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“No,” I quickly say before grabbing my breasts harder and kneading them. They’re sensitive from his earlier treatment of them, but damn does it feel good.

“Don’t forget those pretty pink nipples,” Jack says as his eyes track each movement of my fingers.

I pinch them between my thumb and forefinger and watch as Jack’s nostrils flare once I do. I moan at the pure ravenous look in his eyes. It spurs me on to roll the buds between my fingers, plucking at them.

“Good,” he praises in a rough voice. “Now be a good girl and hold on to them as I fuck you. Don’t let them go.”

Before I can acknowledge his command, he slams back into me, making me gasp. “Fuck, Jack!” I can only hold on to my own tits as he pistons his hips hard against mine. I tighten my grip as my pleasure mounts with each hard thrust from him.

“You can come when you like,” Jack grunts out between clenched teeth.

Good girls say thank you, don’t they? “Thank you,” I breathe. “Sir.”

His eyes flash at the title, a possessive glint in those grey pools. With a growl that would impress a werewolf, he jerks my ankles up to his shoulders and bends over me, all but pinning my hands to my chest.

The new angle hits deeper, and I cry out at the intensity. It’s just on the border of too much. “Jack.” It only takes a few thrusts for my orgasm to take me. I squeeze my eyes shut as the wave crashes over me, a breathy moan escaping my throat.

He bares his teeth, his face taking on a pure feral look, and slams in a final time. I feel his body go taut for a few long moments before relaxing. He kisses each of my ankles before guiding them off his shoulders and carefully lowering my shaking legs. His eyes fall to my hands, and he gently pries my fingers off my breasts.

“This is my fault,” Jack says softly, tracing his fingers over the red marks along my sensitive skin. “I shouldn’t have had you hold them.”

I look down at the marks and shake my head. “This was all me.”

“Do you like pain?” He asks without judgement.

My brow furrows. “No, I don’t think so. At least, not like this. It didn’t hurt. I mean, if it did, I didn’t feel it during sex. I think it just heightened the pleasure you were giving me.”

He hums. “Good to know.” With a gentle, soothing kiss to each breast, he slowly slips out of me, making us both release a tiny groan. “Stay,” he commands before standing and walking over to my towel rack. I watch his shapely ass as he grabs a hand towel and walks over to the sink. He turns on the water, waits a few seconds, then submerges it.

“Thanks,” I say as I sit up and reach for the towel.

He holds it out of my reach and gives me a stern look. “I clean up my own messes, Detective.”

I can’t help but laugh. The movement causes his so-called mess to make a dash towards the exit. As soon as I part my legs, Jack’s hand is there with the towel. I wince at the warm, damp cloth, my pussy a little oversensitive from not one, but two fuck sessions. My cheeks heat with a mix of embarrassment and surprise as he lightly wipes the area clean.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had someone try to take care of me like this after sex,” I murmur as he folds the towel to the clean side and wipes off his dick.

Jack tosses the towel in the sink and turns to me with a frown. “That’s disappointing. You deserve to be taken care of. Not just after intense sessions like that, but in all things.” He picks up the plastic bottle of tea I dropped earlier and hands it to me.

When I grab it, he swings me up into his arms and carries me back to the bedroom. I would have protested, but my legs still feel like jelly. He gently sets me down on my side of the bed and gestures for me to drink. I do as told but track him as he makes his way over to the other side of the bed. A new self-conscious, anxious thought bubbles up inside me.

No one has ever slept over before. I always kicked them out after sex, even Seth. I was too afraid someone would end up marked somehow.

“Y-you’re staying?” I ask, hating how high-pitched my voice sounds.

His hands freeze on the blankets he’s pulling back. A small flash of uncertainty flickers across his gaze. “Do you not want me to?” He straightens and scratches the back of his head in a nervous gesture. “I can go if you want me to, Val.”

That nickname. I hate it in his mouth.

“No, I want you to stay.” And I do. “I’ve just—well, you’ll be the first.”

He blinks at the confession before a small smile curves his lips. “I feel honored then,” he says lightly as he climbs into bed next to me. He props his head up on his hand and grins. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you if you snore.”

“We’ll see who snores.” I scoff and set the bottle down on my nightstand. After sinking under the covers, I turn towards him. His eyes meet mine and nerves tighten my stomach. My toes curl with uncertainty until he chuckles and shifts onto his back, an arm open towards me.

“Come here.” It’s not a command this time, but an invitation.

I wiggle closer to him until I’m in the crook of his arm. He pulls me flush against his side, but I’m tense and awkward. He simply pets my hair until the nerves fully dissipate, my body finally melting against his.

With a sudden thought, I lift my head and look up at him. “Will you kiss me goodnight?”

Jack’s eyes soften at my request. He lifts his head and presses a soft, tender kiss to my lips. “Good night, Valkyrie.”

Warmth spreads across my body. I lower my head back to his chest and curl in closer to his body. “Night, Jack.”

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