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Scooting myself down the bed, still holding Senna, I laid back and took her with me. We lay next to each other, and I kissed her, running my hand up and down her arm. It was soft, gentle, and so different than before. Still, it was charged with the potent mate energy that was freely exchanged between us.

Our lips and tongues mingled in a slow dance, the growing heat between us warming me down to my bones as my wolf bloomed forward, seeking out that tether to Senna. In my mind, I could see him running through the intricate waves of Völva magic within her. It was misty gray and shifting. He felt at home there, and so did I.

“Jet.” Her voice was an easy plea, and Senna scooted closer to me, draping her leg over mine.

“Sweet, sweet Omega. My mate. Mother of my child.”

Chapter 17 - Senna

Jet lavished me with kisses as those maddening touches continued along my arms and back. I’d never been so hungry for a person before. Every moment with Jet—with my mate—made my entire body thrum with need. It was a low current most times, only a comfortable arousal even just seeing him. But alone like we were now, after having been so bared to him, I craved his touch.

“Please, Jet. I need to feel you.” I pulled him with me as I rolled, landing his knees between my spread thighs. “I need…Gods, I don’t know how to say this. I just need…ground me, root me in my body.”

Jet buried his face in the crook of my neck, scenting and nipping. “I can sense it, sweetness. Everything that you need. I’m more than happy to deliver.”

That delicious purr rumbled out of Jet’s chest. I practically mewled as he drifted his lips across my neck and chest, kissing my collarbones and sending those vibrations ringing through me. I reached for the flannel, pulling it over my shoulders and off.

Sitting up for just a moment, I tossed the thing to the floor, and then Jet was right back on top of me, his delirious kisses on my heated flesh making me whimper.

Jet kissed my shoulders, trailing the caresses closer to my breasts over the slim bit of lace peeking out from my top. His hands smoothed down my arms until he hit my waist and slowly drew up the blousy tank before slipping it over my head and tossing it to the side.

Cool air rushed around me, and it felt great for how overheated I was. In the back of my mind, I was vaguely aware of the scars that were very visible in the lit room, but the adoration and appreciation traveling through our bond kicked the problematic thoughts to the curb.

“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His full, soft lips came back down, lazily inching over my sternum down to my lower belly. “Your mother is a wonder, little cub.”

I smiled, and the slow, unhurried exploration of my body continued. Jet freed me of my remaining clothing and then stripped himself. My core throbbed, a blissful beat of want pulsing through me as I admired Jet’s impressive set of muscles, a stark V leading to his proud erection.

He was wickedly built, the taught cords of hard-earned muscles tense across his chest as he towered over me. Faint white curls dusted his pecs, leading down to his hips. The gorgeous, unique locks were so beautiful and the way he raked his gaze over me was undeniably sexy.

“Roll over, sweetness. I want to taste you and then rut you. Nice and slow.”

My heart was an erratic drumbeat behind my ribs, and I flipped onto my stomach, pushing myself up on my hands and knees. Jet’s hand came to the nape of my neck, squeezing lightly before he dragged his fingers down my spine. I arched, my hips lifting and putting myself on full display for him.

“So damn pretty, little Omega. You're glistening for me.”

Warmth bloomed in my cheeks, an odd swelling of pride for being so ready for him. My nerves were going haywire, too, with an overabundance of sensation, and I was so very, very ready for him to claim me.

“Please, Jet. Please. Touch me.”

His soft chuckle sounded behind me, and then his lips were at the skin of my lower back, working their way down to the curves of my ass. I felt his claws lengthen, his fangs descending into his mouth again, and he just barely coasted them across my flesh. The tiny pricks sent goosebumps skittering across my flesh as he ghosted the deadly points over me.

“Oh, fuck, yes. That. Oh, Gods.”

A fire roared through my blood at the teasing, delicate touches, but damn, they were perfect. I loved the slight scratch of Jet’s claws—his fangs—as the feeling mixed with the steady pulse between my thighs. He’d bound us so completely, and the way the arousal rebounded back at me from him was intoxicating.

“You smell like a damned treat, Senna.” He slid his nose across my skin, inching his mouth closer to my exposed slit. “And I’m going to taste every inch of you.”

And he did.

Jet’s skilled tongue explored the weeping folds that were so excited for him. He smoothed it through them from the very top near my clit all the way to the small of my back. I moaned low, pressing against the slippery feeling. I wanted more, so much more.

“Ugh!” I cried out as Jet read my mind, going straight back between my legs and lapping up my juices.

Everything felt magnified by the gentle, slow touches. I could focus on each one in excruciating detail. My pussy pulsed in rhythmic waves as Jet devoured me. There wasn’t a single inch of my most intimate skin that was left untasted, unexplored by his sensual magic.

At once, his hands came up to my ass, his thumbs smoothing across the outer folds of my pussy. Jet spread me wide, opening me up even further for him, and a rush of wetness flowed from me as I considered how much more exposed I was.

I adored it. Every part of me loved being Jet’s to take and touch and see. Shy was a badge I’d worn basically my entire life, but the intense burn of my embarrassment at being so revealed to him washed away as I felt how much he enjoyed it through the bond.

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