Page 99 of Reluctant Rebel

“You were almost taken from me. Again. He was going to give you to Z and?—”

Jinx interrupted his pained words with a fierce, desperate kiss, pulling him closer as the water continued to pour over them. “I’m here,” she whispered against his lips when they briefly parted for breath. “We're both here, and that's all that matters. Besides, I wouldn’t have allowed him to take me.”

Mikhail tucked her head beneath his chin, wrapping his arms around her so she was fully enveloped by him. “That was Carrick, wasn’t it? The fae ambassador to the palace.”

“Yes,” Jinx replied, snuggling into his chest before explaining everything she knew in detail.

“I can't believe you had a kind-of- stalker,” Mikhail said, his voice husky. He cupped her face, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. “Please tell me you’re not going to be a troublemagnet for the rest of our lives. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes taking on a distinct devilish sheen. “Oh, I don’t know. You seemed pretty capable to me.”

Mikhail winced. He had completely lost his shit. He’d killed before for multiple reasons: punishment, defence, justice. But he’d never killed from raw, unfiltered rage and possessiveness. “You are my mate.”

“Yes. I am.”

Hearing her easy acknowledgment, so calm and straightforward, made his heart skip a beat. He studied her eyes, searching for a flicker of doubt or hesitation, but found only a steady, unyielding certainty. He lowered his head to hers. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Jinx gripped his cock, stroking it from root to tip. “I have some idea.”

The steam from the shower enveloped them in a hazy cocoon, mingling with the heat of their bodies as their lips met again with renewed urgency. Mikhail's hands roamed down her back, pulling her wet skin against his, while Jinx's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him as if she might lose him if she let go. Now that his mind—and his heart—were made up, that was never going to happen.

His lips moved down her neck, nibbling and nipping at her sensitive skin. Jinx let out a breathy moan, and his body responded to the sound with an intensity he’d never experienced before. His blood felt heated, coursing through his veins and flooding his dick with fire. His cock hung low, hard and heavy and wanting inside its mate with desperation.

Mikhail rutted against Jinx’s thigh whilst she tangled her fingers in his hair, and he trailed hot kisses down to the swell of her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth while teasing the other with his fingers. They were dusky pink, hard, andutter perfection, and he tortured them both, tugging, biting, and sucking until Jinx finally pulled back.

She moaned, leaning back on the cool tiles and pressing her hand between her legs. “You’re going to make me come.”

He watched her with hooded eyes, his hand moving of its own accord and joining hers. His finger slipped between her folds easily, the scorching wetness there making for a smooth glide. Jinx’s small finger met his, and together they rubbed over her clit, eliciting dual gasps of pleasure.

Praying he didn’t embarrass himself, his finger moved lower, circling her entrance before pushing into her core. Her inner muscles spasmed, locking down. “I cannot wait to feel this …” He drove his finger in deeper, rotating it before slipping it back out. “… wrapped around my cock.”

Jinx didn’t answer but claws pierced her fingertips as she scrambled to get a grip on the tiled wall behind her. Mikhail continued his assault, a second finger joining the first as he worked to stretch her out as well as give as much pleasure as he could. When her head thrashed back and forth, and her claws chipped the wall, he dropped to his knees and yanked her hard against his mouth. He licked up and over her clit once before opening her up with his fingers and stabbing his tongue in deep. That was all it took to have her tumbling over the edge.

Jinx screamed, her hands going to his head as her hips pumped, meeting his mouth. Mikhail continued to lick, suck, and play until he ended up with an armful of a twitching, naked tiger shifter. He placed soothing kisses across her chest, where her heart was beating in a furious rhythm, and stroked her slippery folds gently.

Jinx moaned feebly, grabbing his wrist. “Enough of that.”

Mikhail immediately moved his hand, kissing her knuckles. “Sensitive?”

“Overly,” Jinx rasped, shuddering in his lap.

He smirked, feeling like the King he was. “Perfect.”

Jinx grunted, opening one eye. “You look far too cocky, sir.”

Mikhail thrust, his erection rubbing against Jinx’s back. “That I am.”

Before she could comment, he stood up with her in his arms and turned off the water before stepping out and grabbing a heated towel. He wasn’t cold and knew she wasn’t either, but he wanted to give her time to recover and also offer her some space if she needed it. He lowered her carefully onto his bed and was just about to turn back to the bathroom when her clawed hands landed on his hips. He couldn’t help shivering; her claws in his skin really did it for him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked huskily.

“I was giving you a breather,” Mikhail replied, allowing her to tug him onto the bed.

She arched a brow at him. “Don’t think I can keep up?”

His whole body jerked when she took one of her claws and ran it over balls. It took him three attempts to answer her. “I’m not worried about that. I was trying to be a gentleman.”

Jinx’s hand stilled where it was torturing his foreskin, and her eyes met his. “I appreciate that. I’m okay. Are you?”

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