Page 79 of Reluctant Rebel

Jinx couldn't remember the last time she had felt this alive. She coaxed him closer, her breath catching when Mikhail's hands slid down to her hips, lifting them up. His dick pressed against the tight muscles of her core until just the tip slipped inside. They both groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain. She spread her legs as wide as they would go, allowing her knees to drop flat against the earth as Mikhail pushed in slowly. By the time his hips were flush against hers, they were both breathing hard and slick with sweat.

Mikhail nipped at her lips, withdrawing halfway before sliding back in. The friction was incredible, and Jinx felt full to bursting. She knew he was struggling to keep things slow, and she appreciated his thoughtfulness. But it wasn’t what she wanted now. She wanted to feel the freedom and pleasure only a good pounding could bring.

Surprisingly, sex had been one of the first things she’d managed to conquer from her past. To her, it was merely a bodily function just like any other—when not used to punish or create pain. She had sex sparingly when the mood struck and explored her triggers. Sometimes, she’d be left a trembling mess with nightmares haunting her for days afterwards. Other times, she’d ride the wave of an awesome orgasm all the way to Poundtown. Trauma was a fickle beast.

Jinx lifted her legs and wrapped them around Mikhail’s waist. “Enough with the slow torture. I want all of you. Show me what you got.”

“Your wish …” Mikhail murmured, licking her hard nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Her pussy clenched, and Mikhail swore. She saw the moment his control snapped when his eyes flashed, seeming to glow from within. He thrust into her at an almost frantic pace, and her hands scrambled to grasp the grass beneath her, giving her something to hold on to. She lifted her body as much as she was able, meeting his body with her own. She screamed, feeling a tugging on her clit. She’d been so focused on the man above her that she hadn’t noticed one of his hands journeying south.

Mikhail pinched her clit with just the perfect amount of pressure as he continued to move inside of her. The dual sensations were too much, and before long, her back arched, her whole body tensing. She let out a desperate cry, her core spasming as her orgasm raced through her. Her mouth closed over Mikhail’s shoulder, and for a moment, she wanted to sink her teeth into his skin, drawing blood and ensuring a bond for the rest of their lives. But that was her orgasm talking, and she wrenched her mouth away, biting down on her own arm instead as her body trembled through its peak.

Above her, Mikhail shouted hoarsely, his hips losing their rhythm. His back bowed as he slammed into her twice more, every muscle rigid as he exploded within her. She could feel the hot bursts of his seed every time his cock jerked, and she shuddered, loving the decadent sensation. He collapsed onto his forearms, his hips making small circles and sending shafts of pleasure through her body. She was over-sensitised, and even the simplest touch of Mikhail’s chest against hers had her moaning and twisting beneath him.

Mikhail tried to kiss her, but they were both breathing too hard and shaking too much to make contact. Jinx laughed, and Mikhail shot her a sheepish look. “Sorry. My fine motor control is shot to hell,” he explained before carefully pulling free and rolling to the side. He gathered her against his chest, snuggling her close.

Jinx smiled, enjoying the way his chest rose and fell beneath her cheek. Nothing had ever felt so good. The future was uncertain, but one thing she knew for sure; they were definitely doing that again.

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Mikhail reluctantly released Jinx’s hand once they were back on palace grounds. He knew the biology between fated mates ensured the sex would be mind-blowing. But he had a feeling that it was Jinx—the woman—that had caused their sex to be a holy experience. He was still drained, both physically and emotionally, and he was by no means done.

“I should go and shower,” Jinx said. “And so should you. Anyone will take one look at us and know we’ve banged.”

“Banged? How romantic,” Mikhail joked. She did look delightfully ravished, he decided, with her hair a mess, red marks all over her neck, and a glassy look in her eyes. His dick made a valiant effort to twitch. Wanting one last kiss, he reached for her, only to frown. “What’s this?”

Jinx looked at the reddened, oozing skin on her arm. “I bit myself so I wouldn’t bite you. It’s nothing. It will be completely healed by morning.”

He rubbed the broken flesh with his thumb regretfully. “I didn’t even notice. I’m sorry.”

“Hey …” Jinx placed her hands flat on his chest, gazing up at him. “It’s fine. Truly. We scratched the mother of all itches, and I didn’t claim you. That’s what’s important.”

Mikhail knew she was right, but he didn’t like it. “I don’t like seeing you hurt, no matter the cause. Next time, bite a pillow.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” Jinx asked coyly.

He groaned, moving his hands down her back and over her butt. He pulled her against him, demonstrating just how ready he was fornext time.“I have a feeling there’s going to be alotof next times.”

“I think you could be right,” Jinx mumbled, rising onto her toes to kiss him.

The kiss spun out until a familiar, exaggerated cough met their ears. When Jinx went to jump back guiltily, Mikhail steadied her. He understood the reaction. A part of him felt the same way. But he also knew they had nothing to be ashamed of. He glared at his brother. “What?”

Brax grinned at them, his eyes darting back and forth between them. “I see I’m interrupting something. My apologies.”

Jinx harrumphed. “You don’t look sorry.”

Mikhail concurred. In fact, his brother looked a little off. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. But I think I should be asking you that.” Brax’s amber eyes roamed over Jinx from head to toe. “I thought Mikhail wasn’t your mate. Isn’t that what you said? Yet, here you are, spreading your legs for him.”

Mikhail blinked, positive he’d misheard. “What the fuck did you just say?” he demanded, pulling Jinx close.

Jinx looked at Brax with confusion. “We’re not mated, not that it’s any of your business. What’s going on with you? Did you and Sabre have a fight?”

Brax snorted and shook his head. “Sabre is the least of my worries. It’s you two I’m concerned about. You’re off playing hide the salami while people are being killed.”

Jinx paled, leaning into Mikhail’s side. “Someone’s dead? Who? Not Gage or Eric or …”

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