard with need, but he somehow found it in himself to turn his back on Emile and walked towards the door. "And," he looked over his shoulder with a wicked smile, unable to stop himself, "we both know who's side your wolf is on."

Emile shrieked and launched herself at Jack, but he managed to slip out and shut the door before she reached him. "I fucking hate you so fucking much!" She screamed, punching the door.

"two sides of a coin, my darling."

She punched the door again, as she heard him retreat, laughing. She wasn't sure if she was more upset with his sudden appearance in her life outside of the pack lands, or that her wolf would so easily slip the chains she had forged within herself.

Punching the door one last time for good measure, she walked back through the house to the kitchen. Jack's scent hung heavy in her home, an unwelcome reminder of her wanton loss of control.

Fighting the urge to keep hitting things and screaming wordlessly, Emile grabbed her phone and punched a number.

"I'm going to fucking castrate the fucking fuckwit if he ever shows his fucking face at my fucking door again!" she ill-advisedly screamed into the phone as soon as the call connected.

"Watch it," Blake growled in warning at the shrill tone, the language, and the threat. Looking at the clock beside his bed, he added 'the time' to the list of things Emile should definitely be watching.

"The fucking moron shows up at fucking ridiculous o'clock, says he has a fucking message to deliver and then fucks off before he fucking delivers it!" Emile was someplace beyond rage.

Part of Blake wanted to laugh at the temper tantrum of his normally icy pack member was currently throwing, but he held back and let his anger color his words. "Don't say another word," he ordered.

Emile promptly shut up. After a moment of silence, Blake spoke with calmly. "Without using any variation on the word 'fuck' tell me what happened that has you so upset you needed to wake me."

Emile swallowed hard. She hadn't thought this through, but there was no way to get out of it now. "Dumbass showed up on my doorstep this morning and said he had a message to deliver," She said sullenly before continuing. " Then he refused to give me the message and... and... kissed me!"

She sounded so appalled that Blake couldn't hold in his laughter this time. It was going to be quite amusing to watch Jack chase Emile in earnest. He should have let him years ago, even though he knew the time hadn't been right.

"It's not funny," Emile grumbled in acute embarrassment.

Blake sighed, trying to get himself back under control. "I gave Carly my number when I ran into her at the airport, but she hasn't called. You get to convince her to make that call, since I saw her getting into your car."

"No," Emile refused absolutely, emotions still running high.

"You'll do it, or I'll revoke your freedom," his threat was clear, even though his tone was understanding.

"And before you think to argue further, I'll remind you that only one of us is Alpha. So buck up." Blake hung up, almost before he finished speaking.