Page 64 of Sigma
She pulls her shirt, then shorts off, then goes for the belt.
“Wait.”
“I’ll set it right beside your mask.”
I hesitate.
“You feel like you’re about to shift?”
“No.”
I will need to shift soon and let it run or it’ll keep pushing in.
“We’ll be careful,” she insists and presses her mouth to mine.
So I grab her and take her to her back in this bed, the place I lay night after night from the moment I knew my mate was in Arcana Falls, thinking about the possibility of that and what it’d mean for me if I wasn’t as fucked up as I am. How many nights I pumped my dick with my fist, coming on my belly to the idea of the woman I only knew the scent of. A fragrance I couldn’t get out of my head. The reality of the female behind the scent is better than anything I could’ve dreamt up.
If anyone on this planet could survive my wolf, she’d be the one to fight him off.
But I dare to hope she doesn’t have to.
***
We’ve been at it for hours. Right now, she’s got my dick in her mouth, my balls in her hand, and I’ve got my thumb in her ass with my tongue inside her pussy while I suck on her clit and savor her taste.
She detonates again, whimpering the sweetest sounds around my dick. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She feels so fucking good.
When she stops shuddering, I twist and put her on her back, turning and slamming deep into her still convulsing heat. Cold spikes in my spine before the knot comes out and like every other time, I pause for a second before I continue, being sure the cold recedes.
Her phone rings from the toolbelt and she ignores it, crying out, digging her nails into my back as we ride out the waves of pleasure my knot gives us both. When I finally collapse on top of her, giving her my full weight for a second, her mouth presses against my throat and she squeezes her pussy walls one more time, saying, “Crush-shing me, baby…”
I roll, not letting go, and tuck her close. She kisses my chest while I stroke the mate mark and catch my breath.
Her phone starts up again, so she rolls over and says,
“Mitchell Blakely.” She answers it before I get a chance to say anything.
“Hello?” She’s put him on speaker.
“Hello. Cicely?” he calls out. “How are ya, lass?”
Did Linc call him? I thought we agreed he’d keep digging for more information first.
“Hi Mitch. I’m good. What’s up?”
“Is Jared Stone nearby?” he asks.
“I’m here,” I tell him.
“We need to talk. Not on the phone. Can you come to me? I can’t get away.”
I lock tight.
Cicely asks, “To Scotland?”
“Yes,” Blakely replies.
“No, I can’t,” I say.
