Chapter 13

Zoe moaned, and rubbed her sore, stiff muscles. She closed her eyes and let the warm spray of water gently wash away the stress of the day. She’d spent the entire day working with Jack’s sister.  Fear, mixed with sexual frustration was a good motivator, and by mid-afternoon, she had started to feel a bit more confident that she might actually live to see her next birthday.

Now, as day turned to night she actually had hope that she could be the mate Jack believed her to be.

Smiling, she turned off the shower and reached for a towel. A couple more days and she would be able to fight him, then they’d have nothing to fear. Jack could draw upon her powers and protect them both.

She dried herself off and placed the wet towel in the laundry bin. As she turned around to grab fresh clothes from the closet, the door to her bedroom swung open. Surprised by the sudden invasion, she let out a small gasp.

“I made pasta, if you’re–” Jack froze in the doorway, his lips parted and eyes went wide, then darkened.

For a split second, she swore her heart stopped, just before it began pounding like a jackhammer in her chest. A hard rush of adrenaline pumped through her veins. Never in her life had she so willingly exposed her body to a man, but there was no shame standing in front of him, only undeniable need.

He inched towards her, his gaze devouring her body. His eyes gleamed with a wicked, sensual hunger that had her aching for his touch.

Desire and fear flashed through her. She didn't move. Couldn't. She was trapped by an overwhelming need to be with him. To mate–become one.

He didn’t touch her, though she swore his energy reached out and began caressing her skin, making her body shiver in response. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything.

“Fight me, witch, or get the fuck away. Far, far, away. Run. Now.” His voice was a harsh, broken whisper. He clenched and unclenched his fists, and the small knot on his jaw twitched.

Every cell in her body screamed to make love, but another even stronger desire took precedence.

It was time to fight for what she wanted.

“I’ll fight.” She licked her lips and jutted her chin. “For you, I’ll fight.”

He inhaled sharply and took another step closer. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, the intoxicating energy that flowed around him. He gripped her hips, pulling her hard against him. The tips of her breasts tightened as they brushed against the rough material of his shirt. Adrenaline surged, racing through her. 

“If we start this–”

“I know.” She placed her hands on his chest. The need for his touch overpowered all rational thought. “I’m ready.”

His hand slid slowly over the curve of her breast, and his gaze locked on her, sending flares of exquisite pleasure racing across her skin. His head dipped towards her, capturing her mouth with a kiss. This time nothing was held back.

Her hands were in his hair, pulling her to him, desperate for more. His tongue met hers. Licking. Stroking. Caressing. His kiss was pure energy. She shivered and arched towards him.

His body exuded his essence in a wild electric current that surrounded them both.

She was on fire. Ecstasy laced with lust took over every rational thought.

“Fight me,” he growled against her lips.

She whimpered when he pulled back. She conjured a tennis-sized ball of energy and thrust it into his midsection. He didn’t even flinch.

“That’s not going to do it, Zoe. Don’t toy with me. I’m hungry. I need you. All of you.”

He placed a palm blast just below her belly and she gasped in pain and pleasure. Damp heat spilled between her thighs.

She inhaled deeply and gathered the electrons around her, then threw a blast into his chest.

Wind and energy blew around them. A photo fell off the wall and crashed to the floor. The curtains blew and tangled as the wind picked up.

“Holy fuck.” Jack stepped back with a shocked expression and she laughed. He paused with a little grin. “Oh, you are so going to pay for that.”

He strode over, cupped her breast and his heat poured into her. The energy was like a magnet. Her core opened wide for him, calling to his thickness to end the madness. She throbbed so badly it was hard to stand.

“Do you want me, Zoe?” Jack smiled arrogantly, his eyes blazing and dark.

“Yes,” she whimpered. More than she had ever thought possible.

 “Then stop holding back.” He kicked his power up to full and sent a searing bolt straight into her core.

She stumbled back. Heat infused her body, an inferno of sensation that completely overwhelmed her. She gasped for air.

“Fight me, Zoe.” His voice stroked over her senses. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

He formed a perfectly round ball of fire, and tossed it at her. It exploded over her body.

How could she fight him when every nerve ending in her body screamed for more?

She sucked his electrons into her, and covered them with her own. In her mind’s eye, she pictured how she would sink onto his beautiful shaft. How he would fill her, stretch her, bring her the release she so desperately yearned for. Her thighs clenched, and she could feel the throbbing need in her clit.  She took the emotion, the desire, the hunger, and manifested it into a vortex.  It left her body and grew to encompass him completely.

Jack’s eyes closed and he groaned as the huge violet spinning body of energy encircled him. His head arched back and the muscles in his shoulder and neck tensed. Her name left his lips in a soft growl.

She reached her hands through the energy and caressed his body. She’d trapped him. A sense of power surged through her. She had full control. She placed her hands on his muscular chest and sent another surge of energy through him. His muscles bunched and rippled and she felt his heartbeat racing under her palms.

“Release me,” he growled, his breathing rapid, rough.

Her lips quirked. Not yet. Knowing she had authority over his body, was both empowering and erotic.

“I want to touch you.” She reached for his belt, unbuckling it. “Taste you.”

Her fingers flicked the button of his jeans. His cock strained against the fabric. She tucked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and his hips jerked when her fingers brushed against his engorged head. 

“Zoe,” he breathed out harshly. The blaze of lust in his eyes seared her.

She eased the material over his erection. His cock was long and thick, the heavy crown engorged. She wrapped her fingers around the swollen flesh and knelt in front of him. The power was hers. She could take and give what she wanted.

She looked up at him and licked her lips.

“You’re not playing fair.” Hunger flared in his eyes.

“You should have explained the rules better.” She chuckled and held the base of his cock in one hand, and cupped his balls in the other. She rubbed the swollen head against her tongue, her lips, and licked the bead that formed at the tip. “Mmmm.”

“Holy hell.” A rumble echoed from his chest.

She caressed the engorged crest, then took him further into her mouth. He hissed when her tongue stroked the underside of his head. 

“You’ve undone me, Zoe,” he panted, his body rigid, his face contorted in blissful agony. “Stop. Please. I am going to come too soon.”

She’d been forewarned that this was the final test. He had to verbally concede that she had trapped him. She flicked her tongue.

“I win.”

“No more. Release me.” His eyes were dark with lust. “You win. I’m yours.”

Instead of releasing the vortex, she stepped into it with him and gave up all control. She needed him more.

His lips covered hers and his tongue swept into her mouth. She inhaled his scent, tasted his kiss, took everything he gave her.

The hot flesh of his erection pressed into her stomach. His hands gripped her hips and jerked her closer. Her knees weakened, and the sensitive flesh of her sex throbbed.

“Jack,” she whispered his name with an edge of desperation.

The rough pad of his finger slid across her clit, and she jolted in response. His fingers stroked the sensitive flesh, parted the folds, and pushed into the depths, sending an ecstatic rush of sensations surging through her.

Whimpering in pleasure, she begged, “Don’t stop.”

“Now you yield, witch.” He raked his teeth over her neck, while his palms slipped up her belly to cup her breasts.

She gasped and felt herself sinking into him.

“You know I already have.” 

Power coiled through him. Roughly, he hauled her to the bed. Her back met the mattress and he positioned himself above her. He spread her thighs wider with his knees. She curled her hands over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles clench and tighten under her palms.

He stilled above her. The thick head of his cock nudged the swollen folds.

Amidst the addictive hunger, there was something more. Something Zoe didn’t want to speculate on. For a moment, apprehension edged at her arousal. 

“Say it, Zoe. Say you’re mine.”

It was a claiming.

He was claiming her.

And she desperately wanted to belong.

“I’m yours,” she whispered.

He thrust into her, working himself deeper, his gaze locked with hers. She gasped and gripped his shoulders tighter. He eased back, then pushed inside her again, slowly, deeply. He filled her perfectly.

“Mine,” he growled. “My mate.”

“Yes.” She was fighting to breathe. Fighting to make sense of the sensations tearing through her.

His hips jerked hard, burying himself further inside of her.

 “You need to say it back to me, angel.”

“My mate,” she whimpered, feeling a new surge of energy pulsating through her body. A brilliant array of color, pleasure, and sensations vibrated through her. For a brief, intense moment, she felt as if her body and soul merged with his, and her senses exploded with the pleasure of it.

His cock throbbed inside her, thick and hard, stretching the sensitive tissue. Electric pulses began to race through her body.

Jack’s jaw clenched, fighting for control. He pulled back, then slammed in harder and deeper, impaling her with swift, hard strokes.

She dug her nails into his shoulders and gasped. Her vision darkened as she cried out with her release. The pleasure broke her. Every neuron in her body seemed to explode in ecstasy.

The vortex burst, sending violent waves of energy ricocheting off the walls. She heard Jack’s shout, felt the overpowering pleasure of his release pulsating inside her.

Closing her eyes, Zoe held onto him and knew nothing would ever be the same again.

She was lost to him.