Chapter 11 #2
He’s a virgin. Not only that, but my sweet mate has never even had anyone go down on him before.
I didn’t expect him to last long, and when he grips my hair, hips shaking as he goes off in my mouth, I don’t blame him for not realizing that a female appreciates a little advance notice to decide whether she wants to spit or swallow.
This is my mate. Of course, given the chance, I would’ve chosen to take his seed anyway he wanted to give it to me. Only… when Ash finishes in my mouth, nothing happens except for his gentle grunts of release and how his fingers get tangled in my hair before he carefully withdraws them.
He does the same with his cock at the same time. There’s no doubt in my mind that he finished, but…
“Huh.”
The lust-filled daze in his eyes fades quickly. “Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?”
“Just peachy,” I promise. “It’s that… sorry, but I’m used to something coming out when a male makes that noise.”
There’s that blush again. “Oh. Um. I thought you understood. As long as I’m like this, I can’t… you know.”
Wait a second—
“Are you telling me you can orgasm, but you can’t actually come?”
He shakes his head. “No. I don’t have any of those bodily functions while I’m—”
“Dead?”
Ash gestures at his cock. “Does this look dead to you?”
Not even a little, baby.
Now, I know for sure that he already got off once.
But that’s something I’m even more familiar with.
Shifter males are very unique. Not only do they have amazing stamina once they’ve had some practice, they also tend to recover very quickly.
Plus, in most cases, they are multiorgasmic, just like us females.
And look at that. He got off once. I haven’t had any climaxes of my own, but looking at the beauty…
I’m ready. Even better, I don’t have to worry about accidentally losing control and attempting to bond my mate to me without letting him know about the teensy-tiny fact that he is my mate.
I could demand that he finish inside of me, even take a nibble out of him, and nothing will happen because a bond can only be finalized when there’s blood and seed during a mating.
Hey. That shifters for you.
I smile wickedly up at Ash. “You still up for me to show you how to bounce?”
In answer, Ash pauses just long enough to tuck himself back into his jeans before bending suddenly and hooking his hands beneath my thighs. With one smooth motion, he lifts me right off the floor.
I yelp automatically before wrapping my legs around his waist.
Okay.
Maybe sweet librarian boys are dangerous.
Because Ash carries me effortlessly around the counter and through the darkened shop while my pulse pounds hard enough to shake my ribs.
For one dizzy second, I think he’s going to figure out how to fuck me through our clothes right there among the antique shelves—and I’ll have to remind him that Moonburrow definitely does not need that kind of public show from the junk shop raccoon—but instead he keeps walking toward the stairs.
Toward upstairs.
Toward my bed.
Oh.
Oh, I’m in trouble.
As we reach the landing, I let out a laugh. Ash immediately looks at me, startled enough that his pale hair slips across his forehead.
I point.
Gus is curled into a tiny gray-and-pink ball outside the closed spare room door, fast asleep while “guarding” Ash’s body.
Ash winces. “I forgot you sent him up here.”
“It’s okay.” I grin. “Let’s just open the door for him. When he wakes up, he can go guard your body properly. He can sleep in there.”
That familiar puppy-dog expression immediately sneaks back onto Ash’s face.
“And what about me?” he asks softly. “Where will I be sleeping?”
Oh my god.
He’s adorable.
I hook one finger into a lock of his fading white-blond hair and tug gently.
“You’re so cute, Ash.”
“Me?” He looks genuinely confused. “What did I do?”
Leaning down, I steal a quick kiss from him while digging the heels of my boots playfully into his tight ass.
“You assuming I’m going to let you get any sleep tonight at all.” Another kiss. “That’s what’s cute.”
“Roxy—”
“Uh-uh.” I point toward the spare room door. “Get that door. Then get this door.”
Ash laughs softly under his breath.
“Whatever you say.”
No male can tame Roxy Kane—but I’m sure as hell gonna have fun training mine.
Ash moves away from our door long enough to crack open the spare room door for Gus before he purposely strides for the bed we’ve been sharing.
The bed we’re going to mate for the first time in…
Though it seems like he doesn’t want to let me go, once he reaches the bed, he tilts me back so that I’m lying on top of it.
The mate bond hums low and hot beneath my skin while he joins me, curled up at my side.
He reaches for me carefully, like he still can’t quite believe he’s allowed to touch me.
“You’re so Alpha damn beautiful,” he whispers.
He thinks I’m beautiful. Well, fuck me. Here’s hoping he thinks the same thing once I start stripping for him.
Sitting up, I shuck my shirt. The bra comes next. He watches with a hungry expression as I take off my jeans, shimming out of them, then my panties.
Once I’m naked, I lie down again, but not before I grab the front of his sweater and give him a good enough yank to have his suddenly solid weight crushing me into the bed.
Our mouths find each other right as I reach inside of his still-unzipped pants and find his cock.
It’s still hard, plus warmer than it was thanks to my kiss.
When I shift my hips so that I can prod the entrance to my pussy, it’s almost like I can forget for a moment that my mate is unconscious in the other room and I’m about to fuck his soul.
Hey. Everything that is Ashton Morgan belongs to me, and I prove that by feeding the first inch of his dick inside of me. A slap to his jean-covered ass has him shooting forward, bottoming out inside of me.
“Roxy,” he groans. “I… I had no idea it could feel like this.”
I arch up, taking him deeper, moving him closer so I can nip his bottom lip. “Just wait until you get the chance to do this when you’re back in your body.”
He gasps. Either it’s from what I said of the feeling of having a pussy wrapped around his dick for the first time, I don’t know… and then he says, “You’re going to let me do this again?”
“Oh, baby… trying to see if you can get away from Roxy Kane.”
He shifts his weight, and if I close my eyes, I swear he’s real. He’s here.
He’s mine.
“What if I don’t want to?” he whispers.
“Then you’re one fucking lucky bastard, baby, because I have no intention of letting you go.”
He goes still, as though he doesn’t believe me… as though he doesn’t know how to react.
Yeah. I need him to move.
“Touch me,” I command.
Ash swallows hard before obeying instantly.
Good.
The experienced d part of me takes over after that. I guide him slowly, kissing him when he gets nervous, teasing him when he gets too shy, rewarding every little sound he makes until he stops overthinking and starts wanting.
And once Ash starts wanting?
Oh, he wants completely.
His restraint shatters into genuine need as bouncing turns into fucking real quick.
He groans as he strokes in and out of me, following my rhythm. “This… this might be the best damn night of my life.”
Me? I’m so pleased to hear that, I don’t even make a crack about this being his afterlife.
And after that?
There’s no more talking for either of us.