The exhaustion of the council meeting hung heavily over Raquelle’s shoulders by the time she finally made it back to her private penthouse.
But the moment she reached the entrance, she froze.
The heavy front door was completely unlocked.
Her Alpha instincts instantly flared, her body bracing for an ambush as she carefully pushed the door open and slipped inside.
But the second she caught a familiar, comforting scent in the air, she completely let her guard down.
She stepped fully into the living room.
As expected, Gamma Jake was sprawled out comfortably on her leather sofa with his legs crossed, casually watching a movie while eating from a large tub of popcorn.
“Oh, hi, Alpha,” he said smoothly, his eyes sliding over to her as she walked into view.
Raquelle just shook her head at him, a weary sigh escaping her lips.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” she asked, feigning anger as she marched directly toward the couch.
She raised a hand to hit him upside the head, but Jake was too fast, smoothly dodging her strike and catching her wrist in his firm grip.
Raquelle groaned, pulling her hand away forcefully to break his hold.
Instead of throwing another punch, she snatched the popcorn carton right out of his lap and began devouring it.
“Didn’t you just eat at the pack house?” Jake asked, folding his arms across his chest as he watched her inhale the snack.
Raquelle looked up, her mouth half-full.
“Yeah, and so?” she asked, continuing to munch on them.
“Nothing, princess.” Raquelle’s brows furrowed, a playful, dangerous grin suddenly spreading across her face.
“How did you even know I ate at the pack house, though?
I didn’t see you anywhere around the main halls.
What do you do now, spy on me?
Wait…
could you be the…
the Evergreen spy?” Jake rolled his eyes dramatically at her accusation.
“I know because I was waiting right here for you to come back, and you took a damn long time.” Raquelle smiled, setting the carton down.
“Huh…
really?
Why though?” “Because of…” Jake trailed off, pointing his hand directly down toward his lap.
Raquelle gasped, her eyes dropping to the unmistakable, heavy bulge stretching the fabric of his trousers.
She immediately understood exactly what he meant.
“Oh…
hahaha!
That’s why you came, huh?
Why didn’t you just go to one of your regular bitches instead?” She tossed the empty popcorn carton onto the glass table, sitting down right beside him while keeping her gaze locked on his features.
Jake shifted his weight, moving incredibly close to her until his heat was radiating against her skin.
“Cause it’s you I want,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register as he reached out, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb.
Raquelle leaned into his touch for a split second, a sudden jolt of warmth sparking through her nerve endings before a smirk touched her lips.
“I’m surprised you’re the one saying this.
Didn’t you completely refuse my kiss about two weeks ago in the conference room, Jake?” “I did, but that was different.
Very different, Raquelle,” Jake explained, his expression turning serious for a brief moment.
“You were not in your right senses that day.
You were panicking.” Raquelle let out a soft sigh, nodding slowly as she accepted his answer.
The phantom ache of her broken bond was still a dull, agonizing throb in her chest, and right now, her body was screaming for a distraction to block out the emptiness.
“When are you gonna find your true fated mate, though?” she teased, sliding off the couch cushions to drop down onto her knees on the floor directly in front of him.
“I can’t keep on fucking you, little boy, every single time you need me.” “I’m not little, though,” Jake said, his breathing hitching as his eyes darkened, his tongue sliding out to lick his lips as he stared hungrily down at the tight cleavage spilling from her shirt.
“Aren’t you nineteen?” Raquelle mocked lightly.
“I am.
And nineteen is definitely not little!” “I’m three years older than you, little kiddo,” Raquelle laughed loudly, her golden eyes flashing with amusement.
“Thank yah for giving me your virginity, though, hahaha!” Jake immediately covered his blushing face with his hands in pure embarrassment, groaning softly.
“Raquelle, damn it…
that was six months ago.” “Hmm, yeah.
It was.” Raquelle reached out, her fingers wrapping around his zipper before slowly pulling it down.
She reached inside his underwear and pulled his thick, throbbing cock out into the cool air.
It immediately sprang to attention, fully erect and twitching.
She began to massage the length slowly, her eyes locked on his face as Jake let out a deep, ragged breath.
He slowly bit down on his lower lip, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the sofa.
Raquelle absolutely loved the completely helpless expression on his face.
She turned her attention back to his hard shaft; it was entirely red, shiny, and already leaking a heavy bead of pre-cum at the tip.
It looked incredibly inviting.
Leaning down, she opened her mouth wide and took the thick, hard thing straight into her throat, being incredibly careful not to let her teeth graze the sensitive skin.
He let out a sharp gasp, his eyes instantly snapping shut as a groan tore from his chest.
His hands flew to the back of her head, his fingers tangling tightly into her long black hair as he instinctively tried to sink his cock even deeper into her tight, wet throat.
Raquelle let out a muffled groan against his shaft as he began to fuck her throat in a slow, heavy rhythm.
The friction was intense, a burning pleasure coiling tightly in her lower stomach.
Unable to take the slow pace any longer, Jake’s beast took full control.
He stood up completely from the sofa, keeping his tight grip on her head as he began aggressively facefucking her, driving his thick length deep into her mouth over and over again in a savage, unyielding rhythm until he finally came, flooding her throat.
Raquelle greedily swallowed the thick release like a bitch, the hot fluid filling her mouth, and Jake let out a dark, low laugh as he watched her.
“That was intense,” he panted, his chest heaving as he wiped his mouth.
Raquelle simply nodded, her eyes dark with a matching hunger as she got up to her feet.
“Now, you’ve got to finish what you’ve started,” she said, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper as she adjusted her clothes.
“Because I’m already completely soaked down there.” Her pussy was throbbing, a heavy, wet ache pulse between her thighs that demanded to be filled.
Jake grinned dangerously, reaching forward to firmly grab her clit right through her clothes, making her let out a loud, breathless moan that echoed off the walls.
“Should we go to my room?” she asked.
Instead of answering her with words, Jake leaned down, grabbed her roughly, and hoisted her up into his arms, carrying her easily toward the back of the penthouse.
He flung the bedroom door wide open, marched over to the massive bed, and dropped her carefully onto the mattress.
“Remove your clothes,” he commanded huskily, the dominant, rumbling tone of his inner wolf, Joe, leaking clearly through his vocal cords.
Raquelle quickly stripped out of her clothes, her skin tingling in anticipation, and Jake shed his just as fast.
Within seconds, both of them were standing stark naked in the dim lighting of the bedroom.
“I’m gonna fuck you and not make love to you,” Jake hissed, his gaze locking onto her bare body.
“I have been absolutely starving.
I’ve wanted to have you all to myself this entire time, but you’ve been giving yourself to that lucky bastard, Dominic.” Driven by pure, unhinged jealousy, Jake grabbed her roughly, flipping her onto her stomach.
He raised his massive hand and slapped her bare ass hard, the loud crack echoing through the room as Raquelle let out a loud, high-pitched whimper.
The sudden, stinging pain mixed instantly with her arousal, sending a violent wave of wetness cascading down her thighs.
He began slapping her continuously, the intense friction heating up the skin until her cheeks were a dark, burning red, and her heavy slickness had completely coated the bedsheets beneath her.
Only when she was gasping and begging did he finally stop.
He grabbed his throbbing cock and forced it straight back into her mouth.
“Fuck, take it,” he growled, facefucking her even harder than the last time, driving his length deep into her throat before pulling completely out, then shoving it right back into her mouth to stretch her wide.
He pulled away from her lips, his breathing ragged.
He grabbed her ass firmly, and without a single word of warning, he aligned himself and thrust his thick cock all the way into her tight pussy.
He let out a deep growl at the sheer tightness gripping his shaft.
“Oh, fuck…” Raquelle screamed out, her eyes flying wide as the massive stretch tore through her core.
Her fingers clawed desperately into the pillows, her inner walls clamping down frantically around his thick length as the sheer friction began to numb the heavy, hollow ache in her soul.
Keeping his bruising iron grip on her ass, he fucked her pussy relentlessly, his eyes bleeding into a pitch-black void as his wolf, Joe, took complete control of his movements.
Her loud, uninhibited screams filled the entire empty space of the penthouse bedroom as they fucked continuously in a heavy, punishing rhythm.
Every deep slam sent waves of overwhelming pleasure crashing through her mind, driving her to the very edge of sanity.
Finally, Jake pulled out with a loud, wet pop.
He pulled her flush against his chest, his hands immediately grabbing her heavy D-cup breasts, caressing and squeezing the soft flesh.
She looked devastatingly attractive, her pink nipples completely erect and hard from the intense friction.
He turned her body around to face him fully, pulling her into a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of sweat and raw desire.
As their tongues clashed, he guided them expertly across the rumpled bed until he sat down against the mattress, pulling her up by her hips to make her straddle him.
“Let me take you like this,” he growled against her lips as he lifted her up and lowered her down, letting his thick cock sink completely deep into her core, burying himself to the hilt inside her begging heat.