“Yes, ma’am.”
Her lips eased over the head of his cock and Corbin nearly shot off the infirmary bed. He’d never last with her there, looking up at him, such a sultry expression upon her face, her naked form there, taunting him. She took the top of his cock deeper into her mouth and he tipped his head back, the muscles in his neck straining. As her hand wrapped round his shaft, massaging it, Corbin stifled a groan of delight. He lifted his arms above his head, knowing if he dared to touch her, he’d yank her off his cock and the pleasure would end. She had the ability to reduce him to this. The ability to make him nearly come at a moment’s notice.
Mae did a long lick of his cock, her hair falling down and onto his thighs. Corbin lifted his hands, knowing touching her would be bad, but he couldn’t stop himself. He took hold of the sides of her head, his fingers laced in her hair. Guiding her mouth over him, Corbin’s jaw dropped as she took him deep into her mouth, his cock touching the back of her throat. He jerked on the bed, thrusting upwards into her mouth, his body on autopilot. He pushed her head down more onto him and Mae moaned. His cock was soaked from her hot, wet mouth.
She raked her teeth over him and he lost it then, his ball sac drawing up, prepping for the explosion he knew was about to come. Corbin tried to lift her off his cock, but she locked gazes with him, remaining in place as his hot seed burst free from him, filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed and the sight of her drinking him down flipped his alpha switch. His lion wanted out, wanted to roar with victory. Corbin struggled to keep the beast locked down, his cock twitching, his body spurting every last drop of his semen into her.
Mae popped her mouth off his prick and licked her lips, the sight driving him mad with need for her. He should have been sated. Hell, he’d just had his cock sucked dry but he wanted more. He wanted her.
Corbin met her gaze, his body still jerking from pleasure. “Love, come here.”
She obeyed, slinking up his body, nipping at his torso as she did. She was a little minx and he fucking loved it. She went for his lips and he ravished her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ears as he did. When the kiss finally broke, he grinned and wrapped his arms around her.
“Nearly made you shout my name,” she said, with a sly smile. One that promised more pleasure. “Didn’t I?”
She’d done far more than that. She’d almost made him shift in the middle of getting head. That wouldn’t have gone over well. “You nearly did, love.”
He reached down and took hold of his shaft, guiding it to her as she lowered herself onto him. He tensed, wanting to last for her. He was a skilled lover yet with her he could barely control himself.
Her pussy encased him fully and she gasped, her eyes widening. “Corbin.”
He cupped her breasts, knowing it was painful for her. He didn’t move. Not until he knew she was ready for him, her channel easing somewhat around him. She ground herself on him as he pumped up and into her, holding her tits as he did. The sight of her above him took him to the edge straight away. He teetered on the brink, thrusting, her body holding tight to him.
Mae stared down at him, her eyelids heavy and her lips full and wet. She bit her lower lip, increasing her pace on him as she began to hum. The second she did, Corbin threw his hands out to the side, scared to hold on to her breasts as he fought to keep from shifting forms. He knew without looking that fur coated his arms. And he felt it inching over his chest as well.
Mae kept going. The more she hummed, the more Corbin spiraled down the road to no control. He pumped up harder and harder, causing the entire bed to shake. The bed struck the wall over and over. He didn’t stop and Mae didn’t move off him. She kept going, kept humming, kept riding him. With a roar he flipped her, using all of himself to keep from cutting her with his clawed hands. Now above her, he took the lead, slamming himself into her welcoming body.
She clung to him as he went at her hard. She continued to hum though it was broken somewhat, mixed in with grunts of passion. They locked gazes and she began to sing. He didn’t know the song. He couldn’t even make out the words as his head spun with the raw need to possess the woman beneath him. He felt her pussy tightening on his cock and he knew she was coming. He pounded hard, the bed moving more before giving way under him. It crashed to the floor but he didn’t dare stop.
“Corbin! Yes! Corbin!” she cried out. Mae wrapped her legs around him and tugged, drawing him down more on her, his face buried in the crook of her neck as she kept singing to him as he fucked her. The urge to sink his teeth into her won out and he was powerless to stop it. He bit the very spot where he’d claimed her, pumping until his balls drew up tight and then he held firm in her, jetting seed into her.
The door to the room slammed open and he turned, still buried in his mate, sweat dripping from all the parts of him that weren’t yet shifted. He knew what he must look like to his two teammates who rushed in. Corbin had done the unthinkable. He’d taken his mate in a partially shifted form. The most blatant sign of no control there was. Shame filled him, but he couldn’t pull out of her. He didn’t want to be away from her.
Mae clung to him and giggled, staring up at him. “I think we gave them quite a show.”
Growling, he grabbed for the sheet and yanked it up his side, making sure his woman was covered. His shifted hand tore the material and he exhaled slowly, his body tense.
“Captain?” asked Malik, his voice soft—his eyebrows looking drawn on, rather poorly. “I think maybe you should go.”
Mae gasped and then surprised Corbin by moving slightly under him and peeking out over his shoulder at Malik and Striker. “You two go away.”
“Miss,” said Malik softly, his hands out. “He’s not himself. We should take him.”
“Och, he’s actin’ like a ruttin’ fool and we need to drag his arse away from you before he harms you, lass,” said Striker, dumbing it down for all involved.
Mae snorted and rotated her hips under Corbin, making his cock harden in her once more. “Mmm, I think he’s acting just right. Go away.”
“Mae, yer nae sayin’ yer fine with this? The bloody fool is partially shifted.”
She narrowed her gaze on him. “Dougal, I will not say it again. Out.”
With a huff, Striker nodded and pulled Malik out of the room with him. Corbin couldn’t help but laugh at Mae scolding Striker and it working.
He glanced at his arms and the fur there, his laughter died instantly. “Mae, they’re right.”
“Shh. I sang and it caused this. I couldn’t help singing any more than you could help this.” She touched his face tenderly. “You aren’t hurting me and you’re only shifted a little.”
She wasn’t scared of him?
“Kiss me and then get back to what you were doing before Evil Eyebrows and his side kick interrupted.”
Corbin paused. “About Malik’s eyebrows…”
Mae laughed. “Ask Striker. Now, where were we?”
Chapter Nineteen
Mae tried and failed to hide her laughter as the men on Corbin’s team presented him with the Asshole of the Week award. They handed over the sculpture she’d done of him, along with a plaque with his name engraved on it. Malik got a matching one and a framed photo of himself with no eyebrows. Thankfully, they’d grown back, but he’d not stopped giving Striker and Boomer the stink eye over the ordeal.
Corbin glanced at the statue and then at her, lifting a brow in question. She shrugged and he came closer, placing it on a table near her and then bending, lifting her and sitting—setting her on his lap. There were plenty of chairs in the conference room but he didn’t seem to care.
She leaned against her husband’s chest and inhaled, savoring his scent. She closed her eyes, thankful he was fully healed. It had been nearly a week since he’d freed her at great cost to himself. A week since he’d claimed her and changed her world forever.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too
,” she returned, not bothering to lower her voice. She’d learned the men in the room could hear just about anything.
Duke had his wife, Mercy, close to him. He leaned and kissed her neck. Boomer was standing near the right side of the room, holding his wife’s hand, gazing at her lovingly. James’s wife was sitting next to him, working on her laptop—that she was rarely without—as he bent and kissed her shoulder. Laney turned and tongued him to the point Mae blushed. Just like that, Laney returned to whatever it was she was working on.
Mae suspected it had something to do with Brad, Alice and Ezra. When Laney had learned the details of Mae’s friends and possible family, the girl had made it her mission to dig for more information.
Deep down, Mae knew Alice was still alive. She was sure of it. And she was sure Brad was too. It was just a matter of finding them. Ezra was the one she wasn’t so sure about. None of the men had outright said it, but she suspected they feared he was dead.
Striker clapped, drawing everyone’s attention. “If you all could stop yer make-out sessions, I say it’s time to break out the drinks. Here is to our two-way tie for Asshole of the Week. Tut and Captain, yer tough acts to follow.”
“Would that I could fire him,” said Corbin, making the others snicker.
“I think he’s adorable,” interjected Mae.
Striker beamed. “Aye, yer mate thinks I’m adorable.”
Corbin groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
Mercy cleared her throat, looking hard at James. “Tell them.”
Mae glanced around, wondering what other news they had to share. When James met her gaze, she gulped. He stood and smiled. “It would seem congratulations are in order.”
“James?” asked Corbin.
James winked at him. “Green needed me to run another test on Mae.”
Corbin nodded. “Yes. The two of you were trying to work out why her singing doesn’t seem to influence mated males.”
“Right,” said James, appearing uneasy. “We haven’t nailed anything firm down there, but we did find out something else.”
Mae wasn’t sure she wanted to hear. She’d already learned she was a mix of a great number of supernaturals and that her birth mother had died as a result of a testing ring the men called Project Asia. She squeezed her husband’s hand, thinking back to the day before when he’d confessed to saving her mother only to be called away on a mission long ago before returning to find she’d died. He still blamed himself, though she couldn’t figure out why. She kissed his cheek.
He wrapped his arms around her firmly and held her against him. He looked to James. “Well, what else? What did the tests show?”
Striker tipped his head. “Anything reveal how she burned a man?”
James cleared his throat. “We believe the Fae in her did that, but no, that isn’t what I wanted to tell you.”
Laney snorted as she typed. “He always buries the lead.”
James huffed. “Green and I were running those extra tests and Mercy suggested I do one more. I did and she was right to push for it. Mae is pregnant.”
Mae’s eyes widened. She tried to stand but Corbin held her to him. “Shut up!”
Mercy beamed and touched her low stomach. “This is good news, right? We can be pregnancy buddies.”
Mae twisted, looking at Corbin, unsure what his reaction would be. His smile was so wide she thought his face might break. He grabbed her, his lips capturing hers, his tongue darting into her mouth. He kissed her to the point her body heated and it wasn’t until she remembered that they had an audience that she stopped him from going further.
“This is wonderful news,” he said, his gaze never leaving Mae. His expression fell. “When my mother finds out, she’s going to insist on flying over here to be closer to us and the baby.”
James cringed. “About that…”
“Corbin Amias Herman Jones.”
Mae recognized the woman’s voice at once and stood just as Corbin’s mother entered the conference room. She shook her finger at Corbin. “Of course I’d want to be closer to you both. Your father is handling our luggage. James found us a wonderful home to rent for the next few months.”
Mae tried to hide her laughter at Corbin’s obvious discomfort. He stood, giving James a hard look before he went to his mother and embraced her. She patted his back. “Darling, it’s good to see you, but I want to see my daughter-in-law. Move.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Striker leaned, watching Corbin’s mother walk. He whistled low. “Mmm.”
Corbin growled.
The men all laughed.
THE END
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