Chapter 263 Chapter 263
Jesse’s hands stopped the movement. “In a minute.” He whispered against her ear.
She looked up at him, his eyes were dark and heavy, the same way her own felt. She licked her lips, wanting his mouth on hers again. As if he’d read her mind, he kissed her. It was fast, frantic, his tongue stroking hers. She moaned, it felt so good.
He tore his mouth from hers and started backing her down the hallway.
She grabbed his jeans again, wanting to see him.
He grasped both her hands in one of his. “Not yet. I’m not a little man, babe, I need to get you ready.” He stopped by the bathroom and turned her so she could see them in the mirror. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her back against him. He watched her reflection. “Have you ever touched yourself? Made yourself feel good?”
She shook her head, watching his reaction as she did.
He made a low noise, that vibrated against her ear. She sucked in a breath as his hands ran over her breasts and cupped them. Releasing one, he covered her hand with his and slid it down her body. Nudging her legs apart with his knee, she let him guide her hand between her legs.
A low moan came from her throat as he moved her hand through the wetness. “Our bedroom,” he whispered against her neck, “is going to have a full-length mirror, so I can see all of you.”
She swallowed, trying to find the words to speak, and couldn’t. Between his hand on her breast and the way he was moving hers, she couldn’t think, couldn’t focus.
His breathing was as rough as hers, pulling her hand up, he leaned around her and sucked on her fingers. He growled low and turned her, so her back was facing the mirror now. Dropping to his knees, he lifted her one leg and put her knee over his shoulder.
She gasped when he ran his tongue over where her fingers had been. She couldn’t see, or hear anything, she was only aware of him and what he was doing to her. She was gasping and trying to hold herself up.
Without warning, he sucked on her hard and she cried out as her whole body erupted into waves of pleasure. She felt like she was floating up and falling at the same time.
Jesse stood up and held her against him, his hand still rubbing against her as his mouth swallowed her screams of pleasure. His kiss gentled as she felt like she was floating in his arms now. She could taste herself on his lips and found it an odd thing that she didn’t mind at all.
“Catch your breath, we’re not done.” He said against her mouth. Picking her up, he turned to get them out of the small space and down the hall.
He lay her on the bed and then leaned down and licked one nipple. Ripples of pleasure shivered through her. He did the other one and more delight filled her, she sucked in a sharp breath.
“So fucking responsive.” He rubbed his hand over the front of his jeans. “It’s killing me.”
As her mind cleared, it came back to her what her intentions had been. Still not able to breathe normally, she got to her knees and rubbed her palm over the bulge in his jeans.
Jesse hissed out a breath but didn’t stop her. When her fingers fumbled, trying to undo the button, he made faster work of removing them.
Her breath caught in her throat as he revealed all of his body. She glanced up at him to see he was watching her carefully as if he was waiting for her to reject him. Lowering her gaze again, she ran her hand across his waist and then took him in her hand. He sucked in a breath. She felt like she had power over him and that pleased her more than she thought possible. She squeezed lightly and ran her hand down the length of him.
Jesse growled deep in his throat then put his hand over her, “not a good idea this time.” He moved and then dropped down on the bed, taking her with him. “I want you too much right now and I don’t want to hurt you.” He brushed his lips over hers.
His kiss was slow as if he were tasting her and she felt her whole body respond. She wanted to devour him. At that thought, she became aware of her cat again, and there was no mistaking the message she was conveying. Ours. Claim him.
Pulling back from him, she put her hand on his shoulder to stop him from leaning in to kiss her again. His kisses made her forget things and she needed to focus right now. She needed to get this right.
“Jesse,” she waited until his sexy eyes connected with hers, “I,” no that wouldn’t work, “we accept you.” A surprised look appeared on his face, “we claim you as our mate.”
He held her look for a few seconds and then leaned back until he was lying flat on the bed. When he moved his head to the side, baring his neck to her, she knew she’d said it right and he understood. He dropped his hands away from his body and lay there.
She had no idea what she was doing. She touched her teeth with her tongue, they were just regular teeth. Now her cat left her alone?
“Don’t be nervous, babe, you don’t even have to think about this, your cat knows what to do.” He tilted his jaw, so he could look at her, “I’m not supposed to touch you, but if you were to hold my hand, I don’t think that counts.” He held up his hand.
Exactly that. She thought, is why he’s our mate, why I want him so much. He just knew what she needed, what they needed, every time.
Taking his hand, she moved over, so she was leaning across him. Their eyes connected again.
“I love everything about you,” he whispered, “all of you.”
When he turned his head again giving her free access to his throat, her cat was there. Her mouth filled with sharp enough teeth to puncture his skin. Leaning down, she licked over his skin, not even second-guessing where she should mark. “You’re ours, Jesse Pruitt.” She hissed out in a vaguely human voice, then bit into him.
Her whole body was on fire again as she lifted her head and licked over the bloodied mark in his skin.
Jesse growled and flipped her to lay on her side, pulling her back into his hard body. “Vanna,” he whispered close to her ear, “don’t fight me, my cat,” he nipped her jaw, “is too close.”
She understood what he was saying and pressed back against him.
He leaned over and touched her jaw, so she’d turn her head. His mouth clashed with hers with such a force, that she tasted blood. She didn’t know or care if it was her own or his. His hand moved down her hip and then lifted her leg, so he could place his between them. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He gasped against her mouth.
She could feel him shaking as he tried to control his movements. “Tell me,” She hissed out a breath when he stroked between her legs, “what to do, Jesse.”
He growled in response, then turned her to lay on her stomach.
Before she could figure out why that position, he reached under her hips and pulled her to her knees. He leaned over her, forcing her to bend closer to the mattress.
She felt him push into her, stretch her, and fill her and she thought she might die when he stopped. Her cat wanted this.
“Is that okay?” He was breathless.
“Don’t stop,” she managed to say.
He moved a little more then stopped, “my cat.” He growled.
She didn’t understand about sex or anything except her mate was distressed, and she needed something more. Before she could puzzle it out, her animal guided her movement to push back against him. There was a brief stabbing feeling, and then she realized how good it felt.
Jesse nipped her shoulder and started moving in and out of her. His hand moved down between her legs and held her still from there so he could move faster.
Her legs were shaking, her whole body was heating up fast. He grasped her hair and held her head exposing her neck. She expected the panic when his hot breath was against her neck, but her cat took over and made her submit to what he wanted.
Evanna thought she was going to explode when his teeth pierced her flesh. She cried out, her body convulsing and clamping around him sending waves of pleasure through her.
He didn’t release his bite on her neck until she was moaning and unable to move.
Lifting his head, he licked over his mark and then thrust harder into her. She could hear their bodies slapping together and thought she’d never felt this good in her life.
With a sudden move, he pushed her legs further apart with his own and reached to rub between them. Her whole body clenched as he did that, she tried to move her head so she could look, but he stopped her and pushed it to the other side.
“Mine.” He said against her ear then his teeth sunk into the other side of her neck.
She heard herself scream as the convulsing hit her again. She thought she might not survive it. Jesse stiffened over her, then released her neck and groaned against the back of it.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed as she lay there trying to remember how to breathe.
His weight was crushing her, but she couldn’t have cared less.
He moved her one leg, then the other, and rolled them onto their sides while he was still inside her. Her whole body was numb but throbbing at the same time.
“Did I hurt you?” He said between panting and trying to breathe.
She shook her head, “No.” Was the only talking she could manage.
“My cat took over.”
She smirked, “mine too.” She felt his deep chuckle against her back.
“The two marks,” he said quietly, “there’s a reason for them.”
“So that men know regardless of what side they see?”
He laughed, “no, but that works too.” She felt his breath against the back of her neck, “so if I touch your neck, this happens.” He licked over the one mark, and she clenched around him.
She gasped.
He did it again. “Instead of an awful memory, you’ll want me inside you instead.” He licked over it a third time and her inner muscles gripped him tight. She felt him harden again and was both shocked and excited. She had a lot to learn about this.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her back. With a playful grin, he pushed between her legs and nudged them apart. “Now that you’re ready for me, I won’t hurt you.”
She moaned as he entered her again. Sure, she might not survive more, but she didn’t care at all.