Page 37 of Auctioned Mate

A smile appeared. And then another thrust. He gripped everywhere he could, roaming freely around my curves and folds, taking his time to get to know every inch of my body. Sweet worship like this hadn’t ever been an option for me before. Any other man would have just dipped his dick and taken off.

But not Juriah. Never this sweet angel. He seemed to tune in to me, knowing just when to buck and when to pull back. Slow, fervent pumps turned to quick, pulsing thrusts that rocked me into the cabinets, causing them to quake. Each frenzied buck slammed me harder, pushing sounds from me that I didn’t know I was capable of making.

Cold heat swept right through me then, pouring in gushing waves over my body as he leaned back with my knees over his shoulders. Just a few more thrusts sent me falling over the edge, tumbling into oblivion, yearning for more despite how much I was getting lost in him. It wasn’t until he collapsed against me that I realized he’d joined me in the same realm, gotten lost with me at the same time.

No, that couldn’t be the end. That wasn’t enough. I stroked his hair and bounced my hips, grateful for the fact that he was still hard. Sheer determination took over when he lifted his head, a growing sense of urgency palpable in the air.

“Do you really want me that badly?” he teased while pushing my knees toward my chest.

He exposed so much of my slit that cool air swarmed my mound. I shivered—but he never stopped thrusting. He never stopped pleasuring me.

His grin returned as his eyes went white again. “Give me your tongue.”

Obedience wasn’t anywhere in my nature. But with Juriah, I didn’t second-guess myself. I didn’t question him. I did as he asked and lost sight of him as he bent forward to slurp my tongue into his mouth. More feverish thrusts broke out from there, sending us sliding sideways on the counter, knocking over whatever was nearby.

Pleasure stung me in places I didn’t know existed. A new orgasm slammed into me, this one much quicker than the first but just as satisfying. I slumped on the counter while trying to keep myself from falling over, tumbling into a fit of giggles and groans that came in short bursts.

Juriah came with me.Again. That was impossible, the kind of stuff that only got edited into porn videos or something.

I stroked his hair as he struggled to focus on me.

“Dinner is…” He chuckled with disbelief. “Sorry, little wolf. Dinner is going to be late.”

“I thought I was dinner.”

His face twisted with confusion, causing me to laugh even more as he slid out of me. The loss of his girth prompted me to pause, a sadness taking over that I hadn’t anticipated. As he helped me to my feet, I discovered the mess we had made. Both steaks were on the ground.

Juriah looked torn. I shrugged it off, collected the steaks, and moved the potatoes aside. “It’s alright. We can rinse them off. The grill will get rid of any germs.”

“I didn’t realize you could do that.”

“Well, when you grow up like me, any food is good food. Even floor food.”

Hurt plastered his features. “Were you ever forced to eat off the ground?”

I didn’t answer that question. I didn’t like how much I could feel his feelings about the whole situation. Arousal soaked my inner thighs, my tits were still hanging out, and I hadn’t bothered to clean up or put on underwear. I was already stark naked.

How much more naked did he want me to get?

“Here,” he said gently while holding out a fresh set of clothes. “I brought you a towel as well.”

I dropped the steaks on a fresh plate. “Wait, how did you move so quickly?”

“It’s a gift.” He chuckled lightly and then added, “I suppose your realm would call it a skill.”

“I just…I didn’t see…”

I stared at him as I shut off the faucet.

His smile came back as handsome as ever. “You were taking care of something, so I took care of something. We’re balanced.”

We’re balanced.

Feelings from long ago sprouted like they had been planted just this morning. Guilty feelings.Shamefulfeelings. Because he shouldn’t have been calling anything between us balanced when our relationship was based on the fact that he had purchased me from an underground trafficking ring.

He wasn’t that much better than Rick or Percy in that regard. He just wanted to take control of the situation. He just wanted to hold his power over me. That was what all men wanted to do. Hell, it probably wasn’t even just men, because my mother had done the same thing.

I grabbed the clothes. “Who says shit like that?”

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