The scent of books is filling my senses. Ofcourseit is Thea, you’re in your new library. But there’s like three actual books in here, not enough forthis. Then it hits me—peace. Jake’s here.
“Thea? Wake up.” His voices drifts in as he gently shakes my shoulder. Turning in his direction, I open my eyes to see him looking down at me softly, leaning over the arm of the chair. His dark hair is damp; he must have just showered. An image of him showering quickly fills my brain before I push it away. But it was enough to have me perfume. Jake’s eyes widen slightly in response, before a sly smirk spreads across his face.
“What were you dreaming about?” he asks teasingly, brushing some hair away from my face. Damn that was my curtain of safety. I’ll go with his assumption it was a dream.
“Who me? Nothing whatsoever?” I play up. He just hums in response and moves to sit on the ottoman that’s pushed up against my chair. He takes my feet into his lap and begins massaging them, making me groan in pleasure.
“You know your scent is starting to fade from my nook,” he says lowly, his hands never stopping. I didn’t even think how that would happen now that I have this room. “I missed it when I went there today to clear my head. Somehow it’s now impossible for me to fully relax without you or your scent being present.” Gods, his deep blue eyes pull me into their depths when he talks like this.
Sitting up a bit, I reach for his arm and pull him to me. He lets me, since I doubt I could move him otherwise. Now we’re lying side by side facing each other. I scoot closer to bury my face in his chest. His arms wrap around me, one cradling my head, the other my back. “Now you have both me and my scent. Take your fill.” My voice is a little muffled by his shirt.
I feel it in the bond before hearing it, his amusement. “Take my fill huh? You know that can be a dangerous thing to say to one of your bonded mates.” I love it when he’s playful like this. It’s so rare. Sometimes when we’d both spend time in his nook, the tension felt like it would kill me. I think one day I’ll need to live out that fantasy where we finally break the tension. If it wasn’t for the concern of the mini heats before, we definitely would’ve had sex there.It’s not all sexual tension between us; I loved those moments too because he’d always share a new record with me, one he clearly loved. It felt special that he’d share that part of himself with me, like I was learning him one song at a time.
His hand along my back is trailing lightly up and down, until he goes further, teasing my outer and then inner thigh. I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together, I can feel how turned on he’s making me, just with simple touches. Then I feel his warm breath on my neck, making me shiver in anticipation. He places gentle kisses there, then lightly bites at my ear, making me squeak in surprise. “I’ll take you up on that. Wring every drop of cum out of you tonight.”
Fuck. His voice could do the job if he wanted. He’s got me shaking with anticipation. Sheesh. His fingers sneak underneath my pants and panties before coming into contact with my already wet pussy. He doesn’t tease me, instead going straight for my clit, rubbing and circling it, even with my legs together you can hear the obscene sounds we’re making. My breathing is amping up, and he won’t ease up.
Digging my hands into his shirt as my body shakes with the impending orgasm, I whimper, “Jake.”
He takes my wrist in hand and sucks on his bond mark hard. That does it. His fingers somehow move faster. It’s more than I can take and I’m coming, my body going taut for a moment before releasing.
His fingers are lightly teasing my clit, still making me jolt a little every time. It’s so sensitive, I almost feel like I can’t handle any touch there. Jake finally removes his hand and then tastes me on his fingers. My scent is heavy in the air after that. Suddenly he’s readjusting us and quickly removing my clothes from the hip down. He’s now lying completely on his back, his hands digging into my thick thighs, almost trying to pull me to his face. He doesn’t say anything, only giving me a look of anticipation, as if saying he’ll wait all night.
I don’t mind being on top. Though the chair is a little too soft and plush for me to feel steady enough for this, but I’ll try. Moving slowly up his body, my thighs come to rest on either sideof him. I’m facing the back of the chair and window. Though it’s now completely dark outside so there’s nothing I can see before Jake’s hands on my thighs remind me of the task at hand. I lower myself slowly until his impatience seems to get the best of him and he’s pulling me down until my thighs are flush with his face.
He wastes no time and is immediately lapping up my slick and moving back to my oversensitive clit. I’m hunching over the back of the chair quickly. I want to slam my legs together; it’s so fucking sensitive. He’s eating me out like it’s his favorite meal. When the sensations feel too much, without thinking, I move my hips away from him but he’s there holding me to him, not letting me retreat. I’m shaking harder than before. That’s when he lightly bites on my clit, sending me to another dimension. Seriously I think my soul left my body.
It takes me a moment to realize he actually hasn’t stopped. Now he has a couple fingers in me as his mouth continues as if nothing happened. He is going to kill me with orgasms. A sheen layer of sweat is coating me everywhere. His fingers are moving at a slow pace in contrast to his tongue.
“Jake…it’s too much,” I rasp out. I haven’t said a hard stop. Before my heat, I went over my limits and everything with the guys and we came up with a safe word and motions in case I couldn’t speak. This isn’t a hard stop. Some small part of me is curious how far he’ll go, how far I can go.
The third orgasm sneaks up on me, washing over my body quickly and leaving me fully slumped against the back of the chair. Jake taps my thighs and I sit up enough for him to slide out. Then he hugs me from behind.
“You did so well.” He scent marks me as he leans his face and neck to mine. He must feel how much those words impact me in the bond. “Are you okay for more?” he asks, checking in. I love him for it.
“Yes.”
His hands are skirting up my soft belly until they reach my hardened nipples beneath my top. He toys with them for a while and it has me leaning back against him, moaning in pleasure. Then I feel it, his hard cock pressed against my butt. I grind my ass against him, making him groan at the contact. Good. A little taste of your own medicine. He moves and is entering me quickly. My arms are braced on the back of the chair as he pounds into me with abandon. I’ve felt this whole time in the bond how turned on he was. Every orgasm he gave me, every moan he heard from me, ratcheting up his own arousal. It’s amazing.
His hand grips my shoulder tightly, steadying us, as the other plays with one of my tits. Then he moves it down to my poor clit and pinches, making me scream out with a fourth orgasm, just as his knot enters me, feeling him fill me up.
He slumps a little against me but I can take it. His weight against me feels more like comfort than anything else. After he catches his breath, he helps rearrange us so we can lie on our sides while his knot goes down.
“Did you get enough?” I ask jokingly.
His face nuzzles into my neck, his beard tickling me a little. “I’ll never have enough of you,” he says, hugging me tightly. I could say the same for him and all my mates. One lifetime doesn’t seem nearly enough time. That’s a lesson I’ve learned well and true.
28
THEA
The wheel of this cart keeps squirming something fierce. It doesn’t help that Taz is yapping away like usual. To avoid feeling trapped at the pack house now that I’m no longer working at the lodge, I volunteered to do the grocery shopping. Anything to get out and do something. Don’t get me wrong. Reading the day away is great but we’re already so remote out here and not leaving the property felt a little suffocating. It’s not a feeling I’ve ever had before since I’ve never lived somewhere so remote.
Taz is just as happy to go somewhere as me. I guess that’s where we’re similar. Though I don’t completely hate small town life like he apparently does. I keep checking the list, as Taz continues to add whatever he wants to the cart as we go.
“Maybe you should get your own cart?” I ask sarcastically. He turns to look at me, his obnoxious grin stretching across his face. How someone can love getting under people’s skin so much is beyond me. I give him a look as I have many times that screams to put his cocky mask away.
He sighs, his grin evaporating quickly. “You need to lighten up.” I just roll my eyes at him and continue down the aisle. It’spretty early in the morning on a weekday so the market is nearly empty.
