Chapter 26 #2
I know. “Keep doing what you’re doing. I love it.”
Another moment of uncertainty, she sucks me back into her mouth and bobs on my cock, her heat and wetness burning me up from within. So I seal my fate a little more by finally guiding her, helping her along, my hand on her head, pushing her down and testing her limits.
“That’s it. Just like that. Suck me in.”
Slowly, she starts to take me all the way to the back of her throat, setting off her gag reflex that works my cock. Not after long, she grows in her confidence and starts to speed up, my every satisfied grunt and groan egging her on.
Each slam to the back of her throat, something she does on her own, has me shuddering. She’s working me good, and the ache races through me, drawing my balls even higher, a crescendo building.
I want to use her hair and really slam home. I want to use her hard, like her mouth’s her pussy, taking control until I blow. But since this is her first time so I don’t want to hurt her.
The thought makes me groan louder, the vividness of my imagination enough to make me harder, the pressure more intense and the tendrils of pleasure thicker than before.
I’m barely hanging on. I’m—
“I’m going to come,” I rasp.
She tries to clamp down, but I yank her hair, pulling her off me with a yelp. Moving quick, I bend down, scoop her up, and stride across the room to the table. Putting her down next to the unpacked boxes and tools, legs parted, I angle to her soaking wet core and thrust into her.
I’ve buried myself entirely with the first thrust. Without giving her any time to adjust, I pull free, hammering hard as her eyes roll upwards and her fingers bite into me.
“God, yes, Reece…yes!”
I fight the oncoming orgasm, trying to get her off and satiate her appetite.
Using my grip on the table, I slam into her over and over, her body made for this.
She wraps her thighs around me, head falling back, and I run my tongue up her throat, the need to bite her there, to make her mine in the most primal way.
She starts to spasm on my cock.
“Ah…shit.” I can’t stop the orgasm as it cascades down my spine, my cock pulsating inside her.
She quickly follows me over the edge and her pussy contracts tight, milking me.
We both fly. She clings to me as we come down. I can’t breathe. I can’t think for her, the feeling of her, the scent.
Seconds later I gather her closer to my chest, the most precious thing in my world. Mari. She’s the girl who makes my heart beat.
“Come on,” I whisper, easing out of her. I pick her up and carry her back to the cot. “Are you hungry at all?”
“A little. And thirsty.”
“Fascinating.” I fix my glass that had been skewed from the sex. “The device seems to be diluting the heat’s effects in multiple ways. The pain, the lack of hunger and thirst, the delirium…”
She nods. “You’re a genius, Reece. This is going to change the world.”
“I don’t know about that…” But I smile. “There may be side effects we won’t be able to know about right away. Stockton’s resources will help—”
Her hand touches my arm. “I don’t know why you always do that.”
I glance at her. “Do what?”
“Put yourself down. Try to diminish all the amazing things you’ve down.”
Her words take me aback. “I…don’t know why.”
“You should be proud of yourself,” she says. “I am.”
I clear my throat and lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Then I don’t need anything else.”
God, I’ve missed this. Not the kissing or the sex. This.
The way we can talk to each other so freely, without fear of being judged or treated differently. The way she makes everything feel lighter.
I brush a strand of hair from her face. “Stay here. I’m going to find something for you to eat.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I don’t want food.”
“You just said you were a little hungry and thirsty.”
“I want you.”
Heat rushes into my face, but I stand and start to grab my clothes from the floor. “I’ll be quick. You stay here and rest some more.”
“Does Pen know I’m here?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “But she left before you arrived. Took a spontaneous trip to Emporia.”
“Oh…” Mari considers this for a moment, and I suspect she’s thinking the same thing I am with Pen’s motives. “Okay, it’s probably best if I stay hidden down here for now. Just don’t take too long. I already lost enough time with you. I don’t want to waste anymore.”
“I won’t.”
I pull on my servant uniform and try to smooth out my hair. As I head up the stairs, and something buzzes in my pocket. I pause.
The phone Heath gifted me. I fish it out and look at the screen. There are several missed text messages and calls. Dozens. All from the same unknown number.
My stomach drops.
I open the first.
Unknown
Reece, it’s Heath. Have you seen Mari?
The next.
Heath
She isn't answering her phone and I’m getting worried. She’s been gone for hours.
Then another.
Heath
Please tell me if you hear from her at all.
My pulse pounds faster. The messages get progressively less composed. Shit.
I quickly type back.
She’s here. At Pen’s estate. She’s safe.
The response comes almost instantly. So fast I wonder if he’s been staring at the screen waiting.
Heath
Thank God. Is she okay?
I run up the rest of the steps and close the cellar door behind me.
Yes.
I can’t tell him her heat’s started or that Pen’s gone. It’ll only make him worry more or start asking more prying questions. But as the typing bubble appears again, I wait for the incoming message, holding my breath.
Heath
Good. I’m sending a car. We’re having an emergency here. She needs to come home.
I stare at the screen. An emergency?
The fear I’d suppressed envelops me all at once. Reality has finally caught up with us, and in a very short amount of time, a car is going to arrive to take her away. Away from me.
I glare down at the phone, then back toward the cellar and the woman who loves me.
No matter how much I want Mari here with me, begging me to fuck her and talking about a future where I’m her mate, it isn’t possible. And it looks like reality is here to wake us up from the dream we’ve created.