teenagers in the back seat of a car, but Erin was about to come like there was no tomorrow.
His brows drew together and her vision wavered when he sucked wickedly on her tongue. His features took on a desperate, needful expression just as his hips quickened, just as his claws pricked into the tunic around her hips, poking holes in the cloth.
He drew a little blood with his claws, but Erin didn’t care. It was what she needed, just as she needed his eyes to act as her anchor when her whole body began to tremble. Her back hunched and then bowed, her abdomen contracting. Her nipples tingled and pebbled so tight they ached.
“Oh God,” she whispered, her eyes wide, on Jaxor. And then she was coming.
The orgasm ripped through her body, tearing her, breaking her. She might’ve screamed, she couldn’t remember. Distantly, she heard Jaxor’s responding bellow, felt something warm lash over the tops of her exposed thighs. Erin was still grinding on him, chasing that pleasure even as it began to fade. And even after that amazing orgasm, she somehow knew it wasn’t enough.
Her head dropped to Jaxor’s bare shoulder, her chest heaving. She felt something on her cheek and when she reached up to touch it, she realized they were tears. She was crying. Why?
I’m a fucking mess, came the tired thought, wiping the tears away. Jaxor’s skin was warm, his shoulders moved up and down as he tried to regain his breath.
When she pulled back to chance a peek at him, his eyes were glowing. They seemed different, changed, luminous. Like something else was inside them, staring back at her. His Instinct? she thought, her lips parting in realization.
She’d never realized how close it could be.
Erin swallowed, shaken, and then looked between them. His cock was pulsing on his abdomen. His seed was slick on her thighs and part of her tunic, shimmering even in the dim lighting. Like a pearl. And there was blood. Dark blue blood.
He’d popped a couple stitches, she realized when her gaze darted to his wound.
Jaxor turned her face up until she met his eyes again. Erin was struck by how different he looked with short hair. His features seemed sharper, more angular, more…regal. His granite jaw and sharp cheekbones stood out more and Erin felt her belly quiver. Even his eyes seemed brighter, but perhaps that was the Instinct’s doing.
Erin was tempted to reach for the bottle of alcohol again. After what she’d just set into motion, she felt like she needed another drink. Or two. Or three.
Panic wasn’t rising yet. Instead, her chin lifted, as if daring him to say something. They’d just used each other to get off. Erin’s body was still humming from that orgasm. It made her feel sleepy and sated.
“I’m not embarrassed,” she felt the need to inform him.
His eyes narrowed. “I am not either.”
“Well…” She didn’t know why, but she hadn’t expected him to say that. “Good.” Then she added, “Don’t expect that to happen again.”
His smirk was so smug she wanted to smack it off. “I would not dream of it, rixella.”
She realized she was still straddling his hips. She’d left a little wet spot of her arousal on his thighs, his cock was still out in its full, ridged glory, and he was bleeding.
And because Erin couldn’t think of what else to say, she cleared her throat and decided on being practical.
“I’ll get the needle.”
Chapter Fifteen
Erin barely suppressed a groan when her eyes flickered open the next morning. At least she thought it was morning. The light was low, but at least the rain had stopped.
It was becoming a habit…waking up in that cave with the memory of bad decisions making her want to curl up in a ball. Only that morning, she had a nasty hangover to go hand-in-hand with her regret.
She blew out a rough breath and tilted her head back, searching for Jaxor. He was still sleeping, for once, not far away, close to the entrance. He’d built a fire last night when it got too chilly in the cave, shortly after Erin had stitched up his wounds a second time. She refused to dwell on why she’d had to.
It happened, there’s nothing I can do to change it, she told herself instead. Best to move on.
She felt nauseous, but surprisingly well-rested. Her body was still humming after that orgasm last night, but her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton and her limbs felt unsteady.
Erin pushed up