Page 100 of Reluctant Rebel

It was hard to think when all of his blood was between his thighs, plumping his dick, but he managed to nod and hoped she could read the truth in his eyes.

Jinx smiled seductively. “Good. Now that’s settled …”

Her claws traced delicate patterns along his inner thighs, making their way ever closer back to his dick. His breath caught in his throat when her tongue darted out, tasting him. She proceeded to lick his red, swollen head with exquisite slowness, moaning at the flavour. His hips wrenched upwards, and he discovered the strength hidden in Jinx’s small frame. She pressed his body down easily, holding him still as she took him into her mouth, enveloping him in velvety heat. Mikhail let outa low groan, his fingers tangling in her hair. Jinx hummed with pleasure, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. Her head bobbed up and down, her movements languid yet precise, building a delicious tension.

Mikhail's head fell back against the pillows as waves of sensation washed over him. Jinx's sexy ministrations were driving him to the edge of ecstasy. When she pulled off him and grinned, he knew she was up to something. He wasn’t sure if his pulse pounded with excitement or trepidation.

She licked her wet lips, holding his hardness in one hand and showed him the curved claw on her pointer finger. They both watched as her finger drew steadily closer to his weeping tip. He held his breath, his body tense for the first touch. And that was all he was able to handle; one micro-touch of her claw dipping into his slit. With a growl, he grabbed Jinx by the shoulders and flipped her onto her back on the mattress. She giggled in surprise, clearly well pleased with her naughty self. But her laughter turned into a whine when Mikhail pinched her clit between his fingers.

“Temptress,” he accused, his voice a deep rumble that came from the depths of his being. “Seductress. Witch. But most of all …mine!”

Jinx writhed beneath him, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “Yes. Yours!”

Mikhail slammed his mouth down on hers, taking her breath as his own before worshipping every inch of her, from the curve of her neck to the arch of her feet. Her skin was like silk beneath his fingertips, and he couldn't get enough of her taste on his tongue until, finally, in a frenzy of need, he hovered over her. He entered her slowly, sure of his welcome but not wanting to startle her. He gasped at the feeling of her body taking his—acceptinghis. She was tight and wet, and everything dreams were made of.

When his hips met hers, he held still until he felt Jinx practically melt around his cock. Then he pulled out and slammed back in, increasing the speed of his thrusts until sweat dripped from his forehead and onto her breasts. Jinx clung to him desperately, and he saw the moment her eyes rolled up, and she lost herself in the pleasure he was giving her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he praised her. “All soft and rosy, taking me so well.”

Jinx mewled and shuddered, her claws piercing the skin of his shoulders and her legs locking around his waist. Mikhail thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when stripes began to appear on her skin. The black lines appeared and disappeared quickly, shifting across her body in seemingly random patterns. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, there was an animal in their depths, desperately wanting out to claim its mate.

Unbelievably, he felt himself harden further, grunting at the sensation of his balls drawing up close to his body. His lower canines began to ache, lengthening as his own primal instincts took over. He was about to sink his teeth into her when he found himself flat on his back. Jinx ran her tongue over her teeth, which looked suddenly incredibly sharp.

Tilting his head up, he exposed his neck. “Do it,” he urged breathlessly, his voice thick with desire. “Make me yours.”

Jinx hesitated for a moment, but when Mikhail jacked his hips, impaling her on his cock once more, her control snapped. With a feral growl, she sank her teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder. The coppery scent of blood flooded the room, and a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them. Mikhail let out a guttural moan, his hands gripping Jinx’s hips as he thrust harder and faster. He worried idly that Jinx could easily rip his throat out, but the thought was nothing but apassing fancy, lost in the storm of pleasure raging throughout his body.

As Jinx's fangs retracted, she licked the wound on his neck clean. A low rumble emanated from deep in her chest—not quite human, not quite tiger. Mikhail’s demonic nature rose to the surface once again, sharp claws extending from his fingertips. He raked them gently down Jinx's back, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. “My mate,” he growled possessively. “My tigress.”

Jinx met him thrust for thrust, her small breasts bouncing enticingly. He licked his lips, and his woman smiled seductively, brushing her hair back. Then, without missing a beat, she lowered her torso, offering her vulnerable neck. An exchange of blood during copulation was all that was needed to bind fated mates. He wasn't a shifter, but he wanted to swallow her blood down just as badly as her cum. Wanting to seal their bond before his system became overwrought with his orgasm, he struck. His lower canines sank into the skin just below her clavicle.

His entire body felt alive, every nerve ending on fire as he sucked Jinx’s blood from the puncture wounds. And that’s when he felt the mating bond snap into place, an unbreakable tether linking their bodies and souls. Energy crackled in the air as their supernatural natures merged and intertwined. They rolled on the bed, clawing at each other, their grunts and cries echoing around the room.

Mikhail swore he could feel every sensation coursing through Jinx’s body, and it only fuelled his lust further. Holding her hips captive, he ground his cock into her in a frenzy until, finally, with a roar, he reached his peak. He had just enough presence of mind to press down on Jinx’s clit, coaxing her orgasm forth with a piercing scream. Her body milked his as he shot into her over and over before they collapsed on the bed, shaking with the force of their release.

It was all he could do for a few moments to draw air into his lungs. He swiped at his nose, concerned that it was bleeding and discovered that his hand shook. “That was …”

Beside him, sprawled on her back like a beached starfish, Jinx gulped. “It certainly was.”

Mikhail snorted, then snickered, and then laughed outright, feeling raw and trashed in the best way possible. He rolled onto his side, flinching when his wet, softened cock fell against his thigh. He was scared to look at it in case it was chaffed. He’d rather live in ignorant bliss.

He met Jinx’s eyes, finding them still glowing with excitement and hunger. But there was also a softness in them that he had never seen before. Reaching out, he stroked her eyebrow gently. “What’s this look all about?”

She made a chuffing sound, stretching her limbs. “It’s called contentment.”

He was kind of hoping it was something more like love, but he’d take contentment. “So, you’re okay?" he asked tentatively, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from her face.

Jinx smiled at him. "I'm more than okay.” She went silent for a moment, absently tracing patterns on the ruined sheet with her finger. “What now?”

He didn’t even need to think about it. “Now we celebrate our mating by making love again.”

She shot him a disgruntled look. “I’m serious, Mikhail.”

So was he, but he settled back against the pillows, pulling Jinx into his arms instead of impaling her on his dick. “Now we live as mates.”

“You didn’t want this,” Jinx said softly.

Mikhail nudged her chin up, speaking plainly. “I did. More than anything else in my entire life, I wanted this. I wantedyou. I just didn’t think I could have you and the crown at the same time.”

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