Page 36 of Stormbinder King
She was enjoying it, enjoying her triumph over me.
Jack’s hips snapped forward and he began to pulse inside her, looking down to where their bodies joined.
Her toned belly shook as she came on a cry, my mate filling her so full his cum ran down her thighs.
I wanted to die right there in the corner of the meeting room, right there among the grunting, earthy stink of sex and joy that wasn’t mine.
It was only when my flailing arms knocked over a clay bowl that Jack turned around.
He didn’t look surprised or pleased to see me, just jerked his head toward the door.
“Wait outside.”
“But—”
“I said wait outside.”
I ran, across the dark clearing and up the rope ladder to our treehouse.
But the lights, the warmth of home meant nothing to me now and I slumped into a chair in the corner, pulling my toes up to my chest as I shivered.
What should I do?
Should I try to run away?
Where could I go?
Jack climbed up the ladder about ten minutes later, his light, easy tread on the boards of the porch.
“What’s wrong, Andromeda?”
My eyes stung from crying.
“What’s wrong is you and—andher! How could you do this to me?”
“I didn’t do anything to you,” he said, kicking off his boots and walking toward me.
He still looked slick with sweat. He still smelled like her.
“How m-many women did you have sex with?”
“Do you really want to know that?” Jack countered smoothly.
A wave of his scent hit me, cinnamon-sweet and mixed with masculine odors, sweat and blood.
His cock would be wet withhercunt.
“I thought when you chose me, it meant—it m-meant?—”
I stopped, horrified that my stutter was becoming harder to control.
“It meant thatIwas the only one.”
I looked down at my toes, ashamed and feeling close to tears.
Jack was behind me, his cool hands gently pulling the hair off my sticky heated neck so he could kiss me.
“What you saw means nothing,” he said. “You’restill my fated mate.”
