I wondered. His hands smoothed my tears away almost frantically, but that left none to push away his own.
“I am so fucking sorry—”
I stopped him mid-declaration by putting my fingers to his lips. I didn't need them, the pack, getting between us right now. When the words died down and he went still, I rubbed my thumb across his lips, letting out a tiny little groan when they parted and sucked the tip in, feeling the hot, wet softness of his mouth.
Which was something I needed to taste with my tongue. My hands went to his hair, my mouth to his, and there it was. Along with harsh coffee and minty toothpaste was his need for me, his hunger, his…
Love. Say it, Shan. He loves you.
Fuuuck, that brought a tidal wave of fear rushing up, threatening to drown me beneath it, so Jai pulled back, regarding me with heavily lidded eyes.
“It’ll be OK, Shan. I promise. I won’t let it be otherwise.”
I just stared into his eyes, seeing that perfect certainty there, and wondered how he could feel that way. Was that what it was like to be a shifter? You just had instincts that ruled you rather than endless, endless thinking? But he knew what he was doing, even if he didn’t appear to be plagued by worries like I was. He lifted his fingers up so I could see them, then slid them down between us. He watched every tiny reaction as they arrowed toward my clit. His smile matched my gasp, and he drank in my reactions, the way my body fought his grip, wanting to pull away or push closer at the intensely slow way he worked his fingers. He seemed to need every little response—my lips falling open, the stiffening of my spine, the spread of my thighs, and then the traitorous gush from between them. I tried to jerk away, horrified by what my body was doing, but he held me still.
“Don’t, love. Stay. Give it to me.”
He laid me back down on the bed as his lips trailed down, and then his teeth gently closed around my nipple, pulling back a little until my whimpers grew louder, then licking and sucking the aching point to make it feel better before shifting to the other one. He kept teasing until I wriggled free, then he reared back, looking down at me, propped up on my elbows and panting. He grabbed his cock, giving the long shaft a few strokes, and my eyes followed his every move until he dragged my hips and me closer.
“Jai…” I yelped when he aimed his cock at me.
He paused, looking up at me.
“I’ll never take your choice away. I won’t make you my mate until you ask for it.” As if to illustrate his point, I felt the big broad head slide swiftly through my folds, brushing over the part that ached for more. It was there, on the tip of my tongue to ask for just that, but he didn’t see it, focussed on where our bodies met. He used it like a huge blunt finger, collecting slick and then rubbing my clit. “It’s just your slick…” His eyes rolled closed as he moved, coating himself with me as he worked me higher. “Someone told me about how it works, but, Shan, it feels like hot velvet, sensitising the head of my cock, making my balls ache. It’s like your lips, your mouth on my shaft.”
“You want that?”
His eyes flicked open, and he regarded me from behind slitted eyelids.
“More than I want my next breath, love.” I moved to roll into a seated position, but he pushed me back down. “But this first.” His eyes narrowed as he pushed his cock down, resting it right at the entrance to my cunt.
“Don’t move, baby,” he rasped. “I’ve got good control, but not if you move.” At first, it was almost as if he was teasing me, brushing the head against me, dipping in with the tiniest of thrusts. I instantly became conscious of the emptiness inside me, aching now for him. He said he could fill me, give me everything I needed and more besides, and my cunt twitched helplessly as I considered what that would feel like. Just the head was stretching me, and I let out a strangled little wail as he thrust in a bit further, making him freezing still.
“Good or not, love? You’ve got to keep communicating.”
“Mm hmm.” I nodded quickly, unable to unlock my