39 – Mating

Leilani sighed in relief when Jaggar slid into bed with her. She folded back into his arms. He growled and kissed her neck. “Yes,” she said. She’d slept all she could sleep.

It was time and she was ready. Below the covers, her mate’s hand touched her hip, gripping her there, pulling her close to him. His thick cock pressed against her belly, hard as steel.

She heated too quickly, feeling suddenly hot all over. She flung the covers off her. Her mate ran his hand up her side, softly, so softly. She never would have imagined that a male as intense as he was could keep himself so still for so long. She appreciated it. She couldn’t see, but she could feel, and she could hear, and that was all she needed. She reached for him, not sure what to touch first, her seeking fingers finding firm abs, not daring to go lower like she had in the shower.

Jaggar traced her naked hip, moving up her side, over the curve of her shoulder, across her collarbone, then down her chest between her breasts. “Beautiful,” he said. At the sound of his voice, her body picked up exactly where it had left off the last time he had touched her and her hips thrust forward. She wanted him so bad. She was so swollen. She never wanted him to stop touching her.

“Perfect,” Jaggar said, his voice a rough, sexy idle that sent shivers of pleasure through her, and for just that moment, everything seemed ok in her world. Being blind didn’t matter. Being terrified she would be even a worse mother than her own mother, that wasn’t relevant. Because Jaggar would make it ok. Somehow, these moments of pure pleasure with her mate would make up for everything else.

He ran his fingers down her belly, then across the front of her hip, leaving her torso, grasping her hand and pulling it to his mouth to kiss the fingertips. “I would do anything for you. I would die for you,” he rasped.

“Make love to me,” she said, letting it all go, letting the questions about protection and claiming and would it hurt all fall away. She was only there, in the moment, with her mate, waiting for what came next.

His hands didn’t slow or falter, but he did not say a word. She waited for a moment, then took his hand and put it on her breast. His thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple and she sighed, arching into him. She rushed to speak, in case he still needed words from her. “Believe me when I say I want this, if you want this.”

“I do,” he replied simply.

“Then take me, Jaggar. Make me yours.” Her voice wavered. “I trust you completely,” she told him. “I’m sorry if… if you ever felt I was scared of you. I might have been before I met you, but as soon as I first touched your animal, I knew you would never hurt me.” Her fingers clutched at him. “I knew, not in my head, but in my heart. My head was stupid for a while.”

He tensed next to her for just a moment, then he relaxed and kissed her gently. “Don’t be sorry,” he rasped, then he pressed into her. He rolled her nipple again and growled into the room. Far away, she heard voices. Someone closed a door somewhere in the house, she felt the pressure change in the room from it.

He pulled away from her for too long. “Let me lock the door,” he said. She heard his steps, heavy and long, across the room. Then he was back, sliding back into the bed with her. She reached for him.

Her hands fluttered over her mate’s body, chest first. Again, she found the hair on his chest, then his midsection, and decided to follow it where it led. She was afraid he would stop her again or that she would stop herself, but he didn’t, and she didn’t.

She found what she was looking for. His cock. It was big, and terrifying and so hard she couldn’t stop touching it. That was going to fit inside her? She squeezed it hard, feeling for give. It had none.

Jaggar groaned and thrust his hips forward. “Lele, you’re killing me.”

She wished she could see it. She fluttered her fingers over it again, tracing the head, the ridge that divided head from shaft, then going lower, all the way to his balls. He shifted his hips around and raised one leg, a deep noise of assent rumbling through him. She brought both hands around him and squeezed again. Jaggar trembled, his hips thrusting farther toward her. She moved her hands up and down, just lightly, from the base of his thickness to the head. He growled, then groaned again. She smiled. She did it again. She did it again, and then, unable to help herself, she shimmied down his body, before she lost the nerve, and kissed the tip of his cock, even daring to poke her tongue out and lick it once.

She thought her mate was going to lose his mind. He growled and said her name, then his big hands touched her head gently, brushing at her hair. “I can’t take it,” he said. “I can’t take that. I’m going to explode if you do that again.”

“That’s what we want, right?”

He laughed, just a little chuff. “Yes, but not so soon. You had a request.”

She didn’t want to let him go, though. She moved her hands up and down on his hard cock. “Like this?” she asked, her voice small but bold. “Do you like it like this?” She wanted to know everything he liked. She wanted him to coach her on anything that felt good to him.

He covered her small hands with his large ones, making her swoon, matching her movements. “Just like that, it feels amazing.” Her mate was so fucking sexy she wanted to devour him whole, but he would not let her. He pulled at her hands until she let go. He maneuvered her how he wanted her, on her back, nudging her legs open. “You wanted me to make love to you,” he whispered in her ear as he covered her body with his. She smiled to the ceiling and ran her hands over his shoulders, then down his big arms. The muscles were deliciously tense and bulging with the weight of holding his body up.

Yes, please, she told him. She was so open, so relaxed, so full of anticipation, that every slide and glide of her hips was a delicious torture, creating the slightest rub of her own flesh upon flesh, her swollen, swollen labia, her clitoris that ached to be touched. He was going to do it. He was going to enter her. He kissed at her neck and murmured sweet words to her, and her body swelled and trembled and she levered her feet so she could lift up to him, wanting him inside her.

He groaned. He growled. He entered her, slowly, but he was so big and it was so intense she cried out anyway. It hurt, but not bad, and the pleasure that came with it made her grit her teeth against the pain and squirm under him, urging him deeper.

***

Jaggar used every bit of control he had over himself to keep still, to barely move, to only give his mate what she could handle. She felt so exquisitely good around his cock, like nothing a life of no-women had ever prepared him for. She trusted him. She wanted to be there with him. She took pleasure from his body and gave him pleasure with hers. He wanted to stay inside her forever.

She made a noise, a soft noise that was almost a cry, and then she bucked her hips forward and made a high keening noise in the back of her throat. She grabbed at the sheets, her sheath clutching at him, her sweet frosting scent flaring through the room, her eyes closed as tightly as possible.

She was coming around him and he’d barely gotten started. What a gift this woman was. How many times could he make that happen?

“Lele,” he growled in her ear.

She cried out again, and bucked her hips, driving him deeper into her. He groaned at the sensation and clutched at her, letting her tell him what she wanted with her hands on him, pulling at him, and the way she rolled her hips under him.

“Lele,” he whispered, this time urgently, but it was too late. He was going to come. He pulled out of her, spurting onto her belly.

Her eyes opened. Silver. She blinked vacantly, and he knew she could not see a thing.

But he did not miss the look on her face. It was one of relief.

***

Leilani lay sated on the bed, completely relaxed from the best orgasm she’d ever had in her life. She hadn’t had many, privacy and normalcy having been in short supply for the last decade of her life, but she knew that one had been a whopper.

Eyes closed, she touched the dampness on her belly. Jaggar had cleaned her up, but the sheen of him was still there. “Did you do that for me?” she said in a small voice. “Did you pull out because you thought I wanted you to?” She hadn’t thought about that part of it, she’d only plunged in to the sensation and the feeling of rightness between her and her mate.

He didn’t speak for a few moments. He lay down heavily beside her and caressed the soft skin around her middle. She found the blanket and pulled it up over them, resting her hands on his chest.

“I’m a-”

Leilani put her hand on his mouth, fluttering her fingers that way quickly. She didn’t want to hear the word ‘beast’. She loved Jaggar’s animal and it was hard to see her mate feel differently.

“Are you worried our babies will be… like you?” she said, her eyes still closed. It was easier to ignore the silver light when her eyes were closed.

He didn’t speak for a few minutes, and when he did, his voice was strangled. “Aren’t you?”

Leilani didn’t know. She shook her head. “I-”

Her throat clogged, but she fought to keep talking, keep communicating. “I don’t know your wolf’s name,” she said, changing the subject, holding a hand to her head.

Jaggar moved like he was shaking his head, but he seemed to relax a bit. “I know Harlan and Evie know their wolves’ names, but most of us don’t.”

“You know Tabias,” she said.

“I do.” He didn’t speak for a moment. “Because of you.”

She moved her hand to her mate’s shoulder, then down his arm, realizing just how little of his real life she knew. Would she fit in with his friends? With the other mates? Would they like her? What would daily life be like?

Jaggar caressed her neck, lightly, and the bed shifted under them. He was leaning back on the pillow. She scooched herself close to him and laid her head on his chest, running her hand in lazy circles on his stomach, while he did the same on her back.

Someone knocked on the door. “Stay here,” Jaggar told her. He popped out of bed naked and crossed the room quickly. She heard the door open.

“There’s no one here,” he said. “Just a box.” He closed the door. She heard it lock. She sat up in the bed. “What’s in it?”

He snorted a laugh. “All my books and my alarm clock and my memorabilia from my room and a note.” He snapped the paper and read it. “Aww, look at Jaggar, all growed up. Full stop. We’re turning your room into a sex dungeon. Your bed and your clothes will be on the porch. P.S. If Wade asks, you turned us on to a possible cock-fighting ring run out of the back of the Salvation Army.”

Leilani laughed. “I like them.”

“Let’s check in again on that subject in a month or two,” Jaggar said. “They get annoying pretty quickly.”

He dropped something on a table, then said, “There’s a bag in here for you, too. Some books, a painting, and there’s a note, too.” He put it in her hand.

She pushed it back at him. “Read it for me?”

I found these on the porch. I’ll read them to you anytime, or get you the audio books. Eventine. P.S. Canyon and Timber will move Jaggar’s bed into the spare room tonight.

Leilani wasn’t sure how to feel, how exactly to deal with everything she had lost. Silver flared in her mind, her own thoughts pressing down on her suddenly. But Jaggar was there. He slid into the bed next to her. “Hey, talk to me.”

She didn’t, though. She just cried, while he held her. And when the tears dried up, when she was more blank than sad, she still felt better, even though she hadn’t said a word.

Her mate stroked her. Little by little she gave herself over to him. Her grief faded to a slow hum, and then he was inside her again, and this time it lasted for hours, for days maybe, as he rocked and rocked her to orgasm again and again.

He did not come inside her once.