Page 47 of Tempting Jupiter
Feeona reached behind her, wanting him in her hands, but there was no space between them. Her hand ended up clutching the taut flesh of his ass. Her fingers dug into the unyielding flesh as if to urge him even closer. He grunted in approval as muscle flexed beneath her ungentle touch.
She whimpered again as he shifted away from her, leaving her back exposed to the cooler air. Then her back pressed against the sheet and he settled between her legs. He slipped one arm under her to lift her toward him. He looked his fill as he gripped her thighs and positioned her where he wanted her. He was like a god kneeling there. The broad expanse of his chest captivated her. Powerful muscles wrapped around him, made strong by physical labor and brutality. She could see every muscle beneath his skin, beneath the scars—silvery lines, thin traces and thick reminders of old injuries. Without the fire burning in her belly, she might have been distracted by them, but the need he’d stoked burned too hot. She reached up and traced his muscles from the curve of his pectorals and down. She brushed lightly across his belly and his muscles jumped against her fingertips. He growled and she shivered.
Jupiter pulled her closer and thrust deep. She gasped. He grunted and stilled his hips. He tipped his head back and howled.
She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. She clutched at his hips and fought his grip on her thighs to tilt her hips for him, to encourage him to move. She was full of him and couldn’t get enough. “More,” she said on a moan.
He didn’t make her wait. He reversed his grip and pushed her thighs wider as he leaned over her and thrust harder. One, long, deep, shove after another filled her with the length of his cock and put pressure on her clit. It dissolved her ability to think. Every thrust forced a sexy noise from him and sent her soaring.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.” The word escaped on a breath.
On the edge of paradise, she forced her eyes open to watch him move over her. He was looking down along the length of their bodies. Intense concentration sharpened his features. His muscles bunched and stretched as he moved. The sheen of exertion sparkled on his skin. When had sweat become sexy?
Her barbarian conqueror lifted his head, face tight with concentration. His gaze locked on hers as he changed the angle of his movements. Feeona’s vision filled with white hot sparkles and her body tightened almost unbearably. Sweet, hot, pleasure swept her away and left her shaking beneath him. He lowered his body, wrapped his arms around her, and followed her over the wave.
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It took several minutes for Feeona’s heart rate to return to normal. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized he’d shifted to lie on his side, pressed against her. His lips pulled up at the ends as he traced a path across her collar bone and down to the curve of her breast. Her cooling flesh tingled beneath his touch.
She licked her lips and grinned. “Something tells me that was only round one.”
His eyes flicked to hers then went right back to eating her up with appreciation. “Hmm.” The sound, gruff and low, made his agreement clearer than any words could.
That was all good. The sexy vee from his hips to his cock, begged to be worshipped with hot kisses and they had time.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl. “Unless you can arrange breakfast in bed, maybe we should go find food first.” She let out a silly, over the top sigh. “While I still have enough energy to walk to the galley. There’s no reason we can’t come right back up here after food.”
“You won’t need energy, I’ll carry you.” Jupiter’s tone was playful, but somehow, the mood had shifted. He pulled away from her and crawled out of bed.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Feeona sat up and waited for a reply while he pulled his pants on.
“Seneca has been gone too long.”
“If there was anything wrong, Alfred would let me know.” She wrapped the sheet around her and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Jupiter’s face went full scowl. “It is not his safety that worries me. It’s that he left at all.”
She reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. “He probably wanted to give us some privacy.”
“Yes.” Jupiter sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. He reversed his hand to hold hers against his chest. The small gesture turned what had been really good sex into something sweeter. “That is the problem. It isn’t our way.”
She couldn’t stop the smile. “What isn’t your way, privacy?”
He didn’t smile back and she instantly regretted her words. Of course, slaves didn’t necessarily get privacy. How could she have forgotten? “I’m sorry. I—”
“It isn’t privacy, in general, that worries me. It’s privacy for sex.”
She didn’t understand why he looked so sad, but she knew exactly what to do. Listen. She leaned in and pressed her check against his shoulder so he wouldn’t have to meet her eyes and he wouldn’t read into what he saw or didn’t see in her face. “Tell me.”
“Arena Dogs have little. What little we have—blankets for warmth, food to sustain us—we share equally within our pack. There were few female fighters from the beginning. Their numbers only grew scarcer over time. But a year ago, we heard the news that the surrogates used to give us life, had died. They would carry no more young.”
“Surrogates?” Feeona didn’t understand.
“They created us in their labs, but the attempts to grow us in artificial wombs always failed. The Dogs created that way never thrived.”
Jupiter lifted his arm and pulled her into his lap. “There were more females of our kind that had been created for the pleasure houses. The masters thought that by giving us some of those females as mates they could encourage us to breed.”
Feeona’s throat tightened with a mix of anger and sorrow for the inhuman way his people were treated.
