Page 14 of Seducing Jenny
“Yes,” I panted.
He didn’t rush. He fed me inches of himself slowly, carefully, letting me open around him. Tiger was so big. Our bodies weren’t built the same, and he knew that. Knew I needed time to accommodate his size and length.
But god, did I want every inch.
I rocked against him, my slick heat guiding him deeper. With every slow thrust, the delicious pressure built. My body adjusted, took more of him, craved more. I felt the stretch of him everywhere, every nerve ending tingling with raw want and need.
Even when I rode him, I had to be careful not to take him too deep. He had more length than I could handle, but in these breathless moments, when desire eclipsed caution, I didn’t care if I hurt. I wanted the ache. Wanted to feel everything.
All I wanted washim.
Tiger held me tight to his chest, then rolled us so I was beneath him again. The weight of his body settled over mine, grounding me, holding back the storm of thoughts raging inside of my head. No more memories of death. No dread about Mal or the unknown future.
Only him. Only us. Only now.
I clawed at his chest as he drove into me, again and again, the force of each thrust making me gasp, desperate and keening beneath him. His grunts and ragged breaths filled the room, raw and frantic, and each stroke shoved me closer to the edge.
When my release found me, I was washed away in a tide of bliss and heat. Light and dark. I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything except the hot rush of ecstasy overtaking me completely.
With a low groan, Tiger swelled inside me, his hips jerking as he spilled into me. I cried out, something between a scream and a sob, writhing beneath him as the pleasure stripped me down to nothing but pure heat and sensation. And when it ended, when we were both trembling and breathless, he kissed me sweetly. Softly. Gently.
I fell into a deep, exhausted sleep with his lips still pressed to mine and didn’t wake again until daylight warmed the edges of my room in shades of orange. Tiger had already cleaned me up. Evidence of his handiwork lay scattered in the form of several damp towels on the floor.
Tiger was sprawled on the bed, lightly snoring. As quietly as possible, I slid off the bed and dressed, then made my way to brunch on the terrace, leaving him to rest.
Longshot sat outside with Rhonda, the snake he said was not a snake, but a strigella. She was coiled around his right arm. When I’d first met the pair, I had made the mistake of calling Rhonda a snake and both she and Longshot seemed offended by the term. But to me, she had the body and markings of a snake, and she flicked her split tongue out sometimes. In all fairness to them, her mirrored scales told me she was not anormalsnake.
Longshot greeted me with a smile. “Good morning, Jenny.”
“Good morning, Longshot. Good morning, Rhonda.” I slid into a seat and poured myself a cup of coffee. “Any thoughts about the situation?”
“Yes, I—”
Surge and Discord joined us before he could answer. As they sat on Longshot’s side of the table, I realized none of them had slept well.
“Before you go on,” I told Longshot, “the three of you should know that Justice has people following me. They tailed me and Tiger last night when we went to the city dump, then back here to the estate.”
Discord let out a long sigh. Surge whistled low. Longshot remained disturbingly calm.
“You need a donor,” he said.
I blinked at him. “I thought human donors were for humans who were sick.”
“Generally, yes. Being that you people are dreadfully expensive to own, they’re often used for organ procurement. But whatyouneed in a donor is anonymity.”
I was thoroughly confused. “I’m not following.”
“One who looks like you,” he said simply.
“Again, I—”
“He means a doppelganger,” Surge translated. “Right, Longshot? Someone who looks like Jenny from a distance, so the tail can follow the Fake Jenny and leave the real one to her machinations?”
“Precisely,” he said with a nod.
“A decoy,” I echoed. “Yeah, that would be helpful, but I wouldn’t know where to look for one, and I’m not about toowna human. That’s disgusting.”
“You wouldn’t have to,” Discord said, already flicking through her gauntlet driver. “Just pay for her time. A simple contract. I’m checking the registry.”
