Page 94 of Ruthless Scoundrel
Her legs shake and her breathing turns shallow, each pant ending in a delightful whine.
“Let the fire grow into an inferno, a beacon so bright it can’t be ignored. Let it take up space and fill up the void of darkness.”
I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, letting my mind go off unfiltered as I chase the fine line between control and release, waiting for her. Waiting to hear that wail of pleasure that lets me know I’ve done my duty as her mate.
“Jasper,” she says, her voice loaded with desperation.
She’s close.
“That’s right, sunshine. Let your pleasure be known. Take what’s yours. Fulfill your needs.” I’m getting too close. I can’t hold out. “Come. Make yourself come, Rei.”
Her bottom lip quivers and she sucks in a deep breath. How I wish to kiss that trembling lip and keep the sound all to myself. But she clamps her mouth shut as she moans. Her back curls off the bed and her eyes wince closed.
“Yes, Rei. Come,” I groan, thrusting faster against my slick palm. “Gods, you’re coming so hard, aren’t you? Fuck—”
The pressure in the stem of my cock is so intense, it pulls all my attention. The sensation spirals up and my muscles seize as I spill into my hand. I can’t stop thrusting, the sounds of her muffled moans urging me to keep going, keep pumping.
Finally, Reina relaxes against the bed and shivers. I knead her breast a little more, loving the way it gives in time with my cock sliding into my other hand. This moment feels like perfect bliss. Like maybe we have something more than just a useful marriage. If nothing else, we can at least have pleasure together, and maybe even a friendship.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I can’t help the euphoric smile that spreads over my face. “Thank you for being amenable to this.”
“Yes, well, if your dick explodes, how will we ever have heirs?”
There’s cum in my hand and she’s talking about heirs.
She’s thinking about sex.
With me.
About carryingourchild.
Fuck, can we even have children? Are we compatible? No. Now’s not the time to worry about that. She was just making a joke.
Oh, gods, and I’ve waited too long to joke back. The time has passed and it’s awkward.
There’s cum in my hand and it’s awkward.
“Maybe there’s some selkie magic that could help keep your dick intact,” she offers when I’m silent for too long.
“Yes. Of course there is.” I release her breast and slide my arm out from under her as she rolls away.
She uses her other hand, the one that hadn’t been between her legs, to smooth down her hair. “I need to, um, handle my morning business, and get water so…you take your time and I’ll be back.”
“Yeah.”
She keeps the forefinger of her right hand jutted out at an awkward angle and I notice the slight sheen of blood. I suck in a breath and reach out to say something, but she cuts me short.
“It’s just my monthly bleed. No need to get feral,” she says as she pulls on her boots.
“Right,” I murmur.
“Be back soon,” she says, then exits the tent.
The scent of her orgasm lingers here with me. It’s heady, and intoxicating, so I let myself relax in it for a moment.
She masturbated with me.
