Page 75 of Tempting Jupiter
“You’re wrong.” He fought to keep his words from turning into barks. The words she meant to comfort, poked at his guts like aguisarme—a barbed spear that could gut an enemy without getting too close to flying claws. “When an Arena Dog finds his mate his body chemistry changes and becomes attuned to the mate. He can no longer enjoy the touch of another. If Jupiter felt for me as you claim, he’d never have been able to touch you.”
She shook her head. “No. That can’t be right.”
“As much as it pains me, Feeona, I speak the truth.” A truth he’d been keeping far in the back of his mind. A truth too devastating to dwell on.
She punched him in the shoulder. “You idiot.”
He threw back his head and howled. She was killing him.
She sat up on her knees and cupped his face with her hands. “If that was true and I was his mate, like you say, he wouldn’t have been able to stand your touch anymore.” Her voice rose as she spoke. “I promise you that was the furthest thing from truth. And since he’s your true mate, you shouldn’t be able to be with me.”
As her meaning pierced his addled brain, time stopped and stretched. His heart didn’t beat. Silence surrounded him. And then it all came crashing back into his reality. “That can’t be right.”
Warm golden flecks sparkled in Feeona’s brown eyes. “Seneca, maybe you’re just different. You don’t look like the other Arena Dogs that came up when I did a data search. Most of them look more like Jupiter. Dark hair, dark eyes, golden or copper skin.” She released him and settled back on her heels. “From what Jupiter told me, they didn’t make you all the same. Even the guys that look similar have different DNA, right?”
Seneca nodded his confirmation. He couldn’t seem to form words. Even his growl had quieted.
“So whatever biology makes this mates thing happen, maybe it is different for you. Maybe even for Jupiter.”
His heart swelled. Could it be true? He wanted to love her just for suggesting it. He nuzzled against her, pressing kisses to her jaw.
Fee’s breath came faster.
“God, Fee. I need you. I’ve already spilled all over you… I want inside you, Fee… It’s going to be so good.”
“Sen, this won’t fix anything.” Even as she said it, she clung to him.
“Sex never does.” He agreed, but that didn’t stop him from squeezing her ass again or sliding his fingers through the wet of her.
She gasped as his fingertips slipped deeper, stroking her smooth, slick skin.
She wrapped her arms tight around him and pressed her face into his neck. “Sen, this will only make it harder to say goodbye.”
She still thought she was going to let them go. His Dog brain needed to fuck that idea out of her head. The whore in him knew that wasn’t the way to strengthen their bond. That might work for Jupiter, but not for him. It wasn’t the Dog in him that called to her.
Seneca finally pulled back in frustration. As their eyes met, tension crackled between them. “I don’t give a damn about hard or easy. So, unless you really have a problem with having sex with me—”
“I knew you and Jupiter came as a pair, Sen. Having sex with you has never been a problem. But we both know that the sex was never about us.”
Her fear, her sadness, her doubt—only made him more determined. “This time, it will be.”
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Feeona’s senses were on the verge of being overwhelmed and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. Seneca had kissed and stroked her for so long and so well, she’d lost track of time and the world beyond her room. He’d discovered and excited erogenous zones she didn’t know she had. Generous with his body, he let her stroke and tease him back. He sped them up and slowed them down in turns, until her body was taut as a bow string. The man knew what he was doing. Sex with Jupiter had been aggressive and pounding and wholly satisfying. Seneca was showing her a different way. Letting her know this was different. It was about them—not pushing Jupiter out—just adding a new thread to the cord that bound them all together.
She gasped again as Sen stroked his tongue flat against her clit. His silky hair tickled against her inner thighs and her back bowed. She was so close. “Please don’t stop this time,” she begged.
She wanted to scream when her words stopped him. Damn it. She should have kept her mouth shut.
He moved up her body, tonguing her skin and nipping gently as he went. “Sweet, Fee. Are you telling me you need me?”
“Yes! You know I do.” He’d made her more than need him. She would snap if she didn’t orgasm soon.
He buried his nose behind her ear then inhaled with a groan. “You smell so good.”
She tossed her head, trying to get him to look her in the eye. If he did, he would surely see how desperate she’d become. “Please, Sen. I need you.”
“Where do you need me, Fee. Tell me. I want to hear you say it.” He ran his teeth along her jaw as he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb.
