Chapter 20
JESS
Now that we were finally together in a bedroom, Cade didn’t waste any time. He pulled me close. He brought the sexy with him. Something about him aroused me deep inside.
When he leaned down to kiss me, my fire caught and spread. My nipples pebbled and I grew wet and slick between my legs.
His fingers ran down my backbone, investigating each vertebra. I arched and rubbed my cheek against his, feeling the roughness of his unshaven whiskers. I imagined that roughness rubbing me in between my legs. My pussy rippled.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured this.” He tipped my head back. One of his fingers feathered across my upper lip, and then dropped to attack my lower lip. He slid his index finger into my mouth. I sucked on it avidly. As he drew it back, I nipped his fingertip, and he laughed softly.
“I’ve pictured it a few times myself,” I confessed.
“I love your mouth.” He planted a slow hot kiss on me. His tongue advanced, touched mine lightly, and then withdrew, leaving me panting for more. I grabbed his head in both hands and pulled his face to mine. He fisted a hunk of my hair. He scattered kisses over my cheeks and chin, nose and eyelids. When I began to laugh, he sealed my mouth with his. His fingers gripped my jaw and held me still while he plundered me.
As our kiss broke, he teased my lips with the tip of his tongue. “I want this mouth around my cock again. Your tongue licking me. But first I need to feel the inside of your pussy.”
I loved the sexy things he said to me. During sex, I didn’t mind the crude. It turned me on.
I felt confident now that I was wearing the Choker. My worst fear was that I would shift to my darkling self spontaneously and either shock Cade into a state of dismay over the creature he had married or, even worse, attack him.
Now shifting was impossible. I planned to wear the device at night when we were together to prevent sleep shifting. If it turned him on to think of it as a slave collar, all the better. I could get into that.
I dropped my hands to his trousers while he stripped off my nightgown. He was wearing that sexy leather belt again, the one that smelled so good and felt so soft and smooth to the touch. I jerked it out of his waistband and dropped it on the floor. His mouth took mine again, hard, demanding. He held my head still so he could control the kiss. He liked to hold my head still for his cock, too.
I rubbed my belly against his partially open pants. His ripped, hard body was harder still, his erection straining at his jeans. I twisted my face away long enough to smile at him and say, “Too many clothes,”
“Easily fixed.” He let me go long enough to tear off everything he was wearing and toss his garments over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. “You didn’t answer me about birth control.”
“It’s okay. Pill. And clean checkups. You?”
“I get tested regularly, so I’m good. But I’ve got condoms.” He tossed a few on the bedside table and then dived back into kissing me again. A bit more of that, flesh to flesh, and I could barely contain myself. I lay down and opened my arms for him.
He fell atop me. His strong legs forced mine apart. “Arch your back. I want to feel your breasts rubbing against my chest.”
I obeyed. My nipples were hard little buds full of jangling nerves. He rubbed them in a manner that seemed to set each nerve ending aflame.
He raised himself on one arm and used his free hand to explore, beginning with the Highland choker. “I like this thing. Looks way hot on you, especially when you’re naked. You say it’s not a slave collar, but I say it is.”
“Whatever you say, Master.”
His blue eyes glinted. “I’m going to fuck you ‘til you beg me to stop.”
“That’s what they all say,” I sassed him.
He laughed in that unexpected manner that made me like him. I’d been hearing about what a player Cade Derringer was since I’d turned thirteen, but he didn’t seem to have much of an ego about it. Maybe I’d been wrong about his arrogance?
Don’t start liking him too much, I warned myself. You don’t know much about him yet and he sure as hell knows nothing about you.
We both explored each other, kissing, stroking, rubbing, finding sensitive spots and bundles of erogenous zones on each other’s bodies. My climb to orgasm was usually slow, but with him it happened quickly. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, saying it in such a low, sexy manner that it felt as though the simple opening of my mouth was a licentious act.
“Spread your legs. Grab my dick and position me between your pussy lips.”
Holy shit…why did that sound so decadent?
As he forged his way inside me, I began to pant. It felt so amazing, but I needed more. I shoved back, rocking on his thick shaft.
“Clench your pussy.”
No one had ever talked so dirty to me before. It got me hotter than I could ever remember feeling.
His cock plunged deep inside me, still huge, still spreading me wider than I’d ever been stretched before. I forced myself down on him, pulling back when he withdrew and slamming into him when he speared me anew. I wrapped my legs around his driving thighs and rocked, gasping as the pleasure suffused my clit.
“Talk to me, babe. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Um, you’re doing fine. Don’t stop.”
“Not planning on stopping anytime soon. But you’re gonna have to ask. Maybe even beg me. Think you can do that, babe? Try it.”
“Fuck me, then,” I said, trying the dirty on for size. It felt good. I rolled my hips against him and added a little rocking action of my own. “Fuck me harder.”
Now he moaned. Good. He might pretend he had everything under control, but my own animal senses knew better.
The pleasure built until it was deep and rich and crazy. I reached the plateau and hung there for a splendid moment or two feeling the bliss as everything let go. Pleasure radiated along my spine and into every nerve center in my body. I screamed as I exploded, milking his thrusting cock.
My eyes must have come open because I saw him looking down, watching me, smiling in satisfaction as I climaxed. Almost at once, his expression hardened, his own eyes closed and he pounded into me in the last few seconds of his own surge. He pushed himself up on his hands, bringing his pelvis harder against mine. I could feel his body as it erupted—the shudder and pulse of the entire length of him as he ground into me one final time.
When his body stiffened atop me, I moaned some more to the sound of his hoarse shout.
It was almost like having a second orgasm myself.
As we lay there in the afterglow, he raised his head and grinned at me. One of his hands lightly caressed my breasts, and that’s when I saw it. His drifting fingers gave off tiny glimmers of light. I blinked, wondering if I was seeing things.
“What?” he asked, noting where I was staring.
“Did you see that?” He looked down at my breasts. And stiffened. “What the fuck is that?” He tore his hand away.
“Maybe static electricity?” But even as I said it, I knew. From the startled expression on his face, he knew, too. The sevmelle was a sparkling light that was said to shine between two lovers who were fated to meet and fall in love.
But that was fable, surely?
My mother had believed in it, though. She had once told me that the sevmelle had burned between her and my dad. When he’d died, she said, he’d taken her soul with him.
That would certainly explain a thing or two, I’d thought at the time.
“Yeah, static,” said Cade, looking relieved at the idea. “Must be.”
“You don’t believe that legend about—”
“Of course not! Only fools believe that love light crap.”
“Agreed. We do seem to have some sort of physical chemistry, though. Atoms and molecules and that sort of thing.”
“Pheromones, I guess. That’s possible. That pheromone shit is even scientific.”
I pressed my hands to his bare skin beneath his collar bone. I didn’t see any lights now, but touching his skin felt so good. From the way he groaned and jerked me closer, I knew it was the same for him.
“Something in our DNA,” I murmured, kissing his earlobe. I caught it between my teeth and nipped him.
“Hey,” he laughed. “No chewing on the alpha.”