it tonight and fuck the attitude right out of it. That’s what my female needs, isn’t it? You need me to take you hard, all night long. Just. Like. This.”
I move my ass, trying to arch into his groin, to seek what I want most, and Jericho chuckles. “You want this?” he asks, pushing his hips forward and grinding his cock into me.
“Yes!”
“Good.”
In one brutal thrust, Jericho shoves his dick inside of my begging body, and I scream out in pleasure.
With his hold on my hair, he pounds into me, filling me and dominating me, taking complete control of my body until I don’t have to hold anything in. All the suppressed energy and viciousness comes out in a violent orgasm as my cunt contracts around his cock.
But he doesn’t relent.
Before I’m even finished coming, he spins me around and shoves me up on top of the table, and he starts gorging on my pussy like I’m a royal feast.
“You taste as sharp as I knew you would, he says, lapping between my lips. “You taste like fire, like your whole body is ready to combust.”
“Jericho…”
His licks are harsh. He nibbles nearly to the point of pain. He thrusts his fingers inside my weeping hole and then moves down and shoves it up my ass instead, circling his finger knuckle-deep until I feel dirty, wicked bliss.
A garbled moan whooshes from my lips, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth, pinching it between his teeth, and I’m coming all over again.
He moves from my pulsing pussy to lick a path up the tattoos on my upper thighs, my sides, my arms. His tongue tracks over the intricate designs before he straightens up and hooks my leg over his arm.
He starts fucking me into the table as I say his name over and over again. He takes me hard and fast and without pause, never hesitating on how to move my body.
Jericho knows exactly how far I want to be pushed. He somehow knows just how tough I want it. He pulls every last drop of aggression out of me one orgasm at a time. Over and over and over, until I’m begging for a break.
When he comes, it’s with his mouth against the skin of my neck above my collar, with his lips at my vein, our pulses harmonizing in erratic rhythm.
Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump.
And then we’re panting together, blanketed in sweat and out-of-this-world gratification, and I realize he was right. This was exactly what I needed.
20
Jetta
Something is different.
My boots sink into the damp earth with every step, and the air is heavy with the mist of a clogging rain. The woods smell alive, like a breath of fresh air after the rainfall, every inhale cool and coating to my lungs.
But something is different.
It’s been a few weeks since the pack fight happened to get Reese back. It’s been weeks since Jericho and I started our...whatever it is we’re doing. It’s not a fling, and yet, I won’t call it something serious because of my own guilt that weighs more heavily on my shoulders with each passing day.
I thought that was what dragged me out of bed late this morning. I thought those old doubts and guilts were the reason for my restlessness. But now I’m not so sure.
Jericho had the day shift, and I didn’t sleep much last night, so by the time he got back, I was napping when he snuck into my bed. Reese has been staying with Luca every night, so Jericho wasted no time slipping in behind me and kissing me awake before sinking his length into my waiting heat.
He took me slow and indulgently, with firm hands grounding me against his hips and kisses peppered down my shoulders. It wasn’t fucking. It was something else. Something that went deeper than the thrust of his cock into my channel.
I thought that was what pulled me from the bed as soon as he started to snore. I thought that was what troubled me. My relationship with Jericho is different. There’s no doubt about that, no matter how much I try to ignore or deny it. But...that’s not what’s bothering me either. It’s something. Something I can’t quite put my finger on. Something lingering there at the edge. Something...
It’s not until a single bead of lazy, late rain falls from a tree above and lands on my neck that I realize what it is.
My hand shoots up to swipe away the raindrop, and then my fingers curl