Page 43 of Mated in Darkness

“And there’s sex too, right?” He asked with a tease, and I rolled my eyes.

“You know, I thought you were some just nerdy guy with a nice quiet demeanor who would just follow what I say. Apparently, I was wrong.”

He rolled his eyes. “It was the glasses at first, wasn’t it? I may be nerdy, but I’m not quiet, and I’m not weak. I never was, Kaylee.”

“I never thought you were weak.”

“I want you. Tell me more.” He leaned forward, deliberately bit down on my lower lip. And I let him.

Because he was mine.

When he moved back, I leaned forward, pressing my breasts to his chest. “Sex will cement the bond between us as humans, and then we’re together. Forever. And we have to figure out exactly what that means.”

“Good.” And then he crushed his mouth to mine. There didn’t need to be any more words then. Just mind. And need. And want. He pulled my shirt off quickly, before I could even take my next breath. He crushed his mouth to mine again the instant that he was able and gripped my hips. His hands slid down to cup my ass and pulled me towards him. I jumped, wrapping my legs around him, his thick cock pressed hard against my pussy. “I need you,” he growled.

“Good. Because you’re about to have me.”

We were in a small studio apartment that wasn’t ours, but the bed was right there.

He walked me towards it and laid me down on my back. I looked up at him then, cupped my breasts as I grinned. He smiled back, stripped off his shirt, and I sat up, needing him. My claws raked down his jeans, and his eyes widened, but he was so trusting that I wouldn’t hurt him that he didn’t move. Instead, I tugged away the remnants of his pants and gripped his thick cock in my hands.

“Jesus, I’ve wanted this.”

“Goddess, I’ve wanted this.”

“Good, because you’re about to have it.” And then he slid his hands through my hair and pressed forward. I opened my mouth, letting the drop of fluid at the tip settle over my tongue before I swallowed the head. He was thick, too thick for me to touch my fingers across, but it didn’t matter. He slowly worked his way in and out of my mouth as I leaned forward and took more of him. I used both hands at the base of him, working my head as I went down on him. Jason leaned forward, undid the clasp of my bra, and we both moved to toss it to the side.

And then he was palming my breasts, pinching my nipples, and nearly sending me squirming over the edge. I was still wearing my jeans, and I hadn’t thought this through. All I wanted was to feel him, to know him. He was so big in my mouth. It was hard for me to even breathe as I relaxed my throat muscles and slowly took him down deeper.

“Fuck, how can you do that? I’m going to choke you.”

I hummed against him and kept going, holding my breath. And when it was too much, I pulled back, the wet sounds nearly sending me over the edge.

I stood up then, still pumping him as I somehow was able to take off my pants, using my claws to rip off my panties. There would be more later. I didn’t fucking care; I just needed him.

And then Jason was tossing me on the bed, and I groaned, wanting his dick, but I couldn’t. He knelt between my thighs, spread me wide, hard into the bed, so I knew if I were human that he would leave bruises, but I didn’t care. Then his mouth was on me, tasting me, and I could barely breathe. My hands tugged at his hair, pressing him harder into me as he lapped me up, spreading my lower folds for him. When he hummed along my clit and speared me with three fingers at once, I nearly came off the bed. But I stopped myself, wanting more. I palmed my breasts, cupping them with eager hands as he kept going, fucking me with his fingers and his mouth. And when I came, my body shook so fiercely I was afraid we were both going to vibrate right off the bed.

I pushed him back on his back and gripped his dick again, needing it in my mouth.

Somehow Jason pulled at my hips, and I was straddling his face as I went down on him, both of us laughing at one another.

“Jesus, I’m going to come,” he growled.

I hummed against him, swallowing him as he filled my mouth, the musty taste like ambrosia.

I was losing my damn mind if I thought that, but I didn’t care. I just wanted more of him.

We pawed at each other, needing more, and then I was straddling him, gripping the base of his cock and spreading my folds.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“I’ve been waiting. Sit down, mate of mine. Let me fuck you.”

“I thought that was my line? Let me fuck you, mate of mine.”

And I lowered myself in one quick movement.

I let out a sharp bark of breath, both of us freezing as his thickness stretched me to beyond the limits.

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