Sienna jerked in his embrace, her body on fire, her brain confused by a bombardment of sensations. What was happening to her?
Jayce held her in place, not letting her back up while he grazed her nipple over and over before switching to do the same to her other swollen bud. “Let it feel good, Baby girl.”
It felt amazing and frightening at the same time. She was losing control. Her brain wasn’t functioning as if all the blood had left her head. She knew where it had gone, too. Her private parts between her legs were pulsing.
Sienna grabbed his thighs, swaying toward him if that was even possible. She wanted to climb him, straddle him, wrap herarms around his neck. If she weren’t still wearing the long shifts, she would do so. She was hampered by all the material.
Jayce threaded his fingers in the back of her hair, held her head steady, and brought his lips to hers.
Every brain cell left her body the second their mouths touched. All she knew was a floaty sense of bliss as he kissed her. His lips were soft and warm. Gentle and then demanding. He licked the seam of her mouth, causing her instinctively to open for him.
When his tongue slid into her, she whimpered. This connection between them was powerful and growing just as he’d said it would. She let her tongue join his, tasting him, learning how to kiss as he guided her.
She’d seen her parents kiss on rare occasions, but those kisses had been nothing more than pecks on the lips. Nothing like this. This…was earthshaking.
Jayce growled as he tipped her head to one side and molded their mouths together even closer. Still gripping her neck with one hand, he slid the other down to her breast and cupped it through the layers.
Sienna cried out into her mate’s mouth when he pinched her nipple. A rush of need raced through her.
Jayce suddenly jerked his hand away from her breast and released her lips. Panting, his eyes were wide. He looked frightened. “Shit, Sienna. I’m sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t mean to maul you without your permission.”
She frowned. Permission? Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to reorient herself with where they were. The room was spinning.
Chapter Six
Jayce cupped her face. “Are you okay, Baby girl?”
She licked her swollen lips. “Yes, Daddy. Why did you stop?”
A slow smile spread across his face, and then he groaned. “I only meant to get you out of that dress so you could use the bathroom without so many layers. I got carried away when your lips lured me closer.” He was teasing her. His eyes danced.
She blushed. “I feel weird.”
“That’s the bond, Little one. It’s perfectly normal. You’re going to feel weird for a long time. Your body wants to join with mine. I feel the same magnetic connection. It’s not just you. You need release. Arousal is making you shake.”
“What… What does that mean?”
Jayce lowered a hand to her chest again and thumbed one of her nipples, making her arch toward him and moan. “Have you ever touched your little nipples, Baby girl?”
She shook her head, heat suffusing her cheeks.
Jayce slid his palm down her tummy until he was nearly touching her private parts through the shifts. “What about here, Baby girl. Have you ever stroked your pussy with your fingers?” His voice was deep and low.
Her face heated further. “No, Daddy.”
“What you’re feeling is arousal, Little one. Your body is reacting to mine. Our nearness, our mingled breaths, tasting each other, touching each other. It’s what’s meant to happen between mates, but it’s stronger among Alphas and their mates.”
She had no point of reference, so it was hard to follow what he was explaining, but she understood the connection he spoke of. She felt it all the way to her core.
Jayce set her back a few inches and rose, taking her hand. “Come, Little one.” He guided her out of the nursery and across the hall.
When she glanced around, she realized they were in his bedroom now. His furniture was huge and dark, the bed bigger than any she’d ever seen before. Then again, Jayce himself was larger than any man she knew in the valley. It shouldn’t surprise her that his bed would be bigger.
He led her through that room and into a bathroom. It, too, was enormous with a tub large enough to hold more than one person, a separate shower, a small room with a toilet, two sinks, a long vanity, and a padded chair that fit under the counter.
Jayce turned her toward the smaller room with the toilet. “Go potty, Little one.”
She’d nearly forgotten the pressure in her bladder, but the need rushed back, and she hurried over to the little room, shut the door, and lifted her shifts. Moments later, relieved, she exited the smaller room.
