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“What…what are seven through twelve?” I gasp out as he rubs me with the heel of his palm.

He shrugs. “I have no idea. Rougarous are terrible at counting; I thought you knew that.” He leans down and sucks on my swollen flesh, and I come again with a cry of shock, gushing against his tongue. He growls and laps at me, drinking the essence of my pleasure. He crawls back over me, nipping at my hip on his way to my mouth. I taste myself on his lips, but it isn’t unpleasant. After a long kiss, he pulls back, looking at me with equal parts hunger and tenderness.

“I take care of you,” he states, his fingers spider walking back down my torso. “Don’t I? I’ll always take care of you. I’ll give you everything. You say the word, and it’s yours.” He strokes my clit, lightly this time, sending soft pulses through my body instead of the intensity of before. “I want you. I want you to be mine.”

I nod, and his eyes flash that strange color once more. With a swift movement, he scoops me into his arms, taking me upstairs. Then he stops, staring at the couch.

“I really don’t want our first time to be on a sofa bed,” he says reluctantly.

“I completely agree,” I say. “Your bed is big enough, I think.”

“Won’t the mice scare you?” he teases, and I pinch his arm until he yelps.

He sets me down on my feet with a sigh. I turn to him, touching him on the shoulder, and he shivers. Will we always be so sensitive to each other’s touch, or is this the unfulfilled bond turning us wild?

“I don’t want to rush it,” I say because I can tell he’s about to have us jump on his motorcycle. “And I want to know more before we complete the bond.”

His shoulders slump, but he nods. “You’re right. It’ll happen soon enough.” He adjusts his erection in his pants, but I clasp his wrist.

“There’s more we can do than the Mate bond,” I say, dropping to my knees. His eyes widen as I unsnap his jeans.

“W-what are you doing?” he stutters, his expression both shocked and fierce.

“Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,” I say lightly and release him from his boxers.

CHAPTER17

In my past life, I tended to be the instigator in most of my sexual encounters. I loved the chase, the no-nonsense power of picking out a man for the night and taking him apart, making him worship me, and then pushing him out the door the next morning.

But when I take his velvety smooth length in hand, he inhales a hiss of shock, and his eyes catch mine. They glint the color of sunlight on polished copper, and all I can think issubmit, submit, submit.

I drop to my knees before him, and he threads strong fingers through my hair. The movement is gentle, but I can feel the tremble of stilled muscles. A sense of Jack’s true power consumes me, both holy and demonic in its glory.

Then he mutters, “Princess,” and it’s a warning of where this will go. A warning—and a promise.

I lean forward and press a simple kiss on the swollen head. I flick my tongue against the slit, and he drops his head back, eyes hooded and jaw slack. I swirl around the groove of the glans, expecting him to go speechless, focusing only on the pleasure.

Instead, he begins to speak, and I instantly grow damp between my legs.

“Ah, Princess, what you do to me,” he growls. “I have dreamed about that pretty little mouth of yours. About sucking on those plump lips and turning them red. About slipping my cock inside your wet—“ he cuts off with a groan when I wrap my lips around his dick, sucking hard on the tip while my tongue continues to dance around the skin.

“Fuck,cher…you feel amazing…prettiest, wettest mouth I’ve ever seen…” every word he says is bitten out between groans as I take him deeper and deeper. When at last I’ve swallowed him to the root, I look up at him with glossy eyes and suck, long and hard.

He may be Alpha, but I am his weakness.

I feel his knees wobble, and his fingers grip my hair. “Can I?“ he rasps, and I nod, breathing through my nose. I place my hands on his thick thighs to brace myself, and when I give the nod, he lets loose, fucking my mouth with long, rough strokes, giving me time to take a deep breath before he thrusts inside again. The expression on his face, twisted with unbearable pleasure, has me reaching down to my clit and rubbing furiously in tandem with his movements. A few more swirling circles and I have to release him long enough to cry out my release. He takes his dick in his hand, pumping himself as he watches me writhe against my fingers, chasing the last pulses of my orgasm.

“Open up, princess,” he commands, and I do as my Alpha wishes. I part my lips, and he plunges his cock into me, coming in thick spurts against the back of my throat. Then he falls to his knees next to me, taking me in his arms, and we catch our breaths as our heartbeats slow together.

“That was amazing,” he says, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder. He grazes the skin with his teeth, and I shiver at the sensation.

“I’m going to have to bite you when it happens,” he says suddenly. “When you become my Mate.”

I pull back in concern. “Will that turn me into a Rougarou?” I clap a hand over my mouth. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean…I just…I just want to still be me. I’ll be yours, but I have to stay me.”

“Ah, Anna,” he says, exhaling my name with a prideful tone. “Believe me; no one understands that more than me. The bite won’t turn you. It will secure the bond between us. We will be connected, soul to soul.” He flashed a wicked grin. “Plus, the mating bite is supposed to cause intense pleasure.”

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I say, dropping my head on his shoulder. “I think you wore me out.”

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