A/N:

Hi all, It's me, Maddsgirl75.

Sorry for the repost.

I wanted to let everyone know that I needed to change my pen name for personal reasons.

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Chapter 5

"Yes." He breathed out heavily. "We certainly did."

Joss angled her head and then nipped his lip. He gasped and looked down at her with a dark look in his eyes that once again reminded her of a wild wolf.

"You... bit me."

His voice was so low and quiet that it made her shiver. She started chewing on her lower lip, a bit nervous that she might have upset him, but then she smiled shyly up at him through her lashes and whispered. "Yep."

She hadn't really meant to do it. It had been a complete accident.

"What has gotten into you, my little Joss?"

She nearly shivered again at his endearment.

"I don't know...maybe it's you...my big bad John." Her brow quirked up and she grinned at him teasingly, trying to convey more confidence than she was actually feeling at the moment.

"Mmm." He murmured as he leaned back down, pressing his mouth to her ear. "Do it again." Then his lips, tongue, and teeth were attacking her ear, then her neck, and finally moving back up to her ear.

"Oh God." She whispered, turning her head so that her mouth was right at his shoulder. "I..." She started, but wasn't quite sure what she wanted to say.

"Do it..." He growled. "Please." His soft plea nearly did her in.

She opened her lips against his shoulder and allowed her teeth to scrape against his skin. He moaned and tilted his head to the side. "Yes." He hissed.

She turned her head to look at him. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed. She was amazed at the intensity she saw just from her doing something so small. He obviously enjoyed it, and she'd found that she certainly enjoyed him doing it to her. She made the decision then and there to find out what else he liked.

"OK, but then you have to do something to me...I mean, for me."

His eyes snapped open and turned slowly to meet hers. His mouth crept slowly up in a wicked grin. "Why not both?"

"Ohh." Her warm, whispered breath flowed over his skin. Her eyes closed of their own accord, heightening her other senses exponentially. Her body shivered in response to the low, rumbling timbre of his voice. The warm salty tang of his skin as her tongue flickered out to taste him. The subtle woodsy scent of him mixed with her own was like some sort of addictive drug, making her want to bury her nose against his skin and inhale it into her very being.

His warm breath tickled the soft hair of her ears as he whispered what he was going to do to her.

"John..." The word was nothing more than a wisp of breath escaping through her lips.

His entire body shifted, a large mass of sinewy muscles, hard bones, and soft skin, marred only by a few scars that she felt as her hands roamed over his back. When his face lifted from her ear she raised up her head just enough to capture his mouth with hers. She took his lower lip between her teeth and pulled slowly back down letting them scrape against the tender skin.

The low growl that sounded from him was intensely erotic but the flash she swore she saw in his eyes had her heart speeding up. As soon as she'd released him, she lifted up again and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. Her tongue slid out to soothe his lower lip. When she was done with that one she took his upper lip and pressed her teeth down on it and pulled down. He growled again. The sound did delicious things to her senses. She wanted to hear it again.

His long body pressed insistently down into hers but she wanted to be able to have a bit more control over him. She slid her hands to his shoulders and bent the knee of her right leg. Pushing up with her hands and her leg she was able to roll him over onto his back. He had let her do it of course; there was no way she could have moved him an inch if he hadn't wanted her to.

She was now straddling his hips, leaning over him with her hands on his shoulders. Even though she knew he was letting her control him, it still made her a little nervous to take over like this. She bent at her waist, sliding her breasts over his chest. Her tongue snuck out to taste the skin there. His low growl of approval urged her on. She covered every inch of his chest that she could with her tongue, lips, and teeth taking extra care to nip and lave his nipples.

When she was thoroughly convinced that she had him at her mercy she shifted her hips a little, lifted them, and lowered herself onto him. The sensation of him filling her completely was one like no other. Then she felt his fingers dig into the tender skin of her hips. He pulled down and thrust his hips up into her. Her head fell back and she moaned.

She pushed up with her legs, lifting herself almost off of him completely. When she came back down onto him she thrust her hips forward grinding her clit against his pelvis.

She did this several times before he sat up, wrapped his arms around her and bent his head to her chest. As she continued pounding herself onto him he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked it deep into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue over and over. She felt her insides tightening, a spring coiled and ready to be released.

Her arms pulled him closer as her nails raked across his back. He growled again and released her breast. She keened loudly at the loss but seconds later he had her other nipple between his teeth flicking just the tip with that talented tongue of his. She tried to keep a rhythm going, sliding up and down on his cock but her mind was completely addled with all of the sensations he was making her feel all at once.

He added to it all when one of his hands slid down between their joined bodies and began rubbing his thumb over her clit while rolling his hips up against hers.

"Oh God. John...Oh fuck...Please!"

She didn't care that she was begging. Pride would get her nowhere and certainly wouldn't have her...finishing. Rolling her hips again, she arched her back pushing her chest out towards his mouth. One of his arms held her around her back while the other continued his ministrations to her clit.

His mouth left her breast. The cool air had her sensitive, erect nipple hardening even further. She moaned his name again.

"John...please..."

He pulled her body flush against his chest. His lips found her ear and he growled quietly.

"Please what, Joss?"

When his lips started moving down her neck, she gasped.

Her breaths were coming in short quick bursts. "Please...don't...don't stop." Her hips bucked, almost unseating herself, when he suddenly pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

He spoke each word in between kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. "I...have...no...intention...of...stopping...my... dear."

He started nipping her skin. The sensation, just bordering on pain, along with everything else he was doing to her, sent her body careening over the edge.

She screamed out his name as her body convulsed against him. She felt a sharp pain at the junction between her neck and shoulder. Crying out again to him as her muscles contracted and spasmed around him. She pulled him towards her while her fingernails dug deep into his skin. He must have liked it. In less than a second he'd flipped her onto her back and was pounding himself into her very willing body.

The intense sounds coming from deep in his chest and erupting from his throat would have frightened her...if they didn't turn her on so damn much. She'd had a feeling that he would be an animal in bed...at least the few times she'd allowed herself the opportunity to think of him in that way. And she had been absolutely right.

She could barely breathe, but she was enjoying it too much to care. His heavy body pressed down onto hers harder with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around him and her heels dug into his back in an attempt to touch as much of her body to his as she could. She wanted more, as much as he would give her. His breath was hot, his skin feverish against hers. A drop of sweat slid down her neck and pooled in the little crevice at the base of her neck. He leaned over, never missing a thrust, and licked it from her skin. Another bead made it's way down her chest and his hot tongue lapped that up as well.

The hard muscles of his back tensed under her hands. His thrusts took on a frenzied pace while her own body readied itself for another mind-blowing orgasm. She thought he was going to join her this time, but when she held her breath trying to hold back until he let go, he let loose a low growl in her ear commanding her to cum, and the tiny bit of restraint she had snapped. The fire in her core ignited yet again spreading throughout her entire body and she let go, riding the intense wave of pleasure.

She felt his mouth wrap around her nipple again. He took it between his teeth and began flicking his tongue over and around it again. Her orgasm increased exponentially in intensity, but he still didn't stop.

She thought that he seemed to be running on pure instinct as he continued to take her over and over...

Her scent drove him almost out of his mind. He wanted to bury his nose in her neck, inside the curtain of hair, on her breasts, between her legs...everywhere. It was imprinted in his brain; he couldn't smell anything else but her. He would be happy if he never had to smell another person in his entire life. To immerse himself in her scent would simply be...pure ecstasy.

When he tasted her, his mouth watered like a starving man before a meal. He tried to keep from marking her but when she screamed his name, her body wrapped tightly around his, he lost some of that precious discipline he held so dear. Instead of nipping; his mouth opened, his teeth wrapped over the muscle at the top of her shoulder and he bit down...hard.

When her body clenched around him the first time she came, he nearly lost himself. That couldn't happen, he couldn't allow that; It would scare her. He had to keep a hold of himself, his inner...beast.

Her body writhed beneath him. He never wanted to leave it. It moved against him...caressed him, drove him wild. She couldn't know what the warmth of her body and her soft skin did to him. That would scare her too.

She cried out his name over and over as he claimed her body. The rawness of her voice was akin to a physical caress running up and down his back. It drove him wild. The domesticated part of him, the part of him he allowed people to see was now overrun by the wild and untamed wolf he had longed to set free.

This woman, his Joss was the one who would allow him to do so. He knew that. She would accept that fiercely wild part of him, nurture the animal he needed to be sometimes and not trap it like some rabid beast. He would be able to show her without her turning from him. She wouldn't run from him, she would run with him. Now all he had to do was show her...