Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (34 page)

Chapter
Nine

He couldn’t decide whether he
should be seething mad or deliriously happy. His brothers absolutely adored
Reya, doted on her. They’d come down on Cockscomb Jaguar Sanctuary like a pack
of flirtatious mother hens. Hell, he couldn’t even wrap his mind around how
they managed to baby him, flirt with every woman in sight, including his own,
and have everyone still love them like sons. Austin and Anthony James had even
managed to thoroughly charm Bethsaida and Dr. Matons was a close second.

Now they were working on Reya. The
bastards had stormed right into her bedroom while she was still in bed. Reya,
you’re just so beautiful. Oh Reya, we’re so glad you’ve caught yourself a James
boy. Reya, we look forward to going scuba diving with you. Reya, it’s so nice
and green here, unlike dry-assed Colorado. Reya, your bed-and-breakfast is
exquisite. Shit, it was Reya this and Reya that. On and on it went. It didn’t
matter that their compliments on Reya’s B&B were warranted. He had to
admit, it was a well-designed structure with the best amenities, and if the
James boys knew anything, they knew architecture. But they were damned
annoying, flirting with his woman like shameless hussies, er, hussie-men!

And Reya loved every minute of it.
Had even had the nerve to tell him how good-looking all the James boys were,
him included of course. He’d wanted to smack her as she went on about how tall
Austin was, how he looked so much like Aaron. Oh and then there was the Ode to
Anthony’s Dimples. Damned woman. And she still hadn’t agreed to marry him.
Admittedly, he asked her when she was half-delirious with pain and enjoying a
nice dose of pain meds. But still!

She’d sat in the damned bed,
skinning and grinning up at Austin and Anthony as they brought her anything and
everything her little heart desired. Hell, there wasn’t anything left for him
to do because his thick-headed brothers had taken care of all of Reya’s needs.

All they cared about was the fact
that she was the woman he wanted to marry, and they were busy sinking their
claws—that word held new meaning for him—into Reya to secure her as part of the
family. And all because he wanted her. As if he couldn’t do it himself. Damned
meddlers.

Aaron’s spine stiffened as his head
filled with a possible explanation for his ire—he was jealous! Nah, that
couldn’t be right, could it? No. Hell no. Absolutely not! He’d never been
jealous over a woman in his whole life. But then again, since he’d met Reya,
he’d had all kinds of new emotions dancing around his brain.

Right now both Austin and Anthony
were downstairs filling in for him and Reya in the dining area, no doubt trying
to run the kitchen by now. And here he sat on the side of Reya’s bed, grumbling
about all their playboy-laden clucking. A resigned sigh huffed from his chest.
May as well get over it. After all, they meant well.

Aaron tensed at the feel of
fingertips traipsing down the middle of his back. His breath hitched as warmth
spread from his spine, wrapped around his kidneys and dove straight for his
heart. Only one touch could do that. Reya’s.

"I thought you were sleeping,"
he said quietly without turning around. The lid of Reya’s laptop snapped closed
as Aaron braced himself. Any second now his brothers would somehow sense his
woman was awake and come barging into her apartments to kiss her feet.

"I was asleep, but I like
being awake much more when I can wake up to you here with me," she
drawled. Her voice was low, sweet, and held him completely in thrall. God, he
loved this woman. He set her laptop on the nightstand and turned to face her.
She took his breath away, all tousle-headed, and her lips tipped up in a
sensual half-smile. Her gray eyes twinkled in the dim early morning light that
filtered in through the closed blinds. Oh she looked so ready to be loved.

"How are you feeling, baby?"
he asked quietly, a lump in his throat he hadn’t noticed before.

She stretched sensuously, lacing
her fingers together. He could see her toes point and flex under the light
covers as she tried to cover a very unladylike yawn. He liked that about her.
No cutesy eyelash batting or pretense. Just Reya. And what you saw was what you
got. Well sort of, he thought as the image of a sleek black jaguar filled his
mind. He grinned.

"What are you smiling about,
Aaron?"

"Nothing," he mumbled,
closing his eyes a second, trying to clear the image of Reya in her shifted
body, purring at him as she licked her paws. "Nothing, sweet. Let’s take a
look at those wounds."

"I told you I’d be fine in a
couple of days. See for yourself." The timbre of her voice was a playful
purr as she raised her arms over her head, taking her night shirt off in one
move. The shirt was tossed carelessly toward the foot of the bed as she rolled
over to her stomach and watched him over a well-formed shoulder. Fingers
wrapped around the post of the headboard and her body writhed slowly,
sensuously against the soft sheets. Aaron’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down
roughly in his throat at the sight of all that smooth skin rubbing against the
bedding. Her full breasts pressed into the mattress, and he could see the
swells spilling out from underneath her body, peeking at him. His mouth
watered, jealous that the bed enjoyed her sweet Hershey’s Kisses nipples
instead of him.

Reya raised her head scant inches
from the bed, her gray eyes finding him from underneath her lashes. Was that a
smile or a smirk gracing her luscious mouth? Then the little hellion wiggled
her ass at him. His cock responded, the base warmed and thickened until the
ridge pulsed as it pressed against the zipper of his pants.

"See any wounds, lover?"
she crooned, just before her tongue left a wet path over her top lip. What had
she asked him again? Something about wounds? In truth, he wasn’t looking for
any. He was looking at the teasing cleft between her ass cheeks, overwhelmed
with the sudden urge to taste it.

"Aaron?" she questioned,
a hint of "bad witch" in her words, "you all right?"

Oh, he was plenty all right. It
only took a second to determine there wasn’t even a scar on her lovely back.
But he had to check to make sure, didn’t he? Hell, yes!

Rising from his side of the bed, he
gathered up the laptop, his scheduler and her satellite phone and stalked from
the room. A brief stop in the living room and the items were dumped
unceremoniously on the couch, the front door deadbolt slid home and the back
door secured. He left his clothes next to the laptop in a heap.

Reya’s eyes went wide as they
zeroed in on the lengthening, flushed cock jutting out from between his legs.
Rain sounded on the roof overhead and Aaron had the sudden urge to let nature
in. He raised the blinds and opened the window, letting in the sound of the
summer storm and the smell of the surrounding fauna. With eyes closed, he
inhaled as it swirled into the room, mixed with Reya’s unique musky scent and
filled his lungs.

Easing onto the bed next to her, he
felt her muscles bunch and tightened as he fought to control the lust quickly
consuming him, but every second spent watching the daylight play over her skin
drove his need a notch higher until he practically shook with it.

"Well, I’m all healed up,
handsome. Care to take a closer look?" Her thighs spread just enough for
him to glimpse the treasure glistening between them.

His fingers itched to sink into
that treasure. Instead he decided, forced himself, to savor the beauty of the
arousing woman spread out before him. Besides, he knew how much she liked him
to play with her ass. So he set his hands on the path from the base of her
spine down and across the supple cheeks, causing them to quiver at his touch.
Putting his nails into play, he gave her a teasing, barely there caress that
set her teeth on edge—he could tell from the audible snap of her teeth coming
together on a groan.

Deep breaths became gasps. Gasps
became moans as her body writhed under his hands, making him want to make her
crazy. Something inside of him wanted her to be so crazy for him she would beg,
scream.

Kneeling behind her up on the bed,
Aaron gently pulled her up by her hips until her luscious ass was in the air,
legs spread wide. Shoulders and chest writhed and rubbed against the soft
sheets. When her fingers began to yank and pull at the bedding, the uninhibited
response only spurred him on more.

Gently parting her plump folds, he
gently licked the crevice at the top of her ass, playing with the sensitive
skin just above her tight, puckered hole until she shivered with anticipation.
Eyes closed, he imagined what it would feel like sinking his steel-hard cock
into that tight hole. One day. One day soon. But tonight was for her pleasure.
A single finger sank into her pussy’s wet dewy heat as he tongued her ass, rimming
the quivering hole until she cried out.

"Oh! Aaah!" she panted
anxiously, almost whimpering with pleasure. But he had a goal to reach—a
blistering orgasm, complete with screams from his woman for his cock. Just the
thought of her milking him dry made him pick up the pace just a bit. His wet
tongue left her ass and traveled down to her soaked pussy, teasing the little
space between her asshole and her creaming cunt while his finger worked in and
out. The little ripples along her sleek, muscled walls drove further into
sensual mayhem, if that were possible.

Aaron pulled back and forced
himself to wait for her words. Didn’t take long.

"AJ, please!"

AJ? No woman had ever called him by
his nickname. No woman had ever gotten close enough to even figure out what it
was. It sounded perfect on her lips and made him want to please her even more,
made him want to make her scream it, yell it, shout it from the highest
mountain.

Raising his head just enough to
ask, "Please what, baby?"

"Please lick me. Please…"

The first swipe of the whole length
of his tongue against her slippery folds earned a keening growl from deep in
her chest. Oh yes, that’s what he was after. Replacing a finger with two, Aaron
practically buried his face into her dripping pussy. She was sweet and spicy,
like the apples and cinnamon she always munched on. His tongue tasted and
teased then sucked furiously on her flesh until her body went taut and rigid.
Orgasm number one in the bag.

Loving
had never been more fulfilling. And he wasn’t even inside her yet.

* * *

Reya marveled at the fullness of
her closely shaved lips, inflamed and swollen as Aaron worked her pussy into a
mound of frenzied need. Engorged and achy, she craved the fingers and
tormenting tongue playing over her body.

This man never left her
unsatisfied, his loving slow and giving, then escalating to wild, frenzied
fucking. Long, hard and deep.

The latter is what she needed just
now.

"Fuck me, Aaron!" she
yelled into his ear. "Oh god, please!"

"Call me AJ again," he
hissed between his teeth, the sound urgent, like the sizzle of water splashed
into a roaring flame.

With a speed and strength that
amazed her, Aaron flipped her onto her back. With a mind of their own, her
long, strong thighs automatically fell open as his wide chest settled between
them.

Each finger reveled in the slide of
luxurious silk locks as she buried her hands in his hair, holding him firm
against her burning cunt. Oh such a talented tongue. It lapped, pulled, pressed
and sucked until she was mindless with lust.

But he didn’t have enough hands!
Reya’s body wanted his touch everywhere at once. Lifting a hand to the tightly
drawn buds of her nipples, she matched the rhythm of his mouth, tugging when
his lips tugged, pulling when his teeth pulled on her clit, caressing when his
tongue caressed her pink slit. Just as one breast began to feel neglected, one
of Aaron’s larger hands joined in the play. He squeezed and palmed her full
globes, sending sweet sensation through every pore in her body.

When he hummed against her writhing
core, orgasm sped through her blood with such force, it skyrocketed into the
sun where she melted with the speed and heat of a solar flare. The glowing
power of the feline rose up, the change rippling just underneath her skin,
fighting for dominance. She’d never experienced this kind of primitive need,
the urge to be taken in the change. And by a human? It was beyond her
imagination. For the first time in all her young years, Reya found herself
battling the animal instinct to mate.

Her mate was over her now, chasing
her lips as she battled the change and the need to catch her breath. But Aaron
gave no quarter.

"Open for me, baby. I want it
all, heart and soul." His mouth locked to her and the flavor of her nectar
on his tongue was exotic and heady, like the jungle that surrounded them. The
wonder of the intensity of their lovemaking was enough to give her the control
she needed to subdue the regal beast within.

"Hold on to me, Reya. I can’t
wait another second to sink into that sweet pussy."

"Aah, god, AJ! Give it to me!"
she belted to the ceiling.

"Is it all mine?" he
asked, gritting his teeth as he plunged.

"Yes!"
There was no doubt what was coming. Wrapping her arms around his broad back,
she held on for dear life as the heart-shaped head of his cock slipped into her
welcoming heat just before the long, veined ridge of pleasure slid home. Arms
wrapped around each other, anchoring their bodies together, he rode her into
oblivion. Hard. Fast. Slick. Wet. A wild mating frenzy. But the untamed cat
stayed just there, right on the edge of her consciousness, watching, waiting to
be freed. Aaron’s loud yell exploded from his chest. The knowledge of the
meaning of that feral sound triggered her own roar as her clenching channel
gloried in the splash of his scalding seed against her cervix, sating her
urgent need.