Page 60 of His Fate

"Jesus, it looks like a fucking crime scene."

Kai barks out a laugh as he walks his beautifully naked ass toward the bathroom. "Did you not consider what happens when one is bitten?"

"Nope." I force myself to sit up as the shower turns on. "Just like I didn't really think about the fact your fire semen and my embarrassingly intense juices were going to make all of our blood spread as well as it did."

Kai walks back into the room with a fantastic smile on his face, scoops me up from the bed and carries me to the bathroom. He checks the temperature of the water then sets me on the stone bench before joining me.

"Fire semen?"

I nod then smile wide when I realize his dick is right in my face. Hopefully he can go again right now because I'm about to suck his cock like a lollipop and make him fuck me against the shower door.

His cocks swells, grows hard and thick right before my eyes. "You forget I can hear you now, my beloved."

I slide forward and grip his dick, run my tongue from root to tip then smile up at him. "I forget nothing, my lovely mate. Now just stand there and look pretty while I have my way with you."

Kai laughs.

For about two seconds.

Then it's a lot of cursing and growling.

Oh yes, my mate is lovely.

Lovely in all the best ways.

Best Laid Plans

Five days.

I had my beautiful mate alone for five whole days.

Just her and I.

Secluded.

Secure.

Totally alone.

Five glorious days and five blissful nights.

I'm amazed either one of us can walk right, have any energy left at all after the various ways—and positions—we spent our time together.

It wasn't too hard to convince Posey to stay longer than the original three days that she planned for, though she did make sure to check in with Hank as well as Kady and Bill once we reached night two. It turns out, a post-orgasmic Josephine is rather agreeable and easily persuaded to continue what she referred to as a “record breaking sex-a-thon.” I liked that terminology, however, I did remind her we will now have the rest of our lives together to continue engaging in said “sex-a-thon” so any record created or broken is really just an ongoing physical display of our love. Posey responded to that by giving me a blow job at the breakfast table.

I find that I enjoy blow jobs almost as much as I enjoy burying myself in her tight little pussy. I also enjoy how much Posey seems to enjoy giving me blow jobs and I actually said as much as soon as she sucked me dry, which led to a conversation that I didn't expect either one of us to be nearly as comfortable with as we were.

She told me, rather shyly, that prior to me she had very minimal sexual experiences. Not very many partners (which caused me to become only mildly jealous, demonstrated by the way I destroyed the arms of only one of the chairs at the table), never gave or received oral sex, and really only engaged in actual sex when the itch for release became too unbearable. Posey also stated that she'd never cared about her partner emotionally or his physical needs, on any level and always thought something was wrong with her because she felt selfish and no type of connection.

I shared with her how my experiences were much the same, explained that it was because somewhere in her subconscious mind she knew those men were merely place holders until her true mate came along, just as it was for me. She liked that, liked that we were somehow waiting for each other for sex to be meaningful but not without explaining that if I ever brought up my previous partners in any context ever again she would “feel the need to murder something” and since she was unable to get her hands on any of those females then I would most likely be her target.

Her jealousy is adorable.

Last night while Posey packed our bags, I decided to have the conversation that could have possibly led to murder anyway, and asked about our living arrangements moving forward because I was in no way going to survive any type of separation once we returned to Ashland. And once again, my mate surprised me.

Josephine said she would be more than happy to share my home under very specific conditions. Which of course makes perfect sense because she seems to have those for each of my propositions, sexual included.

First, Posey required I make sure my brothers would be ok with the idea of her moving in with us. I stared at her as if she were mad because of course they would be fine with it, they expected it and wouldn't allow my mate—any of our mates—to live separately and they sure as hell wouldn't allow our queen to reside somewhere they could not protect her. With or without the current threat Posey does not know we are facing.

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