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“This isn’t about me.” Jochi squeezed the sponge out over his mate’s shoulders and watched as it ran down his chest.

“Why do I smell you? Why do you always smell so good? Why do I want to bury my face in the crook of your neck and breath you in every chance I get?” Jefferson wrapped his hand in Jochi’s braid and pulled him close. “Why do I feel like I’ll go insane if I don’t bite you and mark you.”

Jochi’s breath came in soft pants. He’d never seen Jefferson like this before. Never smelled anything like him either. It didn’t make sense. Jefferson was human. Not a shifter. Yet, the more they sat nose to nose, Jochi began to wonder, what if. “What does this stirring feel like?”

“I feel chained.”

“Chained?”

Jefferson nodded. “Held back and if I’d just let go, I’d feel better.”

“When is it at its worse?”

Jefferson’s gaze locked with his. “When I’m buried deep inside of you coming so hard, I lose my mind.”

Jochi gasped. Yes, estrous for mates was bad. More so for the shifters who were with humans. There were some felines, though rare, who could shift into their cat forms and fuck the anxiousness out. Those who could, usually the Alpha, also had the ability to barb their mate, giving complete control over to their animal until the beast was satisfied. But this... What Jefferson was saying... “What do you need from me at this moment?”

“You, riding my dick, until whatever this is comes out, and I don’t feel so out of control.” Jefferson’s edgy tone denoted just how nervous and worried he’d been, surprising Jochi.

“Do you think that’ll work?” Jochi stood and stripped off his clothes. “Sex? Or do you feel out of control because you have none right now?” He slipped into the water, groaning as the warmth encapsulated his body.

“Both,” Jefferson tugged Jochi to him. “I think.”

“Do you want to bite me, bèndàn?”

“Yes.” He stroked the area where Jochi’s neck and shoulder met with the pad of his thumb. “I want everyone to see it. It makes my chest ache and my dick so hard and I could pound nails.”

“Really?” Jochi wrapped his palm around Jefferson’s cock and groaned. “Must be painful.”

“It is. Don’t fucking toy with me right now,” Jefferson snarled.

“But if we’re trying to get whatever it is lurking within you, out, shouldn’t I?” Jochi stroked him. The thick length in his hand twitched hard and Jefferson let out a moan of satisfaction as he began to cum. “So quick, bèndàn.”

“Don’t want to talk about it,” Jefferson muttered. “Don’t stop though.”

"Wasn't going to." Jochi climbed into his mate's lap then let the water out a bit—they didn't need a messy floor once they were finished. He positioned his rear at Jefferson's tip then slowly sank down on his mate.

Jefferson hissed. His head fell back against the tub as he rolled his hips, sinking deeper into Jochi. “This feeling. Right here.” He held onto Jochi while they rocked together. “This... like I need to come so hard I can’t pull out.”

Jochi stilled. “Say that again, bèndàn.”

Jefferson’s eyes flashed open. The raw unadulterated hunger and arousal swirling in his mate's grey eyes smacked Jochi in the chest. "Like I need to come so hard, I can't pull out?"

“Then let’s give it a try, shall we?” Jochi gave him a wicked grin. “Let me guide this.” He wrapped his arms around Jefferson’s neck. “I don’t want you to chase the feeling. Let it hang out in the peripheral. Perhaps if you relax into it...”

“Okay.” He stared at Jochi for a minute. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, if this works, you’ll see.” Jochi began to move. He took control of the situation allowing Jefferson to sit back and enjoy.

He couldn’t say he didn’t see the writing on the wall. Maybe he’d been blinded by the idea of finally claiming his mate. Maybe he wanted to push it aside and not think about it. The signs were there though. The aggressiveness. The way Jefferson kept them connected long after they were spent.

“Tell me what you feel,” Jochi whispered.

Jefferson groaned, lifting his hips to chase Jochi’s strokes. “Hot. Tense. I can’t get enough. I can’t feel you enough. I can’t...” He cursed under his breath. “I feel like I am being ripped in two.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes. So, fucking good.” Jefferson buried his face in Jochi’s neck.

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