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But he didn’t seem like he was in a hurry. He teased her with the idea of it. A gentle stroke, a light touch, a whispered reminder that it would be soon… but he waited.

Chapter Eleven

She woke in the middle of the night and felt strange. Her skin seemed alive with little prickles of sensation, suddenly even the heavy bedding was too much, and she pushed it off. It was cold enough in the cave that she could see her breath, but somehow, she didn’t feel the chill. If anything, she was feverish. Her body felt tight and swollen.

I hope I’m not getting sick again, she thought, as she sat up. But she didn’t feel sick. Energy was surging through her body, making her want to get up and move. She began to pace the cave restlessly.

Halfway across on the third or fourth trip—she’d lost count—she stopped short and inhaled. Something smelled delicious and her stomach growled in response. Then she realized it wasn’t her stomach making that noise it was coming from her throat. It didn’t strike her as odd, though it probably should have.

She snatched up a handful of salted meat and gnawed the strips to fill the emptiness inside of her as she stalked across the stone floor looking for the tantalizing aroma that was calling her. She found it by the fire, but it wasn’t food. It was him. Jahk. She crouched down by his side and watched him sleep.

When had he started to smell so good? She couldn’t resist leaning close and sniffing near the pulse point below his ear, but he woke as she did. She pulled back, embarrassed.

“Sorry! I don’t know what I was… You just smelled so good.” Was that her voice? It sounded lower than usual and there was a roughness. “I feel so strange. I don’t understand it.”

A slow smile spread across his face, wide enough to expose the sharper canine teeth at the sides. “I do,” he said. He reached up, slid his hand into her hair and tugged her down until their lips almost touched. “You’re in heat, kitten.”

“I am?” She was having trouble thinking clearly. Every part of her body seemed to be trying to get her attention at once, and she was being overwhelmed by her heightened senses. She felt unprepared.

She closed the gap between them, pressing her mouth hard against his. He tasted as good as he smelled, and she lost herself in exploring his mouth. A low growl built in her throat and she grew more aggressive, crawling over his body and rubbing against him with frantic need.

She bit his bottom lip and a sweetness filled her mouth. She wanted more and sucked it between her teeth, but suddenly he was pushing her away.

“Oh, no you don’t, Mara.” He wiped at his chin with the back of his hand, but he didn’t look angry about the bite. The slit pupils in his eyes had expanded until they covered the iris in black. She could read the heat and hunger in them as he looked at her.

“Please, don’t make me wait anymore.” The words were breathy and filled with desire. She reached for him.

“No, no more waiting, kitten. But you’re going to have to behave yourself. It’s your first heat and the hunger can get a little confusing. I don’t intend to be your dinner so…” He dragged her back against him and then rolled her over onto her belly.

“That’s silly. I would never eat you,” she insisted. She tried to sound scandalized at the very thought, but the truth was, she could still taste his blood in her mouth, and she wasn’t entirely sure he was wrong. She felt a flash of rage that he knew more about her body than she did. The sheer power of the emotion threw her off and she actually snarled.

“Uh-huh. We’re going to do this my way.” He pulled her back, lifting her by hips until she was on her knees and then he spread them so he could reach between her thighs.

Finally, after all the holding back, he actually touched her the way she ached to be touched. His fingers slid easily between her folds, searching for the hard bud of her clit. He stroked and teased it until she buried her face in the bedding to muffle the keening sounds. It felt good, but at the same time she was so overly sensitized it was almost painful too. She both loved and hated what he was doing.

She didn’t need the preparation; arousal was obvious at that point since her fur was soaked with it. He pushed a finger deep inside of her and then another and he began to pump them in and out slowly. Her body shook and trembled, but it wasn’t enough. There was a throbbing need inside for something bigger than his fingers.

“Please!” She didn’t mean for it to come out like a demand.

He chuckled. “You want something, Mara?”

“Yes, yes please.”

“Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need,” he said, coaxing her in a low crooning voice.

Where was her pride to hold her back? It was gone along with her dignity, and she didn’t hesitate to comply. “Fuck me, Jahk. Hard, now.” He switched the angle of his fingers and began to move them a little faster.

“No orders, Mara. You’re in no position to be making demands. Let me hear you beg for it.” He used his other hand to scratch his nails over the bare skin of her shorn cheeks.

She wasn’t sure if it was meant as a threat, but she was close to screaming with frustration. “Please, Jahk. P—please take me. I need you so badly. It feels like I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now.” Maybe it was an exaggeration, but it didn’t feel like one.

“Good girl. It’s about time I show you what a real mating is like.” He pulled his hand free and moved directly behind her.

She felt his shaft sliding through her slippery juices, stroking her to a feverish pitch. It was hard to hold still with what she needed so close, and then he was lined up and slowly working his way into her, one inch at a time. His hands settled hard on her hips and stilled her attempts to thrust back and take him all at once. She wondered if he took sadistic pleasure in making her wait.

“You’re mine, Kitten. I’m claiming you right… now!” With the last word he snapped his hips and plunged home with a snarl.

It felt so good that the air was knocked out of her, and for a few seconds she struggled to exhale. When she was finally able to breathe again, it went out with a cry of pure animal pleasure. Her hands fisted in the blankets as she clutched them for some sense of stability. She buried her face to muffle the sounds that kept coming. Silence was impossible.

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