Page 24 of Shifter Mate Magic
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Trevor was pretty sure his mate was going to kill him for being so late. He’d wanted everything to be perfect, and time had gotten away from him.
Just as he approached the motel room door, he heard her asking about a job with the Shifter Tribunal.
He awkwardly unlocked the door and opened it, then sidestepped in with his bags.
Jackie turned, her eyes growing wide. “Good. I’ll bring you a résumé on Monday. Gotta go.” She hung up the phone. “What did you do, buy out the store?” She smiled, and he relaxed a bit. “Oh, never mind. I’m glad you’re back.” She crossed to the dresser that held a TV, a coffee maker, and a hot plate. “Here, put them in the kitchen.”
He set them all down, then arranged them so they wouldn’t spill. “I’ve got another load.”
“I’ll help, because we need to talk.”
As they brought in the rest of the bags and his large cooler, he admitted he might have gone overboard with the supplies. He tried not to let her words worry him, but he didn’t do a very good job.
He sat on the corner of the bed and braced himself for bad news. “You wanted to talk.”
She crossed to stand in front of him. “I’m on the pregnancy roller coaster right now, and all I can think about is the Moon pies you brought and jumping your bones.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure you want to mate with me? I know it’s for life, and I want that, but you have to be sure, too.” She slid her other hand over her stomach.
Relief flooded him. “Damn sure. I want you forever. Mating means your daughter becomes the daughter of my heart, and I want that, too.” He placed a gentle hand over hers on her stomach. “Some shifters never get the chance to meet their true mate, and not all matings are blessed with children. I hit the jackpot with you.”
She gave him a radiant smile, so he didn’t mind the tears. He patted the bed next to him. “I have a question for you.”
She sat, and he put an arm around her to snuggle her close.
“Do you want to move to Chicago?” It would throw half his arrangements out the window, but he’d do it in a heartbeat if that’s where her job was. His job was mobile, but his home base would always be with her.
“No. I’d like to live here.” Her eyes filled with more tears. “I’ve made more friends here in a week than I did in four years living in Houston.” She captured his hand and kissed his palm. “How does claiming work? Shiloh and Matteo said it creates the bond, but they got all coy about the details, so I assume it’s sex.” She used her sleeve to wipe the tears from her face. “Goddess, I hope it’s sex.”
“Oh, yeah.” Trevor pulled her in for a kiss, licking at the seam of her lips until she opened for him. The feel and taste of her set him on fire. “Hot, raunchy sex with enthusiastic intent.”
She stood up to strip the T-shirt off over her head and threw it on the stuffed chair. She started on her bra. “Well then, get undressed, cowboy,” she drawled. “I’ve been wanting you real bad for a whole week.”
He flared his magic to do the one trick he knew, vanishing his clothes until he called for them again. He watched, mesmerized as she pushed off her pants and underwear. Yellow light from the bedside lamp lit her large, beautiful breasts and swelling stomach, like she’d been painted by a master artist. He wasted no time in pulling her to him, so he could latch onto one proud, taut nipple. She moaned as he swirled his tongue around it and sucked gently, then repeated the cycle. He did the same for her other breast, reveling in her pleasure.
“Bed,” she whispered.
He scooped her up and stood, kissing her wetly before laying her on her back on top of the covers of the king-size bed. Her smile widened when her eyes drifted down and centered on his erection. Her anticipation flowed through the nascent mate bond, causing him to pulse with need.
He knelt on the bed and stalked her on his hands and knees until he got to her splayed thighs. The scent of her arousal drew him like the finest honey. He lowered his head to the center of her curls for a taste.
“Oh, goddess, yes, do that again.” She clutched the sheets. “More.”
He ran his hands up her thighs and slid them under her generous ass, then gave his mate what she asked for. He licked his way through her folds until he found her swollen clit, which he flicked several times with his tongue until he found the angle that had her thrusting her hips and gasping his name.
He swirled down into her well for more of her honey, curling his tongue into her to get it all. Her muscles tightened around him, so he inserted a finger instead while his tongue went back to her clit.
Her knees spread wider as he flicked with his tongue and added a second finger to thrust several times, until they were both drenched in juices. Her throaty moans and pumping hips sped up, so he did, too. He latched his lips over her and flicked her clit as fast as he could go.
She gave several short screams as she came, clutching her breasts and pushing against his thrusting fingers. He rode the slow descent with her, keeping her warm with his mouth and hand.
She sat up enough to pull on his shoulders. “Come inside me,” she breathed. “I need you to claim me before I die and go to heaven again.”
“How do we do this, so I don’t hurt you?” He ran his hands over her round stomach, shiny with perspiration.
She pulled a pillow from above her head and shoved it under her hips. “Try that.” She smiled. “Trust me, I’ll let you know if we need to do it another way.”
He oozed up her, kissing her stomach and breasts as he aligned himself with her entrance. He lifted her knees, then slowly pushed into her, moaning in pleasure as her tight muscles gave just enough to fit him like a glove.
