Page 21 of The Scent of Seduction

“Good. Sleep now, my love. I’ll guard you in the darkness of night.”

Chapter Eight

Jaryn set the French-press carafe back on the counter. He held the steaming mug up to his nose and inhaled the rich aroma from the fresh grounds. He took his first sip of the day, and like a true coffee addict, moaned as the flavor of beans and oils rolled across his tongue.

So he likes coffee in the mornings. That’s good because if anyone tried to take mine away, we’d have a very messy situation on our hands.

“Not to worry, love. I’m a slave to a good cup first thing in the morning. I made enough for you, so come sit and relax with me.”

Nicole gasped. “How on earth? I just heard you in my head! Did… did you read my mind?”

Jaryn chuckled. He took down another mug, then carried it and the carafe over to the kitchen table. He sat down, then patted his lap. “Remember those changes we talked about that would happen after our mating? Well, a telepathic link is one of them. Now, come here, little mate, and let me greet you properly.”

Has there ever been such beauty as my mate in the morning sunlight? She’d better be careful or I’m going to rip my shirt from her tantalizing little body and ravish her right here on the kitchen table.

Nicole stopped walking and stared at Jaryn. Then a bright smile bloomed across her face. “Would that be so bad?”

“Not in my opinion, no.”

Nicole quickly closed the distance between them. Jaryn opened his arms and Nicole settled onto his lap with ease. He tilted her head up, his hand cradling her jaw. The corner of his mouth twitched as he took a slow, deep breath. His thumb stroked Nicole’s full lower lip. “It seems as though your body thinks that’d be a pretty good idea, too. Your morning scent is driving me crazy. Flush and sweet with sleep.”

Jaryn dipped his head and kissed his mate. Her lips clung to him, and when his tongue met hers, Nicole’s flavor rushed through him. Jaryn groaned and tightened his arms around his mate. She moved her warm lips against his, their heads instinctively angling to achieve the greatest penetration.

Nicole’s kiss set Jaryn on fire. The seductive weight of her soft body against him, the scent of her arousal more addictive than his cup of morning coffee. His tongue thrust and parried with hers, searching out every corner, every crevice that hid Nicole’s flavor from him. His gums ached with the need to mark her once again.

When Nicole’s lips wrapped around his tongue and sucked, Jaryn’s chest released a low moan. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have Nicole sucking on his cock, drawing his seed from his balls. Slow, deep pulls on his tongue had Jaryn crying out into his mate’s mouth, and Nicole’s body answered as a surge of wet heat from her pussy dampened the cotton of his lounging pants.

His hand reached beneath the edges of his shirt—which, in his opinion, looked far better on her than on him—and found Nicole bare and open to his touch. Humid warmth met his fingertips as he slid them between his mate’s slick folds.

“You’re so wet, dripping honeyed cream onto my fingers.”

Nicole’s swollen channel clung to his fingers, eager for his touch. He slowly fed one finger inside her, pushing through the exquisitely snug walls. Nicole’s arms nearly choked him as she writhed in his arms. She arched her neck and cried out.

His cock throbbed in his pants. Drops of pre-cum spilled from the narrow slit, wetting the rounded head. His balls were so fucking full, demanding that Jaryn bury his dick deep inside Nicole so they could blast their offering deep into her womb. Being knotted inside her last night had been a reality-shattering experience. With each surge of his semen, Jaryn not only filled Nicole with his seed, but also the enzymes that would begin to shift her DNA to something more than the amazing woman he already held in his arms. The mating bite fed the same enzymes directly into her bloodstream. The laws of nature now stated that Nicole belonged to him irrevocably, and the mating heat that surged between them ensured that they would constantly seek each other out till their bond was cemented.

“You… you feel so… fucking amazing,” he gritted through his clenched teeth.

Jaryn buried his head into the curve of Nicole’s neck, licking and scoring the skin with the canines that had dropped with his need to mark Nicole once again. Her wet channel sucked at his finger. The muscles contracted along the digit, refusing to let him go. He circled and rubbed against the inner walls, dragging out only to push deeper than before. Nicole whimpered, her eyes closed, her head buried against his neck. Little panting breaths bathed his skin, and in that moment, Jaryn wanted nothing more than to feel her bite on his skin. Her claiming mark, a signal to the world that he belonged to his mate as much as she belonged to him.

Jaryn thrust two fingers high inside Nicole’s channel, using the digits to separate the tight muscles so she could accept his cock with ease. His wolf howled deep inside, demanding that they once again claim their mate. Jaryn’s body deemed the prospect a good idea and, if the moans and gasps coming from Nicole were any sign, his mate’s body as well. He stood and lifted Nicole onto the table.

The carafe and mugs teetered and clinked, causing Jaryn to curse. He picked up the items and set them over on the counter in a flash. When he came back to the table, the sight of Nicole’s fingers buried between the lips of her pussy mesmerized Jaryn. The swollen lips were flushed red and open. The satiny skin glistened with the juices weeping from her core. One digit strummed her clit, and the two buried inside her cunt only heightened Jaryn’s frenzy. He knew they could never fill her the way he could. Never reach as deep or touch that perfect spot in the same way. Jaryn’s cock pulsed and his hand reached inside his pants to grasp the iron hard spike. The heat of his flesh seared his palm as he stroked his dick to relieve some of the ache.

“Are you going to stand there and stare all day, or are you going to fuck me?”

Jaryn shoved his pants down his legs, then stepped out of them. He stalked Nicole’s succulent body. Her body lay like a sacrifice for his desire, ready for him to devour every inch. His hands grasped her hips, and he pulled her ass to the edge of the table.

“Put your legs up on my shoulders,” he ordered.

The height of the table put Nicole’s pussy in the perfect position. Jaryn gripped the base of his cock and tilted it down till the head rested against his mate’s opening. His hips surged forwards and his cock sliced through the wet walls of Nicole’s cunt. God help him, he’d never experienced sex such as this. Nicole’s silken walls parted around his thick flesh, welcoming him into her heated depths. He filled her with every inch, their mouths open and panting against each other. His heavy body leaned over her, pinning her to the table as he lunged inside her over and over.

“Take me, love. Take everything I am, every part of me.”

“I do. I accept you, the man I love, and your wolf, the mate of my soul.”

Jaryn roared as Nicole’s acceptance filled his head. His cock slammed into her so hard, the table screeched across the hardwood floor. A startled cry came from Nicole’s throat and Jaryn looked down, worried that he was being too rough, but found a sultry smile cross his mate’s lips. Her forest green eyes were full of hunger and once again he saw an otherworldly glow in their depths. He grasped the hem of the T-shirt she wore and tore it in two up the middle.

“You’re… you’re going to need a whole new wardrobe at this rate,” she teased.

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