Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Electra
My eyes widen at his question. I don’t know if it’s rhetorical or if he’s expecting an answer but right now, I’m so full of lust and carnal need, I can’t think straight, much less verbally respond. I wasn’t lying to him when I told him I had limited experience, but so far, there’s nothing he’s done to me that I haven’t thoroughly enjoyed. If anything, he makes me feel adventurous, ready to try any and everything.
He leans in and takes one of my taut nipples between his lips, sucking it deep into the cavern of his mouth, the electrical pulse flaring throughout my body as I moan in unadulterated pleasure.
“Ah, my little water witch likes that, I see,” he says. The vibration of his mouth moving against my heated flesh has me feeling as though I’m going to detonate, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet. My pleasure button is begging for him to notice it. My entire body feels as if it’s on fire, a flame that only he can put out.
Time seems almost suspended as he spends countless minutes moving back and forth between my breasts until both nipples are pouty and red, while my flesh itself feels beyond full. As unintelligible moans pass my lips, he continues his sensual assault, and I quickly realize that there are quite a few erogenous zones on my body. I mean, I truly had no idea that the back of my upper arm would have my pussy pulsing in wanton need.
“Jabba,” I moan through clenched teeth. I’m trying to keep from screaming since we haven’t gotten to the main event, but I feel as though the minute he touches me between my legs, I’m going to burst into a million tiny little fragmented pieces.
“Patience, baby,” he replies, sounding proud of himself, now licking and nipping across my abdomen as he slips lower on the bed until his body is cradled between my splayed thighs. I glance down my quivering body in time to see him breathe in deeply, an almost feral expression on his face.
Strangely, there’s no embarrassment, especially since I felt how hard he was as he was moving down my body. I know his reaction is a direct result of how he’s responding to me. My arousal, my responses, my need.
I know he’ll take care of me, even as new as our bond is I can feel his intent when it comes to providing for me. It’s almost an instinctual knowledge and I briefly wonder if it’s like this with all mated couples, then push that thought aside to do as he told me to earlier.
Just feel.
As his mouth moves closer to the apex of my thighs, I spread my legs even wider, marveling at the fact that I’m able to do even that simple task since they’re shaking so much with unbridled passion it’s not even funny. My eyes cross when he blows out a heated breath toward my mid-section, lighting my libido further until I feel as if I’m going to blow my top. The sensation has my head thrashing on the pillow.
“Jabba,” I whimper. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, Electra,” he says, leaning in and swiping his tongue through my saturated folds. I know they are because I can feel how slick it is between my thighs as it drips down toward the mattress. Instead of being grossed out by my overly abundant excitement, he appears to revel in my body’s response as he thoroughly licks me then quickly fills me with two of his fingers until I feel stuffed.
Not as full as when he’s inside me, of course, but still, the sweet invasion has me writhing on the bed as he coordinates the movements of his tongue and fingers in such a way my back is now arched as I reach for a release that’s just out of touch. When he hits something combustible inside that has me crossing my eyes yet again, I explode, screaming out his name as pleasure ignites through every nerve ending residing within me as it courses through me over and over again.
As I slowly come down from the orgasmic stratosphere, he raises his head, winks at me, then moves so the head of his cock is notched at my entrance, before he thrusts home, causing another scream of pleasure to cross my lips and echo throughout the room. His hips begin pistoning in and out of me, the snap of his thrusts causing me to climb that mountain once again.
My hands reach out and grip his shoulders, my nails lightly scoring his skin as my pleasure mounts. When I bite my lip to prevent myself from screaming, he leans in and kisses me then says, “Don’t deny me the privilege of your screams, Nymph. I want everyone to know who you belong to, just as I want them to know I’m yours.”
“Your wish is my command,” I whisper before wave after wave of bliss hits my body and I scream out his name, just as I feel him slam into me one more time then still as his own release flows into my tight, wet sheath.
His forehead hits mine, both of us sweaty and out of breath, and he chuckles. “Fuck, I feel like I just went a few rounds in the cage with Cyrus.”
I look at him straight in his face, one I’m already growing so fond of and one that has become so dear to me, and reply, “Are you comparing me to one of your brothers , Jabba?”
A startled laugh bursts free, causing me to join in while he shakes his head. “No fucking way I’d ever be in this position with one of my brothers, Electra. Not that there’s anything wrong with those who love in that way, but I’m hooked on pussy.” At my acidic glare, he adds, “On your pussy, mate. Only yours.” I nod my head because that explanation was better than his initial response. It appeases that jealous streak inside of me that I’ve never had to deal with before. But as long as he’s aware I have one, it may keep him walking on a straight path.
“I think we’re gonna need a shower before we sleep.”
Now that our heart rates are slowing down back to a normal beat, the sweat is cooling on our bodies, and I feel icky.
One long, thoroughly delightful shower later, I find myself tucked securely into his side. As we drift off to sleep, I send up a prayer of thanks to the goddess for all she’s given me.
Namely, a mate by the name of Jabba. While it’s far too soon for professions of love, I can feel the change inside and know it won’t be long before he owns me, body, heart, and soul.
I’m walking through the misty woods, dazed and disoriented, my heart desperately crying out for my mate. “Jabba? Where are you? Why can’t I find you anywhere?” Fear grips me, strangling me as I stumble along the forest's broken path, because nothing looks familiar to me. None of the landmarks are the same as I recall, and there’s an almost ominous sensation that has me looking around, afraid of what I might see… frightened of what might be lurking in the shadows.
“Where is everyone? What’s happened?” I cry out, rubbing my temples in hopes that it’ll send out a forewarning beacon to my mate. “Why can’t I feel you, Jabba?” I ask, my hand pounding my chest above my heart. “You said you’d protect me and always be there, but you lied. You lied!”
“Electra! Electra, baby, wake up!”
Jabba’s voice breaks into the nightmare I was having, the details already fading into oblivion as I open my eyes and look at his face, his brows furrowed with fear and worry. “I’m awake, Jabba,” I say, my voice scratchy for some reason.
“You just took at least a dozen years off my life, sweetheart,” he declares, leaning in to place a soft, doting kiss on my lips. “You were thrashing on the bed, yelling for me, for anyone. What was it about?”
“I… I don’t remember,” I tell him as the last wisp of the nightmare disappears. “All I know is I couldn’t find you, but I don’t know why I was looking for you, for anyone to begin with.”
“Something else must be coming,” he murmurs, his words hitting me as if they’re prophesized as he gathers me into his strong arms and holds me close. “Hopefully, we’ll be able to figure out what it is.” The words ‘before something tragic happens’ kept out of his wistfulness, although I can feel it through our bond.
Yeah, I hope so too because while the details are gone? The abject fear isn’t and that’s far more terrifying to me than anything else. I can fight against things I know about, but those nameless, faceless entities? Not so much. Sighing, I allow him to soothe me back to sleep, praying I don’t fall back into the apparent hell I was in a short time ago.
I wake up alone the next morning but find a short note from Jabba letting me know he’s meeting with the brothers. Gathering some clean clothes, I head into the bathroom and take a somewhat boring but thorough shower.
It’s only boring because you’re doing it by yourself , I think. Because if Jabba were here, it would be anything but a normal shower.
Snickering, I take the time to deep condition my hair while shaving my legs. There are some things I’ll probably never do around him and this is one of them, as is trimming up my privates.
“What about when you’re so round with our pup that you can’t safely see what you’re doing?”
I screech and almost slice a huge line down my leg when Jabba starts talking to me through our bond. I guess my last thought was loud enough that he heard me as if I were speaking directly to him. Shaking my head, I quickly finish my task, then rinse out my hair before I step out of the shower. I need to check with Harmony to see how I can shield some of my more private thoughts from my mate, because there might be times I don’t want him to know what’s going on until I’ve made sense of it.
Once I’m dressed and have pulled my hair into a ponytail, I decide to change the sheets since my nightmare left me sweaty, then gather the hamper to go do some laundry. If we’re going to be living here, I need to find my own place amongst the members, and taking care of my mate and our den, as he calls it, is one of those ways I can do that very thing. With the clothes quickly sorted and washing, I head into the kitchen for some much-needed caffeine and something to eat.
I also want to speak with Harmony and find out if there are other ways I can contribute around the clubhouse. I’ve noticed they all have their own set chores, and I wouldn’t mind pitching in on kitchen duty or watching the girls. Mostly Jazzy even though Sage is here more often than not.
“Are you okay?” Harmony asks as I walk into the kitchen, my feet dragging as I force one foot in front of the other. “You look tired.”
“It’s the weirdest thing. I had a nightmare last night, but I don’t remember any of the details. Jabba says I was yelling out for him or anyone else as though I was lost or something. He seems to think there’s something else coming our way,” I reply.
“Cyrus said I woke up the same way,” she murmurs, grabbing her phone. I watch her fingers fly over the keyboard and figure she’s texting Karsyn, so I grab a bottle of diet soda then fill a cup with ice. The drink may already be cold, but that first icy sip has me sighing in pleasure.
“What did she say, or has she answered yet?” I question as I sit down across from her at the table.
I watch her face pale while her eyes widen before she stares at me and says, “It happened to her too. What the fu-freaking hell-o is going on?” I wish I had the answers for her, but I’m just as discombobulated as she is. Then I giggle when I realize that she switched up her wording even though Jazzy isn’t in the room to hear her cursing.
I suspect she changed the words because of Jazzy, but to me, that’s a bit of a lost cause since her own mate sprinkles F bombs around like they’re confetti. Wisely, I don’t say a word, because sometimes, living in denial isn’t unpleasant at all.
She does that thing where her eyes haze over that lets me know she’s communicating with Cyrus through their bonded link, and I sit back to wait for what he tells her because I’m positive the men will be approaching at any time now.
Less than a minute passes before Cyrus and Jabba both come skidding into the kitchen, with Bandit and several of the other brothers directly behind them. “We’ve got to figure this shit out!” Cyrus booms out. “None of us are safe right now, but not knowing exactly where the threat’s coming from makes it impossible to prepare. How can we keep our family safe if we don’t know what the hell it is we’re up against?”
A thought crosses my mind and I ask, “Could these nightmares be messages, omens or something foretelling from the goddess of impending scenarios? Like, if we don’t do something specific, it’ll happen?”
“But what are we supposed to be doing, Nymph?” Jabba questions, crouching next to me so he can wrap his arm around my shoulder. The problem is that I don’t know… I feel as if I’m living in an hourglass, a kernel of sand dropping through the funnel one granule at a time.
“Should we consider a lockdown?” Bandit asks Cyrus. “The thing is, we’re technically two different clubs, but with all three of the mated pairs’ women having these nightmares or visions, whatever the fuck they were, should we be separate or together?”
“Fuck my life,” Cyrus snarls, palpable anger emanating from him that’s so strong, I see each of the brothers fighting against the urge to submit to his Alpha power. “Part of me says we should stay separate, but I’m going to reach out to Corbin to figure it out. Maybe there’s something Big Daddy knows that will help.”
“Then let’s go get your brother on the phone,” Bandit says. “Because the sooner we can figure that out, the faster we’ll know where we stand as far as lockdown goes for the clubs.”
“I almost liked it better when we weren’t speaking,” Cyrus retorts as they walk out of the kitchen. Jabba stands, kisses me quickly then follows behind.
“Alrighty then, if there’s a possible lockdown, we’re going to need supplies. Let’s do an inventory and make a list so we can send the prospects out to get whatever we have to have,” Harmony declares.