Page 46 of Pulled By the Tail
Her entire body shivered at his words and her cunt gripped him tighter. She pulsed around him, squeezing, as she found her climax.
An electric spark coiled at the base of his spine, signaling his own release. With a growl, he pumped deep into her. The feral part of his mind wanted to coat her womb with his seed, to plant a kit in her, sink his claws in and mark his mate. His fingers flexed, digging into her soft, yielding flesh.
No doubt his civilized self would have some pangs of guilt about the bruises tomorrow. A male his size needed to be careful, to be mindful of how he touched his mate, but for the moment he was inordinately pleased. He wanted her to feel him tomorrow, to remember how he possessed her and made her come undone.
As their bodies cooled, sated and relaxed, he held in his arms. His tail curled possessively around her ankle, desperate for any bit of contact.
His human.
His mate.
His heart.
Georgia
Talen rubbedhis hand up and down her arm, unable to get enough of her. “Why did you come?”
“Angle and position, I imagine. Technique had something to do with it. Plenty of clit stimulation, so thank you for that. Good job. I rate this a satisfactory experience.”
He rolled onto his back, huffing with amusement. Yeah, she knew he meant why did she come to Corra, but found it too hard to give an honest answer when he looked at her with those puppy dog eyes. Wrong turn of phrase. Kitty cat eyes? No. Bedroom eyes, yes. Heavy and hooded and sparking with desire. Eyes that made her brain short circuit and forget the question.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s easier when you’re not looking at me.”
“Yes. I find myself inspecting the floor or the ceiling often in your presence.” He gave a gentle nudge to indicate no hard feelings.
“It’s not that you’re too good-looking, but you're too good-looking,” she started.
“Much obliged. I often worry if I’m too attractive,” he said dryly. Then, he added in a serious tone, “I’m not Quil.”
“Thank heavens for that.” She twisted her fingers in her hair. “I worry about what people think and if I don’t look at you, then I don’t have to worry about what you’re thinking.”
“Fascinating ceiling. Plaster and wood. There’s a damp spot in the corner. Is that new? I’ll check the attic and see if the roof is leaking,” he said.
They lay side-by-side, nearly touching. Wind gusted around the house and whistled down the chimney, but the warmth of the fire—and the company—drove away thoughts of the storm.
“My mom died of cancer,” she blurted out. “That’s why I came to Corra. I mean, that’s why I signed up for the agency. I thought I had cancer too.” She sighed, taking a moment to calm herself. “My mother died of cervical cancer when I was sixteen. I didn’t have any other family, so I went into foster care.”
She took a breath, gathering her thoughts. “Nothing terrible happened in foster care. You hear stories of bad homes and abusive parents, but the worst that ever happened to me was that I was alone. No one cared.” No extended family, aunts or cousins or even a long-lost grandparent, emerged after her mother’s death. Georgia had to learn to take care of herself because no one else could be bothered. That was probably the birth of her obsessive need for the security that having a life plan provided. She couldn’t blame her sixteen-year-old self for finding the adult world intimidating.
“That is too young to be on your own,” he said.
“A little more than a year ago, I fell ill. More than a year, I guess. Being sick sneaks up on you. When you feel lousy for long enough, that just becomes normal. Anyway, the doctors thought it could be cervical cancer, like my mom.”
“Was it?”
“No. I had polyps, a growth in my uterus, but it wasn’t cancer.” She reached up to toy with the ends of her hair again but paused.
Talen covered her hand with his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“It scared me,” she said. “I want a family. Kids. All that. But I had this plan, like a timeline. Then I realized that my mom was only a few years older than me when she died, so maybe I needed to accelerate the timeline.” She glanced at Talen, who kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “The worst part is I debated how to tell all this to my boyfriend, the man I thought I was going to marry, when I found him fucking someone else.”
His hand squeezed hers, but he said nothing, allowing her to continue speaking at her own pace.
“Playing it safe didn’t work out for me, so I decided to do something wild. Unexpected. That didn’t work out so great for me, either.”
It brought her to him, she wanted to add, but Georgia held her tongue. It didn’t matter. She wanted casual, she said. She wasn’t staying.
Chapter 10
