Jason followed Christina into the townhouse, still stunned. She stepped aside to let him in then closed the door behind them.

Frankly, he was surprised that she had let him in. Or that she was talking to him. The moment he heard his name on her lips, the hope he thought had died bloomed again. Now, he had to convince her to be with him. To be his mate forever. That morning, he finally found the words he wanted to say to her and he was ready.

“Christina,” he began. Her back was still turned to him and he heard the lock click in place. “I wanted to talk so—”

She whipped around. “I don’t want to talk, Jason.”

“Oh.” What now? Should he beg on his knees for her forgiveness? Leave her alone and never see her again?

Christina took a step forward and placed her hands on his chest. “I said, I don’t want to talk.” She got on her tiptoes then pulled him down for a kiss.

The soft touch of her lips was a delicious sensation and for a moment, he thought he was hallucinating, that this was all a dream and he was going to wake up alone. But no, she was definitely real. The hands tugging at his shirt was real. Her lips were warm and real. And when he realized just how real she was, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him.

The touch of their bodies made her sigh against his mouth and he realized he couldn’t wait anymore. He picked her up in her arms. “Bedroom?” he asked.

“Upstairs, first door on the right.”

He took the steps two at a time, carrying her up all the way. Unable to wait, he kicked the door down, causing her to giggle. He approached the bed and lay her down on top of the soft covers.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she said, touching his face.

He turned his head and kissed her palm. “I didn’t want you to leave. I—”

“Make love to me again,” she said.

Her words brought a surge of desire through him and he wanted nothing more than to do exactly as she said. He removed her top reverently, taking his time, exposing her sweet, creamy flesh to his gaze. The last time had been quick and urgent, and he didn’t have time to admire her beautiful body. Now, he was going to savor every inch of her.

“What the hell?” he frowned at a burgeoning a bruise on her side. “What the fuck happened? Who hurt you?”

“It’s nothing,” she said, reaching for him. “Kickboxing class. My partner got sloppy and hit me.” She grabbed his hands and pulled him to her. “Don’t stop now…”

He nodded then moved between her legs, pulling her pants down and tossed them over his shoulder. The white cotton panties she was wearing had a wet spot in front, and he leaned down to lick it, tasting and smelling her desire.

“Jason,” she cried out.

Pulling her panties down, his eyes devoured her wet, pink pussy. She was incredible. He couldn’t help himself and he dove right in.

Her thighs pressing on his ears muffled her cries, but based on the way she was thrusting her hips up, she was definitely enjoying herself. He was too, licking up the delicious wetness of her cunt, sliding into her tight passage, and feeling her clench around his tongue.

He slid a finger into her, while he moved his mouth up to her clit. His lips clamped onto the sensitive bud, and she really enjoyed that. Her hips bucked up, wanting more and he gladly gave it to her. He sucked on her clit and fucked her with his fingers until she was shaking with her orgasm.

“Please, no more,” she begged, her breath labored.

“I’m not done,” he said. “I’ll never be done.” He pressed his mouth to her and coaxed another orgasm, making her back arch off the bed and her hands twist the sheets into knots.

When she recovered, she sat up and dragged him over her body, her eyes blazing with lust. “Get inside me. Now.”

He couldn’t deny her what she wanted. “Yes, ma’am,” he said with a cheeky grin. “But you might regret it.”

She raised her brow at him. “Why?”

“Because I won’t stop until you come for me over and over again,” he said, pulling her ankles around his waist. He was already hard and ready, and he guided his cock to her entrance. God, he loved the feel of her raw against him. He was glad she was on birth control, but he’d have to insist she stop taking it from now on. The thought of accidentally fathering children had always brought him into a cold sweat, but with Christina, he relished it.

He moved into her, slowly. She was still slick, but he was big and the last time she needed more time to adjust. Christina eagerly moved her hips up to meet him, and he sank into her with a satisfied groan.

He waited for her muscles to relax around him, and when she pulled him down for a kiss, he began to move his hips. Slow, lazy thrusts at first, just to enjoy the feel of her clenching around him. When she began to hum with need, he moved faster, deeper, and reached down to stroke her clit with his fingers. Her first orgasm was quick, and she clawed her nails down his back, making him nearly come from the sensation. But, he gritted his teeth and held onto his control.

He pulled out, and she relaxed and sighed, but he was far from done. Grabbing her ankles, he twisted her around in one motion so she was on her knees.

She cried out in surprise and he surged into her again. He pulled her to him, pressing her back against his chest as he thrust into her over and over. Quick, hard, and deep. His hands reached around to cup her luscious tits, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers.

Her cries became louder, and she yelped with each thrust into her. He pushed her down, driving her forward on her knees until she was braced against the headboard. He pummeled into her relentlessly, not stopping until she had two more orgasms.

“Jason,” she panted. “Come inside me.”

Fuuuck, her dirty talk was a turn-on. He flipped her over again, and hauled her back by her ankles. He surged into her, pushing in deep then pulled back before thrusting into her again.

“Keep your eyes open and look at me,” he said. Blue orbs opened wide, and stared up at him. “Beautiful,” he whispered, stroking her cheek. He began to move again, short quick strokes that had her sighing and sinking her teeth into her luscious lower lip. He changed the angle so he could hit her clit just right and she clenched around him, shuddering in another orgasm. Satisfied, he moved faster, enjoying the feel of her slick, tight pussy around him, squeezing him.

He grunted and his balls clenched, and finally he let himself go. Waves of pleasure shot down his spine as he had one of the most intense orgasms in his life. His hips jerked a few more times, pumping her full of his cum. Just like she wanted.

Jason braced himself on his elbows so as not to crush her, and after he took a few seconds to collect himself, slipped out of her then rolled them over so she was on top. Christina let out a contented sigh and relaxed against him and he wrapped his arms around her.

The air cooled around them, the hum of the A/C the only sound in the room. Christina’s body grew heavier, and as he looked down, he saw her eyes closed, her calm and peaceful face, her golden hair spread over his chest. It reminded him of that first time they slept together like this. Satisfied, he closed his own eyes, letting sleep take over.

* * *

Jason woke up fully aware of where he was. In fact, his mind had never been more clear in his life. Making Christina his mate was the one thing he was sure he wanted. And he couldn’t wait until it was official. But how did this work? He wished he’d paid more attention to his dad when he’d explained it. Well, Hank never explained how the mating process worked exactly. All he told them was that they would know it the moment it happened.

He reached over, finding the space next to him empty. He sat up, scratching his head. Where was she? They had been entwined the whole afternoon and evening, making love through the morning. He made her come over and over again, as he threatened. She begged him to stop, but he ignored her. Christina coming was one of the most intensely beautiful things he’d ever seen. Watching her sleep was the second, and he only let her close her eyes because he wanted to stare at her peaceful face while she slumbered.

He got up and picked up his discarded pants, hopping into them as he walked out of the bedroom. He glanced around, but couldn’t find his shirt. He thought he had placed it on the heater sometime during the night to dry it out. Where was it? Not it mattered. He wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

There was noise coming from downstairs, and he followed the sound. He turned right at the bottom of the stairs, to what he assumed was the kitchen. Sure enough, Christina was there, back to him, humming softly to herself as she stood by the stove, wearing nothing but his shirt.

He smiled and leaned against the doorway. “I could get used to this.”

Christina turned around, and she flashed him a smile. “I’m making breakfast. Bacon and eggs?”

“Yes, please,” he said. She motioned for him to sit down at the counter where she’d set up two place settings, then put some scrambled eggs and crispy bacon on his plate.

He took a bite of the bacon and she turned to the stove, but before she could walk away, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back so she straddled him.

“Hey,” she said, settling onto his lap.

“Hey,” he answered then gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “So … about that talk.”

Her mouth twisted. “I said I don’t want to talk.”

“Christina…”

She rocked against his hips, grinding against him. He groaned as he suddenly became hard from the friction and heat of her pussy through his pants. “Looks like someone doesn’t want to talk, either.”

“Christina,” he warned.

She gave him a seductive smile then slid off his lap. “I think he’d rather be doing something else.” She reached down between his legs and popped the buttons on his fly, releasing his cock. He was already half hard, but she made quick work of him as she stroked and pumped his shaft. He could see the desire clouding her eyes, right before she leaned down to take him in her mouth.

“Jesus.” His hands gripped the counter, the sensation of her wet mouth around him too much. “Christina.” His fingers shoved into her hair, guiding her gently. She slid her mouth along his length expertly, her tongue doing delicious things to him. Mouthing him enthusiastically, she looked at him, her blue eyes staring into his as his shaft slid between her luscious lips. She closed her eyes and let out a long moan.

It was too much. The sight of her on her knees. His cock in her mouth. The feel of her tongue and lips. “God … baby … you can’t … ” He tried to tug her up, but she pushed his hands away. Deciding to let her have her way, he gripped her by the hair and thrust his hips into her mouth.

“I … ugh … ” He let out a pleasured grunt, feeling his balls tighten and then release into her mouth. She wouldn’t even let him pull out, instead, drinking up every drop of cum from his cock.

He sat there in a daze, his cock still pulsing as she pulled her mouth away. His blood was still ringing in his ears when Christina stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Hmmm … I enjoyed breakfast. Did you?”

Hot damn.