33. So Much Fucking More
THIRTY-THREE
SO MUCH FUCKING MORE
Seven
I sat on the porch, a pile of gutted, skinned, and dressed carcasses of my very successful hunting expedition piled neatly on the kitchen bench inside.
But I didn’t feel satisfied with my haul or my hard work. In fact, I felt … itchy. Like I needed to shift out of this human skin, try to outrun this sensation.
Except I’d had the same feeling in my tiger form. This tingle just under my skin. This pulling feeling low in my gut.
I peered out from under the porch roof, scanning the sky. The endless blue was rapidly turning gray, masses of … I wracked my brain, trying to recall the lessons we’d had so many years ago … clouds, I thought they’d been called. Billowing, ominous-looking clouds gathering in the direction that Jack had flown off in that morning.
I wondered what clouds like that meant. I couldn’t remember if we’d ever learned. But the sight of them only seemed to amplify my agitation.
I examined the sky again. Still no sign of an eagle descending towards the cabin.
How long had he been gone? I couldn’t tell how soon night would fall because the sun had been obliterated by the wall of clouds. And they were rolling closer. The wind picked up, whipping strands of my hair around my face.
The tug in my belly turned to churning. My chest squeezed uncomfortably. Flying in this weather couldn’t be good, could it?
My nostrils filled with a rich, earthy smell, and I jumped to my feet, heart hammering. Was it …?
The scent wasn’t quite the same, though, and across the clearing, a sheet of water appeared, approaching so fast I scrambled back towards the door.
Rain , I remembered. It’s called rain. It’s a normal, natural phenomenon.
Jack still wasn’t back. And the rain was soon so heavy that I could barely see more than a few feet past the edge of the porch. The forest beyond the clearing was completely obscured.
He is currently safe , the whisper assured me.
Oh, wonderful, that’s very reassuring , I replied sarcastically, stepping away from the wall, closer to the edge. The misting spray of droplets ricocheting off the porch dampened my ruined jumpsuit, cooling my heated skin … a little.
A loud, echoing screech ripped through the drumming on the rooftop, and I leaned out, squinting as rain splattered my face and dripped off my hair and nose and eyelashes.
My heart leaped when the shape of an eagle soared into view through the mist, diving towards the ground with ridiculous speed.
He was going to crash!
I threw myself from the porch, not even thinking twice as I sprinted to where I thought his plummeting fall would end. He wasn’t immortal yet … this could kill him!
But his body was changing … growing … shedding feathers.
What was he doing?
I skidded to a stop, heart in my throat, water dripping from every inch of me, as a very naked Jack landed in a perfect crouch a handful of yards from me. He straightened, and my eyes dropped from his dripping hair to his determined expression, to his tanned chest, water sluicing down the ridges of muscle … and lower.
He was very, very aroused.
I swallowed, my mouth flooding with saliva as he strode towards me, lustful intent in his eyes.
I should run.
I turned, slower than I should have, and took three staggering steps.
A strong arm wrapped around my waist and hauled me back against his rock-hard body.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, flailing in his grip. But he was so much bigger than me, and this time, he’d caught me off guard the same way I had him just that morning.
He strode with long, brisk steps, eating up the ground towards the cabin.
“We need to talk,” he grated. Something about that voice … low, gravelly, but not the voice of his monster, sent every nerve ending in my body to high alert.
Fight … or flight … or fuck …
He pushed into the cabin.
The hammering of the rain on the metal roof was almost deafening. But not enough to drown out every inhale he took … every racing thud of his heart.
Every anticipatory thump of mine.
He turned, spinning me in his arms and pressing me against the wall just inside the door. His eyes were still hazel.
This was all Jack, which should have frightened me. Jack was the only thing between me and the monster, who definitely wanted to do all sorts of things to me. Things that Jack’s hazel eyes seemed to be promising right now.
I should have been terrified, but all I felt was …
“I need …” Jack growled, his body pinning me to the wall, his words echoing my own thoughts. His length pulsing against my hip. An involuntary mewl erupted from me.
“Tell me right now, Blossom. If you don’t want this, you fucking punch me in the face. Knock me out, because if you don’t …” His eyes bored into mine. Searching.
My hips rolled, rocking against him, but I managed to stammer, “I-I don’t want to Join with you.”
The whisper snarled her frustration.
Jack’s nostrils flared. “I don’t want that either,” he rumbled, his jaw tight. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen. But I … need .”
Do it! the whisper demanded.
“I … I need, too,” I murmured, nails … claws digging into the solid flesh of his back.
That was all it took. With a growl, he reached between us. With one fluid movement, he unzipped my jumpsuit, tugging it unceremoniously from my body, leaving it in a puddle around my ankles.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he moaned, his mouth finding my ear, sucking the lobe between his lips. I shivered, liquid heat pooling between my legs. “You’re all long and lean. I could spend an entire day tasting every fucking inch of you, only to start again once night fell.”
I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say, how I could explain the hollow ache I felt whenever I so much as looked at him.
Like you need him to fill you up in every possible way , the whisper suggested.
“Yes,” I moaned as Jack’s mouth descended, his lips a brand on my throat, his tongue a lick of fire across my collarbone. “Just like that.”
I didn’t know if I was replying to the whisper or encouraging Jack. Maybe both. My nipples were two aching points. His big hands gripped my hips, holding me still; his thumbs traced burning arcs on my belly.
“No one will ever mark you like this again,” he snarled against my chest. I gasped at the sensation of his mouth, pressing featherlight kisses onto the blackened number 7 above my heart.
“Seven … Blossom,” he murmured against the puckered flesh. My skin erupted into goosebumps. I scraped my fingers up his back, tangling in that mess of damp blond hair.
Pressing his head lower. Towards my nipple.
I needed him to taste me there.
I just … needed.
“My greedy Blossom,” he remarked, his voice amused, his mouth curved in that wicked smile as he pulled my left nipple between his lips.
I gasped, my hips jerking. His hand slipped, his thumb finding the top of my slit.
“Fuck,” he cursed around my nipple, then sucked it in earnest, his tongue flicking, circling.
But it was that thumb. Oh … his thumb pressed lower, sliding between my lips. I groaned, trying to part my legs further to feel that pressure where I really wanted it. But my feet were held in place by the jumpsuit, stuck on my boots.
Jack released my swollen, aching nipple with a pop. “So fucking wet for me,” he mumbled, his finger finding the exact spot where I needed him to touch me. As if he knew …
But I didn’t want to think about how he knew to touch me there. I didn’t know anything about human mating rituals. And I definitely didn’t want to know how many of them he’d participated in before now.
All I knew was I wanted more.
“More,” I hissed.
He looked up at me, that wicked grin so wide it almost split his face in two. “Oh, I’ve got more, Blossom.”
He pressed the pad of his thumb against the aching bud, then circled it, a featherlight touch. A breath hissed from me.
“Fuck, need that swollen clit in my mouth,” he rumbled, his forehead dropping against my chest like he’d been defeated. His thumb worked me. Teased me. Making the ache so impossibly unbearable, I …
I needed more.
“More!” I demanded. “Now!”
With a snarl, he knelt, lifting my leg, tugging the jumpsuit off. He wrenched it over my boot with a sharp rip, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. His warm fingers slid up my calf, finding the back of my knee, then lifting it, pressing it upwards and outwards.
Spreading me wide.
“You smell fucking divine,” he murmured. His eyes met mine for a split second, and my lips parted on a gasp. His eyes had flickers of gold in them. His monster was close to the surface, but this was still Jack with me.
I wanted it to be Jack.
Nerve endings between my legs pulsed. He growled.
“No blood. And no fucking. But I’m going to feast on this pussy right now, Blossom.”
Nothing would have prepared me for his tongue, licking a long trail from my entrance right up to the swollen bud. Nothing could have prepared me for the animal groan that ripped out of me. Or the way he growled against my flesh, pressing my leg higher, opening me further for him.
My head fell back against the wall.
His tongue slid along my slick flesh, a low groan vibrating through me when he reached my entrance again, his tongue pressing into me. The one leg holding me up almost buckled under me at the sensation.
Jack’s golden-hazel eyes flashed up to meet mine, and with his mouth still firmly between my legs, his eyes crinkled with that wicked grin.
He slid his palms under both my thighs and hoisted me until my legs rested on his shoulders.
“Now I can eat properly,” he rumbled against my aching, swollen flesh, and I gasped when he angled my backside, tilting my hips towards him. My head fell back against the wall with a crack, but I didn’t care, and he didn’t notice.
He was too busy working me over with his magic tongue. Swirling, flicking, pressing it against parts of me that I’d never shown any real attention to before, but oh, they were parts that I should have been.
Or maybe they were parts that would only respond like this to him. To the warm, wet slide of his tongue.
My stomach dipped, shuddered. My breaths were harsh, panting gasps. His fingers kneaded my backside, just another point of sensation. Tension coiled tighter and tighter with every swipe of his tongue over me.
And then he pulled my swollen bud between his teeth.
I screamed, my hands clawing in his hair, holding him as he feasted. His teeth grazed me, his tongue flicked as he sucked harder.
And everything I’d thought I’d known about pleasure flew out the window. His growl vibrated against my entrance, and he feasted.
“Jack!” I screamed as the tension crested and pulsing, wet waves of perfection rippled through me. I quaked in his arms, my breath stolen by the intensity of my pleasure.
My body thrummed, and my hands clung to him, the only thing that was stopping me from floating away in utter bliss.
Fuck. Bite, the whisper insisted. My brain was too foggy to really understand.
And still, he lapped at me, my over-sensitized flesh quivering under the gentle ministrations of his tongue. But I had no energy to wriggle away.
“Such a perfect fucking pussy.” He finally broke away, murmuring against my thigh, pressing slippery kisses there. “You taste like … like I could get addicted to you.”
I looked down at him through slitted eyes. He met my gaze, his lips, his chin, glistening with my arousal. My core fluttered as he licked his lips, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Are you too tender for another round?” he rumbled. “Because I need more of that. So much fucking more.”
I managed a breathy giggle. “You could do whatever you wanted to me right now—I’m too floppy to fight you off.”
Jack’s eyes darkened, and with a squeak, I was maneuvered off his shoulders and into his arms. He strode for the mattress, putting me down gently and stepping away. My eyes fell from his face, down his sculpted body, to the enormous hardness of him, bobbing against his stomach.
My mouth watered.
Taste him again , the whisper demanded.
“I would never take you if you couldn’t stop me,” he snarled. “Fuck, Seven, I …” He scrubbed a hand over his stubbly jaw, his eyes stark, not leaving my face. “You did want what we just did, didn’t you?”
And so much more , the whisper purred.
“Yes,” I managed, although there were so many other words that clamored to be let out. Words like ‘fuck’ and ‘bite’ and ‘drink’ and ‘Join’. I bit my lip to keep them inside.
Stupidity. That’s what those words led to.
My eyes fell to his cock again.
You can’t leave him like that! The whisper was horrified.
Jack let out a long, gusting sigh. “Thank fuck … I was so … all day there was this … feeling, but we—the monster and I—ignored it. Until it was time to return, and it just surged back. And by the time we got back here, the need was so bad that I …”
He turned, heading for a chair and collapsing into it, rubbing at his forehead. He was still ragingly hard, and I caught myself licking my lips as I propped myself up on my elbow to watch him.
“I was … Jesus, Seven, by the time I saw you waiting for me outside, I was fucking crazed for you.” He glanced down at his groin and laughed. “Clearly I still am. I didn’t even consider that you might not feel—”
“Stop,” I said firmly, sitting up and tugging off my boots, slipping my jumpsuit off entirely so that I was as naked as he was. I got to my feet and padded over to him, kneeling and resting my palms on his knees.
The way he looked at me was anguished and confused … and hungry. I let my palms slide up his thighs. He sucked in a breath, and his cock jerked. I bit back a mewl of pleasure.
“I wanted it. You asked me to stop you—violently—if I didn’t want it.” My hands crept closer to where I really wanted to touch. Goosebumps erupted on his skin.
“Do you have a broken nose right now, Jack?” I asked, tearing my gaze from his erection and cocking an eyebrow at him. He swallowed heavily, his throat bobbing.
Bite him there.
No biting , I told the whisper firmly.
“No,” he replied, the word a harsh exhale.
“So, it would be safe to assume that I was a willing participant, yes?”
His nod was a rough jerk of his head. I chewed on my lip, my gaze falling to his cock once more. It pulsed, and I dug my claws into the muscled flesh of his thighs.
“Christ, Blossom, when you look at me like that, I …”
“You need,” I finished for him, my voice throaty. “Do I need to ask you to punch me if you don’t want this?” I asked, letting my thumbs inch towards his length.
“Fucking hell. No, you don’t need to ask. But if you don’t touch me, like, yesterday, I might have to fucking beg.”
Everything below my navel pulsed at those words. But my need was just as great as his, and I’d drawn this out long enough.
I leaned closer, pressing my lips to the very tip of him. Already there was moisture there, salty and earthy, and everything about him that was …
Mine .
And I wanted what was Mine.
I wrapped my lips around him, savoring the feel of him in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the tip of him, marveling at the way he groaned, the way he pulsed in my mouth.
“More … oh fucking God please, more!” Jack pleaded, his hand stroking the top of my head. Like he wanted to push me down the way I’d pushed him to my breast.
I opened wider, taking more of him into my mouth. The strangled groan that rattled through him told me this was exactly what he wanted.
“If you knew how badly I wanna hold you still and fuck that hot little mouth of yours right now, Blossom … I think you’d run screaming,” he panted.
But his words had the opposite effect on me. The thought of him, thrusting into my mouth …
I moaned around him, sucking harder … deeper.
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, his thumb caressing my cheek, his hips rocking. The tip of him hit the back of my throat. My mouth flooded with saliva, but I didn’t want to stop. Wanted him deeper. Wanted more of him losing control, the way he’d just made me lose control. Wanted this power.
I’d never had power when it came to sex. Never had pleasure. At Taiga, these things had been completely, emotionlessly stripped from me from the very first time, like it was never something I was entitled to.
But with him …
His thighs fell wider, and I changed my angle, taking more of him, opening my throat around him. A strangled groan tore out of him, but all I could think about was the way he was swelling in my mouth, the way my saliva coated him, and how he was losing control. How I had the ability to make that happen to him.
And how badly I wanted to see him completely lose it.
I moaned around his length, my fingers coming up to scratch over his stomach muscles.
“You want to taste me, Blossom?” he hissed, his muscles contracting under my palms. “I’m so fucking close, that perfect mouth of yours … fuck, I can’t …”
I grazed my teeth along the length of him, and with a roar, he came, hips bucking and stomach spasming as he emptied himself down my throat. I drank him down greedily, savoring the musk and salt of him. Every swallow had my own desire ramping up again until I was aching and hot between my legs once more.
Once he’d spilled everything he had into me, he fell back against the chair, spent in the same way I had been after he’d finished with me. But I didn’t want to let him go. I wanted to keep licking and kissing and sucking until he was hard and needing again.
Is this what it’s supposed to be like? I asked the whisper. Constantly … needing more?
If you Join with him, it will settle, the whisper told me. In about a decade … maybe two …
I released his cock with a pop, my eyes darting up to his face. He gazed down at me with sleepy reverence. One hand came up, stroking a tangle of hair from my face, his finger tracing the curve of my cheekbone, my jaw, before finding my bottom lip.
“That was …” he murmured, stroking that finger across the dimple just above my top lip. “You’re ready for more, aren’t you, Blossom?” He leaned forward, tilting my chin until he was staring deep into my eyes. “I can smell how turned on you are.”
My cheeks heated, but I couldn’t deny the pulse in my core. His nostrils flared, and he cleared his throat.
“I think a nice, warm bath sounds fucking amazing right now, don’t you?” he asked.
I nodded mutely.
He watched me, that glint of something wicked in his eyes. “Together, I mean. A bath together.”
I nodded again, unable to form words. I let him draw me to my feet. Within moments, he had warm water spilling into the huge tub on the other side of the cabin.
And we thought that tub was for torture , the whisper chortled. When really, it’s to share with a strapping Shifter who wants to give us multiple orgasms.
What if we never Join? I asked the whisper suddenly, trying not to look at the strapping Shifter, who was still half-hard and watching me hungrily. What then?
The whisper was silent for a long moment. Long enough for the bath to fill and for Jack to climb in, resting his back against one end of the tub and gesturing with a tilt of his head for me to join him.
Join him.
Shit.
If we don’t Join, then we will continue to feel like we need more with him … forever, the whisper informed me.
How can we make it stop? I asked, feeling on edge in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with my need to have him touch me again.
We cannot. Now that we have found him, our entire being craves the connection of Joining. We can’t run from it. No distance will make it go away.
We can’t Join , I wailed inside my head, even as I stepped one foot into the bathtub, biting back a moan of pleasure at the warmth of the water.
The rain tapped on the roof, the muted gray of the sky filtering a soft, cool light across Jack’s wet torso. His eyes, flecked with gold but still mostly hazel, gazed up at me with an expression that stuttered my heart.
We can’t Join … yet, I conceded, lowering myself into the water and settling my back against his broad chest.
My whisper purred as his arms encircled me.