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“Inside. I need you inside me, Sen.” It didn’t matter that he’d stopped tonguing her clit. She still felt the throbbing demand between her legs. She spread them wider to encourage him.
“Music,” he said. “Beautiful music. Now, give me more, Fee.”
“Please.” Every twist of her nipple magnified the throbbing between her legs. His cock slipped between her folds and bumped against her clit. She let out a guttural growl. “I need you inside me, now!” It was a demand. No longer a request. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground against him.
“That’s it,” he praised.
His words faded away as his cock slipped inside her. She began to spasm and clinch before he was all the way in. Once he made it there, he froze. Buried deep inside her, pinning her to the bed, he kept his body still as she lit up around him. He stroked her skin and urged her on with whispered encouragements.
When she came down from her release, she could still feel him inside, a big stone intruder. He pulled back and slipped free with a crude, wet sound. He nudged her hip. “Turn over.” Her legs were noodles, but she managed to roll over onto her front and get to her hands and knees.
“Steady?” He stroked her hips and over her ass as he asked.
“Mmm, hmm.” Bliss was spreading through her urging her to collapse on the bed, but the knowledge that he hadn’t cum kept her from giving in. She wanted him to move inside her and she wanted to hear him, feel him, when he found his own release.
She was so wet, he slipped inside her easily. “Damn, you feel good. Hot and wet and squeezing my dick just right.” He hummed his delight.
She jumped when the flat of his hand came down on her ass with a loud smack. She must have clenched, too.
He moaned and rubbed the spot with the palm of his hand. “So pretty and pink. So tight.”
He smacked her ass again and she moaned arching her back and lifting her butt even higher. It hurt but it also felt good—a sting that warmed into ecstasy beneath his palm. He grabbed her hips and began long deep strokes in and out of her. His thumb stroked between her ass cheeks and found the tightly closed entrance to her ass. He dipped his thumb down, drawing up some of the moisture from her pussy. He stroked gently around the entrance and then pressed solidly against the opening. Her tension flared back to life and grew stronger with each stroke. She was going to come again. It happened fast, before she even considered fighting it and it left her boneless and exhausted. She collapsed onto the sheets, Seneca following her. His hips thrust as his release coated her lower back.
He pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips against her temple. “You are Jupiter’s mate, but you are also mine.”
The words stuck another painful pin in her heart.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
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They’d come out of skipspace at the prearranged coordinates and found Morgan’s enormous ship already surrounded by smaller vessels. It worked to their advantage that Morgan hadn’t kept the auction just between Feeona and Owens. Security would have its hands full and there would be too many witnesses and collateral damage for Owens to risk killing them outright. The slaver was heartless, not stupid.
Feeona sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed. Seneca stood in front of her as she used her body sprayer to paint a wolf that stretched from his hip bone and to his opposite shoulder. “Be still.”
His abdomen rippled. “I’m trying. It tickles.”
She smirked. “Where’s that amazing control of yours?” Something she’d benefited from for the last week.
“You already told me I’m not getting sex after this. I only put forth that much effort when there’s something in it for me.”
She lifted her finger off the sprayer’s trigger and swatted his thigh. “I’m past the worst part. Turn and put your hand on my shoulder.”
He obeyed and she went back to work. His thumb stroked across her collar bone. “Do I get to do you next?” His rich baritone raised bumps all along her arms.
With effort she kept her focus on the wolf. “No body-art for me, but you can do the metallic sheen I’m going to use across my shoulders.”
He turned a step further. “Shouldn’t it go on your cleavage? Trust me, in that dress, that is the only place Morgan’s going to be looking.”
“The gold spray is only for the entrance. I need to look rich as Midas.”
“Who?”
“Not important.” Her mind jumped from Midas to Jupiter. Jupiter hadn’t known about his name. “Do you know who you were named for?”
