Page 111 of The Mating Game
“Not at all,” I assure him, tucking my head against his shoulder. “That was perfect.”
His fingers comb through my hair, and I hear him slowly inhale at my temple, hear the soft sigh that follows.
“Youwere perfect,” he says quietly.
My mouth curves into a smile. “I was?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“So were you,” I assure him.
He moves to situate himself, the action making his knot jostle inside me, forcing a soft whimper out of me.
“Oh.”
“It’ll pass,” he assures me. “In a little while.”
And instead of feeling put out by the fact that I’ll be here for theforeseeable future, I feel oddly morose that it won’t be longer. I know it’s probably simply the hormones, but something deep in my brain mourns the fact that we can’t stay like this forever, as silly as the thought is.
“But this will happen again?” I ask, trying to sound curious and not desperate.
He nods against my hair. “It will. For a couple of days, most likely. I can’t be sure since your cycles are so irregular.”
I don’t want to think about what that might mean for when my brothers return or when we’re forced to go back to the real world, so I choose to live only in this moment. It’s a really nice moment, after all.
I can’t help but shudder with pleasure as I remember the intensity in Hunter’s eyes when he fucked me, when he uttered dark promises ofowningme, and I let them replay over and over in my head as his hand starts to rub soothing circles against my back. I hold him close and wonder what it means—how much I liked hearing it, how much I want to hear him say itagain.
The things I’m feeling right now could be just hormones, just some product of biology—but Ifeelthem just the same. And what does that mean for us? Can I really let him take care of me like this, knowing what I do about him? What will happen when this is over? When we’re forced to return to reality? Will I still feel this way? Willhe? The uncertainty of it all has my stomach twisting into knots. Because given that this is temporary, given that we’re only supposed to be “friends who help each other”…I have no way of knowing what all this means.
If Hunter’s contemplative silence as he touches me is any indication…I have a feeling he doesn’t either.
26
Hunter
It’s been twenty-fourhours since her heat hit her fully, and Tess is still just as needy. Not that I mind. I’m realizing, much to my surprise, that Ilikeher this way. In fact…I might like it a little too much.
“Look at you,” I croon. “Making a mess of the blankets. Somessy.”
She bites her lip. “I’m sorry, I—”
“No,” I say with a shake of my head. “I want more. I want you to make a mess ofme.”
I’ve never been as hard as I am for Tess right now. It’s like my cockknows. It knows what’s coming. It’s almost painful, how hard I am for her. That voice inside me that seems to be running the show screams for me to take her, to bury myself inside her—but not yet. Her scent has been waning the last few hours. Not significantly, but enough to let me know this won’t last as long as I thought it would. And I want to savor her a little more first.
I reach to curl my arms beneath hers, pulling her against me and rolling so I can drape her across my abdomen. She’smoving—tiny shifts of her hips as her slickness drenches my skin—andfuck, I need more of that.
I press two fingers to my lips, looking up at her. “This is where I want you. Come here.”
“Please,” she says pouting. “I need—”
“I know what you need. Comehere.”
She is hesitant as she moves up my chest, a trail of slickness left in her wake, and I’d be happy to let it cover my entire body. When her thighs are around my head, I pull her close, my hands gripping at the rounded curves of her ass until the wet center of her pussy is just where I want it.
Fuck.
I could live like this. Survive on her alone. Breathing her in. Tasting her. I can seeeverythingfrom this angle, the way her slickness trails out of her at a steady pace, the way her pussy clenches at nothing.
