Page 42 of Thrilled By Her Protector

On and on, her release pulsed around them, until Jennifer was so weak, she couldn’t sit up without his support. Conny cradled her to his chest, dropping tiny little nips and kisses everywhere he could reach. Her cheek, her chin, her neck, and shoulder. He licked a path over her claiming mark and shivers danced across her skin.

Soaring again.

Jennifer was soaring, and Zircon was her wind, lifting her up, making her feel good, guiding her safely home. That’s what he really was. Her home. And she’d never felt more complete or satisfied in her life.

“I love you, mate.”

“I love you, Conny. With all my heart, I love you.”

Zircon cradled her face in his hands, his clear blue eyes sparkling with heat, and he nuzzled her lips ever so softly. Thrills danced up her spine, lightning bolts of pleasure and satisfaction zipped along her nerve endings. She felt his body respond to their kiss, his long thick length still buried inside her hardened once more.

“Will I hurt you?” he asked, all love and caring in his voice.

“Never,” she replied instantly, knowing he would never harm her. Not even unintentionally.

He switched their positions, and she loved the heavy weight of him as he crushed her into the mattress. Zircon kissed her throughout, moving at an unhurried pace, allowing her responses to guide him. Not that he needed it. The man was so damn sexy he had her primed and ready with little more than a husky whisper in her ear.

“Fuck, Jenn, you’re so wet and tight. You were made for me. This pussy was made to take my cock,” he growled. “That’s it, baby. Go on, squeeze me tighter. Hold on, baby.”

He pounded into her then, and she moaned, scratching her nails down his muscled back. His teeth scraped across her neck, and she felt it all the way down in her gut.

“Bite me, Conny. Mark me again,” she told him, needing him to claim her once more.

“Anything you want,” he growled, moving harder, stroking deeper, and hitting her secret spot just right.

Then he struck, his long fangs sinking into her flesh between her neck and shoulder. Pain flashed, but only for a moment. Jennifer screamed her pleasure. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder as she writhed beneath him. She didn’t know how he did it, but this time was better than the last.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it, take me, take me, take all of me,” he growled, body going stiff as his dick pulsed deep within her.

Jennifer held on for dear life, riding out their mutual orgasm as Zircon kept circling his hips, determined, he seemed, to make it last. By the time he slowed, he was kissing her again, and she was kissing him back, showing him with so much more than words how much she loved him.

Sometime later, Zircon eased himself out of her and got up to grab a damp cloth. She was too tired to move. Utterly boneless, truth be told. But her loving mate patted her inner thighs, and over her well-loved sex with the cloth before tossing it back into the kitchen.

He kissed her hip, her belly, her breast, and her shoulder as he slid into bed next to her, keeping his cold feet out of the way. She smiled at that, warming them with her own despite his best efforts to spare her. Grinning, he tucked her into his side, covering them both with the sheet.

“You feel okay?” he asked.

“I feel incredible. I can’t believe I finally get my happy ever after,” she whispered, kissing his chest and snuggling close.

“I am so sorry about everything that happened with your father, Jenn?—”

“Don’t be. We aren’t responsible for his life choices, Conny. We can only be responsible for our own.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I am just sorry he hurt you. You deserved better.”

“I have better now,” she whispered, smiling at him. “I have you.”

Zircon grinned and bent his head to kiss her, but Jennifer’s smile faltered. Her stomach cramped, and she felt dizzy. Suddenly, she vaulted out of bed and raced to the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet in time before she tossed up everything she drank and ate that day.

“Jenn? Are you okay?” Zircon was right there, holding her hair back and pressing a washcloth to her face.

She didn’t know how long she was sick, but it must have been a while. Strange, considering she was a Shifter. Bone tired, Zircon lifted her from the floor and took her back to bed, placing her under the covers.

“I know you think I’m being overprotective, baby. But I’m gonna go get Daeja to come look at you, okay?” he asked, concern written all over his handsome face.

She nodded, too tired and sick to argue. Her stomach was cramping again, and she felt all bloated and swollen. Her head ached, and the room was spinning. She tried to call on her Owl, but the creature was not answering her.

Tendrils of fear spiked through her blood. What the heck was going on? Shifters did not get sick and there was only one reason a female Shifter’s animal might not respond to being called. One reason that she had not been counting on. Gulping, Jennifer rubbed her palm over her belly and froze.

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