Chapter Fifteen. #2
“We’d have to talk to the board, but this week has been beneficial for Diar. He’s worked hard at making friends. He’s not entirely trusted, of course, but earned a hefty dose when he and Durant went to his office in Scotland. Diar retrieved his files and brought them back.”
“Good for him. The McDonalds aren’t as high in the hierarchy as the Weidemans. But they’re bloodthirsty and ambitious. They’ll try to climb into the Weideman’s spot. Diar would be better here,” Mitch replied.
Jess nodded her head. “He hasn’t said much about his family.”
“Diar won’t. His legs were still in casts, and his bastard father continued to force him to train.
The shit they did to Dair was beyond cruel.
When they realised after two years of causing viscous, intense agony that Diar wouldn’t heal, they threw him away.
Diar continues to train daily; he refused to be taken unawares.
He ignored his pain because he was so afraid of his life,” Mitch explained.
His fingers began tracing circles over her arms, moving down towards her stomach.
Jess’s skin erupted into goosebumps. Mitch smiled lazily and pulled Jess closer so her body fit sideways against his. She immediately felt his cock pressing into her.
Nerves broke out, and she fought against them.
“Settle down,” Mitch murmured, rubbing a hand across her back.
Jess nodded, but her worries were rising.
Awareness shone in Mitch’s eyes as he bent his head and kissed her.
Jess was stiff in his arms, and as much as she tried to relax, she couldn’t.
Mitch rolled Jess onto her stomach and straddled her.
He started massaging her tense shoulders and slowly worked his way down her back and then her legs.
By the time Mitch finished, Jess was a quivering mess but totally relaxed.
Mitch pulled her pyjama bottoms down and, working his way up, began kissing and kneading her legs.
Jess squirmed as arousal bled through her body.
She rubbed her thighs together as Mitch rolled her over.
Her eyes half-lidded in desire as Mitch buried his head between her thighs.
The touch of his lips made her jackknife as he sucked hard on her skin.
“You’re going to mark me,” she murmured, aroused by the idea.
“Yeah. Tomorrow, you’ll feel me down here and know I claimed you,” Mitch said.
Jess opened her mouth with a cry as he ripped her panties away and spread her legs wide. Mitch growled as he saw her spread out.
“Oh, baby girl, you’ll feel me deep inside you,” Mitch muttered, and Jess shuddered as his mouth met her wet pussy.
Mitch’s tongue delved between her folds, finding the core of her.
Unused to such attention, Jess tried to escape, but Mitch grabbed her thighs and hauled her closer, his tongue stabbing into her.
“Oh God,” Jess cried as her hands clutched at the bedsheets.
Her hips moved with the motion of Mitch’s mouth as he sucked on her clit, grazing it with his teeth.
The slight shivers of pain seemed to heighten her feelings, which were already intense.
She’d never experienced such intense sensations before, despite having had lovers.
Mitch instinctively knew what she needed and wanted.
Mitch moved, and Jess froze as his tongue twirled around her entrance. Surely, he wasn’t… oh, he was. Mitch stabbed his tongue inside her as his fingers moved to her clit. He flicked and pinched the little nub until Jess was consumed by desire.
He kept up as Jess’s legs tried to snap shut as she was lost in the turmoil Mitch was raising in her.
Jess became mindless, only aware of the pleasure Mitch was giving her.
Without warning, Mitch impaled her, and Jess screamed as she clenched around his cock.
Mitch rose above her, handsome and powerful as he pulled out and thrust back in, grazing her G-spot.
Moments later, Mitch bit hard into her throat, and Jess arched her back as she shifted and bit Mitch in return.
Mitch roared with triumph and pushed deep inside her as she shifted back.
The whole change lasted less than three seconds, but it was all they needed.
The mate bond snapped into place, and Jess revelled in it.
On top of the emotions Mitch was creating, it tipped her over into what seemed an endless orgasm.
Her nipples tightened even harder as her pussy clamped down on Mitch’s thick cock.
Mitch shouted as she felt him spill inside her, but he remained hard as he continued fucking her mindlessly and milking their joint orgasm.
Pressure built up in both of them, and Jess was lost in both of their feelings.
Her nails dug into Mitch’s shoulders as he held her leg and buried himself even deeper.
A second released chased the first, and with a shout, they came together again.
Mitch collapsed, rolling onto his side, still inside Jess and held her close. With one finger, he tilted Jess’s chin upwards. She smiled into his eyes.
“Mine. Forever,” Mitch swore.
“Eternity,” Jess promised in return.
Mitch
“Jess did shift?” Salah demanded, and Mitch laughed.
“Yes.”
“Into a miniature version of Loch Ness?” Salah pressed.
“Salah, yes.”
“I didn’t see that coming,” Salah admitted.
“Neither did Jess nor I, and while I expected the shift, the size was a relief.” Mitch grinned at Jess.
“Could the same happen to me, too?” Salah asked.
“Yeah. I believe the mate bond will find a way, no matter what. Once it’s formed, it isn’t bothered about anything else,” Jess replied.
“And you both felt it immediately? That’s odd compared to some of the others,” Maeve mused as she listened in.
“Maybe because Jess was so angsty, the mating process sought to soothe her fears and worries,” Mitch suggested.
“Possibly. Out of everyone since Vladimir discovered Emmaline, Jess and Salah have worried the most.”
“Did it upset?” Salah asked Mitch, who frowned.
“I don’t understand,” he replied.
“Being inside Jess when she was Ness. Did it turn you off?” Salah pressed. Mitch guessed why. Salah’s Scylla form was terrifying.
“No. It barely lasted a few seconds, and as soon as the mate bond formed, Ness faded. She certainly left her mating bite, though.” Mitch chuckled, rubbing his wound.
Jess sat up. “I hurt you?” she began tugging at Mitch’s tee and dragged it down to see his shoulder. “Oh no!” she gasped, seeing the bite. “Call Pandora!”
“What are you doing?” Mitch exclaimed, suddenly experiencing protectiveness.
“Getting you healed!” Jess retorted as she gently touched it.
Mitch shifted out of the way. “Leave my mating mark be! That belongs to me!” he snapped, and Jess grew wide-eyed.
“Wow,” Salah murmured.
Mitch continued moving away from Jess as he pulled his tee back over his shoulder. “It’s mine,” he repeated.
Jess looked confused at Mitch’s reaction. “Is it not hurting?”
“No, stop messing with it. It’s proof we’re mates,” Mitch replied, a little wounded Jess wanted to wipe the mark away.
Enlightenment dawned on Maeve’s face. “Jess doesn’t want to get rid of it. Mitch, she feels guilty because, honestly, that wound is huge and deep. She wants to mend it.”
“No, it’s mine. Why aren’t you offering Jess healing for her bite?” he demanded. He wasn’t weak, and he’d heal in time. To him, it sounded as if they were belittling his Mate Mark. They weren’t, but his emotions over the mark were slightly unstable.
“Jess, the mating bond is new and raw. Mitch probably thinks you’re trying to erase visible signs of it,” Maeve explained.
Mitch glowered as guilt flashed across Jess’s face. “Sorry, I just wanted to stop any pain you felt.”
“I’m not suffering any, and I’m perfectly happy with my bite,” Mitch said, a little more at ease now that he understood.
Relief washed through him, and Mitch blinked.
That hadn’t originated with him but had come from Jess.
Mitch pushed reassurance down their bond and wondered if Jess would sense it.
He guessed she did, as her eyes widened.
“Oh, wow,” Jess murmured.
“What?” Salah demanded.
“Mitch wanted me to be reassured and sent that through our mate bond. I experienced his emotions,” Jess said, stunned.
“Okay, we’re excusing ourselves from you lovebirds,” Maeve said with a smile. She and Salah left Jess’s apartment.
“We need to talk about what we’re going to do and where we’ll live,” Jess stated as she curled into Mitch’s side.
Mitch grinned. “Later,” he declared and pounced on her.
Diarmad
“All alone?” a woman murmured, and Diar glanced up. She was someone he’d seen in passing, but he didn’t know her name or her shifted form.
“I was, but you’re welcome to join me. I’m Diar McDonald,” he said warmly.
“Bronwen Thomas. I’m Phoenix,” she introduced herself as she sat on the bench, but kept a careful distance. “You come here a lot.”
“I like the outdoors. Being surrounded by wilderness grounds and humbles you. All the world is much bigger than your petty problems,” Diar replied.
“Nature is a miracle in itself.”
“Yes. Its power is unsurpassed and immense. A forest fire may kill everything in its path, but life will find a way to rejuvenate a burned area.”
“Can I ask you something?” Bronwen asked
“Of course.”
“And you’ll answer?”
Diar chuckled. “We’ll have to see. What is it?”
“The centre I escaped from, were you aware I was there?” Bronwen whispered.
Dair held her eyes. “No. If I had, I’d have come for you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“No, but you didn’t deserve torture or being experimented on. Nobody deserves that,” Diar said sadly.
“Thank you,” Bronwen murmured and looked out at the view. “The valley is a masterpiece of art.”
“It is,” Diar agreed, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence.