“Oh god…” I kept panting that over and over as he moved, my eyes snapping open as it came. I thought I’d come before but I had no fucking idea, the experience so different as to need another name. I screamed it all out, the need, the pleasure and the pain of today, all of it like Jai did when he came sniffing around my door at night. The moon watched me fall to pieces, and I felt like a great soft mess as I yielded to Jai’s insistent movements. The pleasure kept rising, cresting and coming apart, only to do the same again and again, until finally, I was sobbing no more.
I came thudding back to earth in a soggy puddle. Tears leaked out my ears, moisture painted my thighs and seeped out of me. Had I…? Was this what girls meant about female ejaculation? I looked up gingerly, every damn muscle aching, as if I’d just performed some sort of heroic feat. And I guess I had. That wasn’t an orgasm, it was a nuclear fucking holocaust. And out of it rose a triumphant Jai, licking his fingers like a cat would. I reached for a T-shirt, a towel, or something to wipe it away, secretly horrified at the mess I’d created on his bed. Avoiding the wet spot would be impossible when it was the size of an Olympic pool. His hand slapped down on my thigh when I moved, forcing me to stay still. I just stared when he bent down, licking me clean with economical movements.
There was something sweet and hot and all too much about it. My vagina was still reeling, but I still moaned softly as he worked.
“Your slick is mine, Shannon. You don’t waste it on a rag,” he said when he was finally finished.
“OK, what the actual fuck? I’ve trashed your bed, gushed like never before, and you don’t look at all surprised. This didn’t happen last time.”
“No, you hadn’t accepted becoming my mate then.”
“What?”
“Your body is changing now, signalling that you’re receptive. Soon, you’ll be able to take me.”
I looked down to where the heel of his palm ground down into the great big lump in his jeans.
“That’s bigger,” I said.
“Yep.”
“I can’t take that.” I tried to rapidly take his measure, but my brain kind of pulled back and yiked in the corner as I did so.
“Not yet, but you will. When you decide to become my mate, when you’re ready, your body will change, get you ready to take me. I’ll swell for you.”
“Swell?”
I asked the question plaintively. The quite natural fear rising was swamped by the feel-good afterglow rushing through me. I just wanted to snuggle into his big broad body and fall asleep.
“I’ll change the sheets, and then we’ll get some rest. I promise, I’ll answer all of your questions in the morning.”
He wrapped me up tight in a blanket, seeming to know I needed that physical touch, and put me on an armchair in the room he hung clothes over, then he stripped the bed clean and put yet another set of sheets on the bed. Is there something well practised about that? I wondered. The thought didn’t get to take hold, as Jai scooped me up and placed me on the bed before joining me once he’d stripped down to his undies. My eyes travelled down his body as he moved.
“Don’t you want me to…” I said, eyeing the way the fabric hugged his rock-hard cock.
“Go to sleep, Shannon,” he said, folding me in his arms and holding me against him. “We’ll talk about my dick in the morning.”
Chapter 16
I slept so deeply, my body soft and liquid, held together by his arms. I was lulled into rest by the rock of his body against mine, the slip of his skin, his lips on the back of my neck. With a kind of abandon I could never show awake, I wound myself around him, unable to bear being apart.
He came to me some time in the night. In the velvety darkness of my dream, he was slow to emerge, first only two points of golden light, then as he came closer, the black nose pad, then the sleek form emerged. Zane, my mind supplied, remembering the name Hollingsworth gave us, even if I didn’t. He regarded me with one long look, breath huffing out from between his jaws, making a strange chuffing sound. I stared back, then kept on staring until finally, he bowed his