Page 15 of Jabba's Journey

“Dear Goddess, I thought I lost you somehow,” he mumbles, his lips caressing my forehead. “I woke to find you in a trance of some sort. Nothing I said or did let you come back to me.”

“I… I had a visit from the goddess. I’m not sure which one, but she showed me what would happen to the both of us if we denied our mating. It’s not good, Jabba. I couldn’t stand it if neither of us found happiness. Growing bitter and distancing ourselves from those we love.”

“Rejection is hard on a shifter and his intended half’s soul. It can make you hateful, or in some cases, if the people aren’t strong enough it causes death,” he explains. “It’s a hard road to travel if you choose to go against Fate’s designation.”

“I choose life and joy, Jabba. I choose you,” I reply. “Please.”

He lowers his head, and his lips gently caress mine, teasing a moan out of me. For such a big, somewhat fearsome man, his touch is soft. “I’d rather be home in my den…ourden,” he murmurs.

“I’d rather be with you, and it doesn’t matter where,” I admit. “I draw my strength from water elements, you’re a wolf who’s in tune with nature. What better place to complete our mating?”

“If this is where you’re the most comfortable, then this is where we’ll bond, baby. And you’re right, my wolf is in his elementwhen he’s surrounded by nature. And who knows, this may make us stronger in the long run.”

“That’s what I was thinking too,” I admit. “I’m ready, Jabba. Mate me. Claim me. Make me your family.”

“No words you’ve spoken have sounded sweeter on your lips,” he declares as he bends his head and captures my lips with his. I never understood what possession felt like until his tongue swiped itself against mine. Sparks explode behind my eyelids, and I whimper into his mouth.

Because we’re both already naked, I can feel his hard length pressed against my side since he has me cradled in his arms almost bridal style. My nipples tighten in response to the onslaught from his kisses and when he lowers his head, I moan.

The sensations coursing through me are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before as my hands roam his body, touching wherever I can. He’s hard all over; muscular and built, with a six pack that flows into a very impressive package. My core clenches as desire hits and I watch his nostrils flare before he leans down and lightly nips at one of my nipples before flicking his tongue over it to soothe the slight sting.

“Jabba,” I groan, pressing my chest closer to his, needing the friction of his skin against my erect nipples. “Please. More.”

“I want to take my time, explore every inch of you. We’ll only have one mating, Electra. I want to make it special, not rush through it.”

“We have forever for that,” I reply, a slight foreboding overshadowing the pleasure currently coursing through me. I don’t know why there’s this sense of urgency, but I learned a long time ago never to question my goddess given instincts. Withthe fear of the tides turning on us and the warning I was given, I decide to share what I was told and shown. “Jabba,” I whisper, “I don’t think we can afford to take our time. Something’s not right.”

“I feel it too, but rest assured, wewillbe going nice and slow later,” he replies, lowering me to the ground then covering my body with his.

He reaches between us, and I feel his fingers swipe through the apex of my thighs. An almost feral expression crosses his face as he murmurs, “So wet for me, Electra. You ready, baby?”

I can only nod as he notches the head of his dick at my entrance and slowly enters me. The fuller I get, the more my joy increases. As I wrap my legs around his waist, he starts to move, his hips gyrate and my pleasure ramps up exponentially. I’m a bit nervous about the pending mate mark, but I’ve heard it enhances pleasure. I know it’ll happen right as we both climax and I can feel mine fast approaching.

“Jabba,” I warn as my back arches.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he promises, his voice a bit garbled as his canines elongate, preparing to penetrate my skin and insert his regenerative saliva into my DNA that’ll help me not only live longer, but connect us in ways that can never be undone.

As my orgasm hits, he strikes, his teeth sinking into the fleshy part of my neck at my shoulder. I scream out my release as whatever is in the bite courses through me, ramping up the feelings until I get to the point I don’t think I can handle much more.

He collapses on top of me before quickly rolling so he doesn’t crush me, his hands cradling my body as he places a kiss on my already swollen lips. “Fuck.”

“Well, that was a bit…,” I start, only to have him begin laughing beneath me. “Jabba? What’s so funny?”

“Babe, there are no words to describe how I’m feeling right now. I had no clue this is how it would feel marking my mate.”

Even though I didn’t feel what he did, a sense of pride washes through me that my mate is satisfied. Cupping his face, I kiss the underside of his jaw, not missing his shiver as he gazes up at me.

As we hold onto one another, a black cloud forms over the two of us, and as our bond settles and strengthens, the cloudy structure screams as if our union has pained it.

“Blood magic,” I whisper, ducking my head and settling it between Jabba’s neck and shoulder.

The witches who dabble in blood magic are evil and malevolent and I shudder when I think that they were attempting to keep Jabba and I apart so we couldn’t mate. It’s more important now than ever that Harmony, Karsyn, and I go through our grimoires. We may be witches with different affinities, but there’s a reason we were all drawn to these two clubs.

The question is, how can we figure it out so no one we know and love is harmed?

“Don’t ask me how I know this, but the Red Caps were responsible for that,” Jabba says, wrapping me up tighter in his embrace. Protecting me from our enemies' grasp. “We need to get back and inform Cyrus. Something else is coming.”

“I need to be around as many light witches as I can. We can protect each other as well as the rest of our family. We have strength in numbers as my grandmother used to preach,” I acknowledge.