Zane saw the confusion on Lexi’s face and decided to explain about Raven’s age. “Raven is a wood nymph, and they don’t grow old. She’ll always look this age. I’m not exactly sure how old she is, but she was alive for the original Moon virus outbreak.”
“So, she’s over a hundred?” Lexi’s eyes had widened, and Zane was annoyed that she was thinking about Raven’s age instead of him fucking her senseless, but he’d just have to get her mind back to that when they were alone. Something told him Layla was going to cock block him if he tried anything now.
“Yeah, wood nymphs, like many other creatures, have an extremely long lifespan,” Layla explained.
“What about shapeshifters?” Lexi asked, directing her question to Zane.
“We age extremely slowly, but unlike the wood nymphs and vampires, we do continue to age,” he replied. “I’m the youngest of my brothers at fifty, but my oldest brother, Jase, is close to two-hundred, and we look about the same age. My father is over five-hundred years old, but he looks like he’s in his thirties.”
“Wow, that is really hard to believe.” Lexi seemed to be trying hard to wrap her mind around everything.
“With your Fae genetics, you may age slower, too, if at all,” Zane added. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” she replied. “I’ll be twenty-two in June.”
“Then I guess it’s too early to tell how you’ll age,” Zane said. “How has your health been? Do you get human illnesses?”
Lexi shook her head “I’ve always baffled my doctors because of my health. I learned to smoke in the group home and didn’t quit until last year, but I’ve never had any side effects. I’ve never actually had a cold, which always seemed weird to me.”
“Sounds like your Fae genes are strong,” Zane remarked.
They’d finally reached the house, much to Zane’s relief. He might be worried about Lexi having had time to get out of the mood if he weren’t looking forward to seducing her so much.
“Would you like me to come in?” Layla asked with a sweet smile.
“That depends,” Zane drawled. “Were you asking to watch me seduce my mate, little kit? Did you want to learn some tricks to teach Simon?”
The gasp from Lexi probably meant he was in trouble, but he was used to that since he had a tendency to go too far with everyone most of the time.
“You might want to behave, or you won’t be very successful with that seduction,” Layla teased as she walked to the end of the covered parking area to stand guard.
Zane quickly unlocked the door and yanked Lexi inside before slamming the door shut.
“Zane, I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Lexi began to argue, but Zane cut her off with a kiss meant to leave her knees weak and her mind focused only on being with him.
Lexi moaned and gripped his biceps, stroking his tongue with her own, as he explored her sweet mouth.
She was so perfect and completely his. Now, he just had to work harder to make her believe that.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sparring with Zane had made Lexi’s adrenaline and hormones surge, and she wanted him. Even when the conversation had shifted to everyone’s ages and her general health, she hadn’t been able to get thoughts of sex with Zane out of her mind. Now, with one of his arms around her lower back, while he used his other hand to cup her breast, Lexi was burning up with lust. Everything felt right when Zane touched her.
“I love the fact that you don’t wear many clothes,” she told him as she pulled her mouth from his and leaned forward to lick his nipple.
Zane shuddered. “Why is that?” His voice sounded strained.
“It makes it much easier to get to your body,” she stated, fumbling with the fastenings on his pants.
“Maybe you should return the favor for me,” he suggested, reaching down to help her free him from his pants. She practically sighed with relief when his erection spilled out into her hands.
“You want me to stop wearing a shirt?” she asked.
“God, yes,” he breathed out, tearing open the front of her shirt, and growling when his eyes locked on her bra. “You have far too many clothes on. This thing is the most annoying of them all. Just when I think I’m about to get to your beautiful breasts, another obstacle presents itself.”
When she squeezed his cock, he groaned and his head dropped back.
“As much as I like the idea of you having access to my breasts, I don’t think I’d like sparring with them free. They might smack you in the face.” Lexi knew that was an exaggeration since they were only a C cup, but they were too big to comfortably exercise without a good bra on.
Zane gave her a wicked grin. “Now, that sounds like my kind of sparring.”
“Perv,” she said with a shake of her head. “I really should shower before we do this.”
“Shower?” Zane asked, sounding confused.
“Like I said before, we shouldn’t do this while I’m all sweaty from sparring with you.”
Zane chuckled and shook his head. “That’s why you were going to stop me?”
“Yeah. Why else would I stop you?” she asked.
“I thought you were going to tell me we should slow things down again,” he admitted.
“I think we both know you’ll just convince me we shouldn’t,” she told him before returning her full attention to stroking and squeezing Zane’s hard erection.
“Let me taste you,” he pleaded.
“Not this time,” she answered. “This time, I want to explore your body, and then I want to climb on top and ride you again.”
“Fuck,” Zane hissed. “We definitely need to spar every day—four or five times a day.”
“Enough talking.” She released his cock and gestured to the stairs. “Upstairs and on the bed.”
“Anything you say,” he said and kicked off his shoes and pants before tossing her over his shoulder and jogging up the stairs.
“Zane!” she squealed, because this wasn’t exactly how she’d planned to go upstairs.
“Need to get to bed in a hurry.” Once they were up the stairs, he set her on her feet in the bedroom. “Tell me where you want me.” There was no mistaking the excitement in his voice. She’d seen dominant Zane, and she loved the fact that he didn’t mind changing things up. Zane’s playful nature was unbelievably sexy to her.
“Lie on the bed,” she ordered, and he settled on the middle of the bed, clasping his hands behind his head.
Lexi licked her lips as her eyes fixed on his erection. “I still can’t get over how impressive that thing is,” she told him. “All I can think about is running my hands and tongue all over it.”
“Don’t ever fight those impulses, angel. My body is always available. It’s my job to give you what you need, especially when what you need is my body.”
Lexi laughed. Zane could be such a goof, and she really liked that about him. “You make me feel so many things, Zane.”
Stripping out of her remaining clothes, she climbed onto the bed and moved up his body, allowing her breasts to brush against his bare thighs. Based on Zane’s groan, she was sure he liked it, so she swayed back and forth, teasing her nipples with the hair on his legs. Every part of his body was toned and rippling with sleek muscles. He’d never be described as bulky, but he definitely had the lean muscular build of a swimmer.
Finally, she gave in to the temptation to let her tongue lightly caress him from base to tip, which made him lift his hips to get more contact with her mouth. Instead of giving it to him, she pulled away again and got up on her knees, freeing her hands to explore the sinewy muscles of his abdomen and chest. His nipples instantly hardened when her fingers caressed them.
As she explored his body, Zane watched her, his hot gaze fixed on her hands. When her hand started to move away from his nipple, he caught it and she met his gaze. “Harder,” he rasped out.
Leaning forward, she took one of his nipples between her teeth and bit down.
“Fuck, yes,” he
groaned. “Your teeth on me makes me so hot, I can barely stop myself from tossing you on your back and fucking you. Bite me, angel.”
“Where do you want me to bite you?” she asked, strangely aroused by the thought of her teeth on Zane’s skin.
“Anywhere. Everywhere.” His answer sounded like a plea, one she couldn’t say no to. Her tongue moved along his bicep until she found a spot that called to her, and she nipped him while she stroked his cock with one hand. Zane growled and lifted his hips off the bed.
Emboldened by Zane’s reaction, she continued to explore his body, biting down whenever she felt the mood strike her. The pumping of Zane’s hips became more desperate with each bite. When she reached his neck, she pulled his pulse into her mouth and sucked hard, feeling the strange urge to mark him, something she’d never experienced before.
Unable to resist him any longer, she released his neck and straddled his hips before sliding down his cock. Zane’s hands gripped her hips as he visibly struggled not to take control.
“Good boy,” she murmured, sliding up and down his cock.
Zane let out a strained chuckle. “See? I am trainable.”
“Yes, you are, and now, I’m going to give you your reward,” she assured him as her movements became more frenzied. She was already close to falling over the edge.
“Let me touch you,” he begged, and it wasn’t until that moment that she realized he was still allowing her to be completely in control.
“You can touch me now,” she told him, and he licked his fingers before reaching forward to stroke her clit in a circular motion that felt so good, she stopped moving for a moment and moaned.
“That’s it, Lexi,” he coaxed. “Come for me.”
Lexi started to move again, grinding against Zane in time with the movement of his fingers, until she came so hard, her toes curled and she screamed over and over again while Zane’s hips thrust against her body as he found his own release.
Collapsing on Zane’s chest with a sated smile, Lexi wasn’t sure she could move. “I really need a shower, but I’m not sure I can get up yet.”
“Would it help if I promise to fuck you in the shower?” Zane offered.
Lexi just laughed at his offer. “I’ve been in that shower, and I’m pretty sure it would be impossible to have sex in there.”
“Then, I guess I’ll just have to find other ways to make you scream in the shower,” Zane insisted. “I’m getting kind of addicted to that sound.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Since Ian’s sister wasn’t in any mood to talk to him at the moment, Dalton had insisted they all rest before discussing Aubrey’s situation any further. Claire was still skittish about sharing a bed with Cam, and it was even worse here because they had their own cottage.
Today, Cam didn’t look like he was in the mood to fool around. His expression was almost fierce, and there was a caged quality about him as he stalked into the room. From what Claire had heard, shifters often got that way when they were cooped up too long, but Claire suspected Cam felt caged by his own no sex until Claire asks for it rule.
“I’m going for a run,” he practically growled without looking at her.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Claire asked. “You don’t have any idea what kind of danger is out this way. Maybe there’s a safe place within the gates where you can run.”
Cam didn’t look at her as he replied. “I’ll be in lynx form, so I should be fine. I’m not sure what other shifters are out this way, but they won’t get too close to the vampire settlement. We avoided vampires until we ran into Layla that first time.”
“Let me go with you,” she offered with a hand on his arm.
The hiss Cam let out made it sound like he was in pain, and Claire immediately jerked back. “No,” he ground out.
“Don’t be a stubborn ass,” she huffed. “I get that you’re feeling cooped up and need some space, but let me go with you to make sure you’re safe.”
Without warning, Cam pushed her against the wall and leaned his body against hers. Claire sucked in a sharp breath when his erection pressed against her belly.
“I need to go for a run to get this under control,” he breathed out against the side of her neck. “If I don’t get some space, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my promise to behave with you.”
The sensation of Cam’s hot breath on her neck nearly had her whimpering with need, and there was no way Cam could miss how aroused she was.
“Fuck, Claire,” he groaned. “Why do you have to make this so hard for me?”
“I’m not trying to make this hard for you,” she insisted.
“I know you aren’t, but the end result seems to be the same.” Bending his knees slightly, he rubbed his cock against her, hitting just the right spot. One thing about Cam, he knew how to work her body in ways that nearly drove her insane with lust.
“Let me help you,” Claire offered. “Please, Cam, let me take care of you today.”
Cam pulled back, like she’d burned him, and moved across the room to put as much distance between them as he could. “I’m going to mark you the first time I sink my cock into your body. Even if you aren’t ready, I’m going to do it, and you’ll hate me for taking the choice away from you.”
“I didn’t mean like that,” Claire told him. “Let me taste you.”
Cam’s eyes widened, and his breathing became shallower. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do this because you think you have to.”
Claire laughed because she honestly couldn’t help it. “And you say you know me.”
The smile Cam gave her was adorable. “That was a stupid thing to say. Of course you aren’t going to offer unless you want to.”
“So, are you going to let me taste you?” She walked toward him, not bothering to try for a sexy saunter. That wasn’t her thing, and Cam seemed to like her just the way she was.
“I’m not stupid enough to turn down that offer,” Cam replied with a strained laugh.
Claire dropped to her knees in front of Cam and reached forward to undo his pants with hands that shook slightly from her own arousal. She’d never done this for any guy before. Then again, she’d never really cared about any of the guys she’d had sex with before, so things had been rushed, for the most part. Not with Cam. She felt so much more for Cam, and some of those things scared her.
Looking up, she met his eyes, and Cam reached down to stroke her cheek. “You’re so fucking perfect, Claire. I realize you doubt that sometimes, but you are beautiful and strong and everything I could ever want in a mate.”
“Every guy thinks the woman who’s about to suck his dick is beautiful,” she joked because his words made it all seem too overwhelming.
“I’m going to let you get away with joking about this for now because you’re uncomfortable with praise,” Cam began, gripping the hair at the back of her head so she couldn’t look down. “Every word I say is true, and you will learn to believe me.”
This time, Claire let out a genuine laugh. “Only you would try ordering me to accept your compliments.”
“Sorry.” He gave her a sheepish smile and released her hair. “I know you don’t like me telling you what to do, but I can’t seem to stop myself.”
Leaning forward, she ran her tongue from the base of his dick to the tip before speaking. “I don’t really mind you telling me what to do. I might if you tried making me do things you wanted me to, but you seem to enjoy having me stand up to you.”
“Always, sweetheart,” he assured her. “I love your strength, and I never want to break that. Now, put my cock in your mouth before I’m forced to start begging.”
Since that was something she didn’t want to see Cam do, Claire took him into her mouth, allowing her tongue to swirl around the soft flesh.
“Squeeze the base,” Cam told her in something that sounded like an order and a plea at the same time.
Her hand reached forward to grip the base, and she squeezed as she sucked. Cam’s sexy grow
l proved he was enjoying her efforts. With her free hand, she raked her nails across his inner thigh, and Cam’s hips bucked against her mouth.
“Fuck me, that’s incredible, Claire,” he praised in a strained voice. “I can’t wait to have you tear up my back when I fuck you the first time.”
Claire moaned around his erection because the image of Cam fucking her made her long to give in and beg him to do it now. She continued to suck on his cock while gripping the base, as her hand moved back to stroke his taut buttocks before digging her nails in as his hips moved more frantically against her mouth.
Cam’s cock began to swell as she tasted the first hint of his salty release. When Cam tried to pull away, she dug her nails into his ass, refusing to let him move back as he found his release, and she savored the moment of providing this for Cam.
When he was finally spent, Claire pulled back and smiled up at him, still on her knees. “Feeling better?”
“Much better,” he replied, cupping her cheek in one hand. “I love you so fucking much, Claire.”
And just like that, panic set in. Claire pulled away and got to her feet. “Don’t say that,” she told him without making eye-contact.
“Why not?” he demanded, sounding almost angry. “It’s the truth. I love you, Claire. I love everything about you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Grasping her hand, Cam placed it over his heart. “You own this.”
Claire shook her head. “I can’t deal with this, Cam.”
When she looked up, she saw Cam’s face shift from warm and loving to distant. “I need to get out of here,” he said before pulling up his pants and storming out of the room.
Claire heard the front door slam shut, and she was filled with an overwhelming sense of loss. What had she done? Why couldn’t she stop hurting Cam? In utter frustration, Claire did something she hadn’t done in a very long time; she burst into tears, allowing sobs to wrack her body until exhaustion finally claimed her. Then, she dreamt of Cam.
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