Page 22 of The Jaguar's Flower

His teeth bit his bottom lip. The shifter stalked closer to her before he dropped to his knees. “Keep going.” His voice sounded foreign to his ears. “Do not stop, Violet.”

Her fingers stilled until he issued the command. A shiver raced down her spine as she pushed a second finger into her pussy. A whimper broke free as her breathing grew more rapid.

The increase in her arousal surprised her. She never thought she wanted anyone to see her in such a personal situation. As Machiavelli watched her, she grew bolder with the need to prolong the moment between them. For her, they weren’t doctor and subject. They were simply a woman and a man. A man she was attracted to.

A taste. A simple taste.The only time he agreed with the voice in his mind. His tongue ached to touch her heated center. When she filled her pussy with two fingers, something in him snapped. He helped spread her legs as his tongue swept from her back entrance to her soaked fingers. “Continue.” He almost pleaded as the shifter flicked his tongue against her clit.

She almost stopped when she felt his tongue. A little voice in the back of her head demanded she treat him with respect, but she didn’t ask him to do anything. He wanted her to continue. That line grew fuzzier when his tongue teased along her flesh until it pressed against her throbbing clit. “Machiavelli,” she whimpered as her fingers thrust into her pussy.

“Mac,” he whispered his name against her. “It’s my real name.” Before she asked further questions, he sucked her clit into his mouth as his finger teased her entrance. The jaguar enjoyed the sensations.

It took all of his restraint not to strip out of his clothes and bury himself in her pulsing heat. He craved the feel of her pussy around his cock in the most desirable ways.Cum for me, Violet.He continued to suck against her sensitive bud.

A strangled cry caught in her throat as her hips rocked forward. “Mac.” Her other hand slid into his hair as he forced a gasp from her. The pleasure and tension he created within her intensified. “Please, Mac.”

With every second that passed, she ignored the voice that told her to pull away from him. She craved his touch. When he was close, she didn’t feel empty or lost. Her head fell back as she moaned. Her walls clamped around her fingers as her hips bucked forward to feel more of him.

When he slipped his finger inside her, he moved at her pace. Every pulse made his fangs ache to bite her. Instead, the jaguar continued to suckle against her clit as he helped finger her. With each throb, she grew tighter. “Cum for me, Violet.” He helped curl her fingers inside as his tongue swept over her tight, only to suckle it again.

“Please, Mac.” Her body throbbed and pulsed as her fingers curled around the back of his head. Careful not to add pressure, she simply held him. Her body pressed closer to him as need built within her.

Each time her hips bucked, she whimpered. When his teeth grazed over her sensitive clit, she bit on her lip to muffle her scream. Her walls clenched around their fingers as pleasure washed through her.

The moment he felt her rapture, he removed their fingers. His tongue filled her pussy. Like a starved man, he drank every drop of her until he craved more. The shifter moved his mouth over her sensitive folds before he placed a kiss against her clit.

He rose to his feet and pressed his covered cock against her center. “Violet.” The jaguar wished to say more, but his words died on his tongue. His nose trailed against her cheek until his lips were barely a whisper over hers.

“Mac,” she whispered against his lips. The distance was too much after what they had shared a moment ago. She needed to feel him against her to know it was real and not some sort of fever dream. When his hips rolled against her, she moaned. “Mac.”

A shiver raised through her as she fought to remember why they shouldn’t be like this, but she needed him. Her hand slid over his chest as she hesitated. Unsure what to do next, she whispered, “I want you to have the same feelings I do. How do I do that?”

Chapter fifteen

Don’tdoit.You’llscrew up the mission.Mac nuzzled her nose. The voice continued to rage in his mind. “Don’t confuse me with my brother.” He confessed. His eyes caught hers, and he understood the confusion in them.

The jaguar risked it all. “Renfield’s orders. My brother and I share the same looks, even down to our scars. We’re perceived as one soldier.”Perfectus miles.The words stained his mind like blood on a white wall. “Tell us apart, and I’ll know the truth.”

They both swallowed hard. Mac’s emotions were the same foreign ones he couldn’t find a name for. As he cupped her cheek, he rolled his hips between her thighs again. The faint moan brought life to him.

Her floral scent calmed him in the most surreal way possible. “I’ll know our feelings are mutual, Violet. I want you. Only you,” he whispered against her lips before he captured them in a heated kiss.

She mimicked his movements as her mind whirled.Was he a twin? Renfield used both of them?When her lungs burned for air, she broke the kiss. “You have me,” she whispered as she pressed her cheek against his chest.

“The first sample.” Her eyes watered as it made sense in a convoluted way. “It bothered me to see you–him leave.” Her fingers stroked over his chest. “But it hurt when you left abruptly after you told me your name. It felt like something inside of me broke, Mac. I thought I was losing my mind.”

It pleased him to know she could tell them apart. However, it worried him. How could a human tell identical shifters apart? For the other soldiers, no one could tell if he and Avel weren’t talking in the same room. He cupped her cheek as the jaguar placed another kiss against her lips. The need to take her almost overrode his sense of self-preservation.

“It hurt leaving you. You’ve haunted my mind and senses since we met.” A lie. He shut his eyes. “No, you’ve lingered there long before I set eyes on you.” When she appeared confused, he dragged his nose against her neck and took a deep breath in. “Your scent, Violet. My perfect flower.”

His admission shouldn’t make her smile, but it did. “That first night, I was upset that I couldn’t do anything.” She raised her head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “But the second night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you.”

She cupped his cheek. “All I can think about is getting you out of this horrible place. The others too, but you most of all. The idea of what they might make you do breaks my heart.”

“You truly wish to set us free?” When she nodded, Mac stood straighter. He fixed her skirt and moved her panties back over her sensitive center. The jaguar’s mind rolled through plans that could help them escape. “I’ve tried to escape before, and places you don’t imagine eyes being in, Renfield knows.”

He rested his forehead against hers as he tried to think of other possibilities to achieve the impossible goal. As the final alarm for the night sounded, the soldier in him grew weary of the same play. He didn’t want to leave Violet.

We can’t keep playing with fire. You need to leave her.He took another deep breath to carry her scent with him. The floral fragrance filled his senses and calmed him again.Be glad your animal didn’t attack her.He winced but ignored those words. “I need to go. We can plan something tomorrow night. Will you be around again?”

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