He could see her pink nipples through the lace, and Searc thought he might actually lose it and come again in his jeans. Fuck. She was killing him. He didn’t need DNA results to tell him she was a temptress. He had the proof before him.
Searc took hold of the top of her pants and tugged. They had an elastic band, and he eased them down her. His gaze snapped to the slight swell of her abdomen and pride welled in him, though he wasn’t sure why. As he drew her pants down her more, he stopped focusing on her stomach and started looking at the blue lace panties she wore. They barely covered her sex.
Searc hissed as his cock dug at the zipper of his jeans. He stepped back from her and stood, undoing his pants fully and shucking them off. He kicked them aside and then took hold of his cock, stroking it as he stared down at Jessie there, spread out on the bed, her upper chest rosy and her lips looking thoroughly kissed.
“Yer so unbelievably fucking sexy,” he said, continuing to stroke the length of his manhood. “Lass, I willnae be able to be as gentle as I should with you on our first time joining.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze snapping to his dick. Her eyes widened. “Oh my. It’s huge!”
He grinned. “I know.”
She bit her lower lip, and he moved up and over her quickly, his mouth finding hers. He kissed her in a way that said everything he was about to do to her body. He plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth, his hand finding her breast. He cupped it, squeezing it as he ate at her mouth.
She whimpered, her hand flying up and over his. “Ouch.”
He stilled. He’d barely applied any pressure when holding her breast. Would she break easily if he dared to go onward? He drew back, his intention to halt what was happening between them.
Jessie’s hands were suddenly on his cock, wrapping around his shaft, stroking him, making his already weak resolve shatter. She stared up at him with wide brown eyes. “It’s so smooth.”
He found he couldn’t pull away from her touch. He’d waited too long for it. For her. There was no stopping him now.
Searc bent with great care, unhooking the front of Jessie’s bra, wanting to rip it from her, but worried he’d harm her more. His fingers shook as he pushed the cups of the bra aside, revealing her bare breasts to him. Unable to resist, he dipped his head, his lips connecting with her pert nipple. He took great care as he eased his mouth over her tender flesh. Sucking gently, he smiled against her skin as she moaned, her body writhing beneath him. He let his hand trail down the length of her, but in the process, she lost contact with his dick. It was for the best. He’d come again if she continued to touch him. He wanted to make her come first. Make her body reach its peak by his hand before he sank into her silken depths.
A long, slow hiss came from her as he eased his fingers into the top of her panties, sliding them over her mound. The slightest patch of curls was there, making Searc smile against her nipple again. He could already smell her arousal, and he knew without a doubt she’d taste divine. Already her scent filled his head, nearly making him lose control and spill his seed on her thigh.
He eased his hand into her panties more and found her warm, wet slit. He parted it and rubbed her swollen bud, bringing tiny gasps of pleasure from her in the process. He released her nipple from his mouth and stared down at his woman as he found her heated core. He slipped a finger in and was met with incredible tightness. He’d never fit in her.
Not unless he prepared her more.
Maybe not even then.
She was that tight.
Slinking down the length of her, Searc kept his gaze on her face, watching as she stared down at him. She was breathtakingly beautiful, spread out there for him like an offering.
One he planned to take fully.
He took hold of her panties and slid them over her thighs and down her legs. He eased them off her and brought them up, keeping them near him on the bed. With expert hands, he spread her legs and then her slit, staring down at her pink pussy. Need slammed through him, and he nearly roared, feeling far more like a shifter than a vampire, his desires that raw and feral.
With a growl, Searc dipped his head, his tongue darting out and over her opening. She tasted even better than he’d imagined. A sweeter nectar he’d never had. He would never tire of her taste, her smell—of her.
He thrust his tongue into her tight pussy, and her legs clamped on the sides of his head. Chuckling into her cunt, he slid his arms under her thighs and took hold of her legs, effectively locking her in place. She squirmed as he returned to easing his tongue in and out of her. The faster he did, the more Jessie tried to get away from him, her breathing growing hard and rapid.
“Searc!” she cried out as cream flooded his tongue.
He swallowed it down, wanting more. Wanting everything she had to offer. The sound of her blood rushing through her veins struck him hard, making him hold tighter to her legs. He was so close to the perfect spot to bite her on her upper inner thigh and drink from her. But he couldn’t.
Her hands found the top of his head, and she surprised him by pressing down on his head, wanting more. Smiling, he gave in and gave her exactly what she was silently asking for. He did let go of one of her legs in order to add his hand to the mix. He licked her clit and inserted a finger into her tight channel, making her moan loudly.
When he added a second finger, Jessie gasped and sat up slightly on the bed, shaking her head but thrusting her hips up at him all the same. He increased his actions, and she cried out, going limp on the bed, the walls of her pussy constricting around his fingers.
Searc moved up and over her, parting her legs more and then taking hold of his cock. He lined up with her entrance and locked gazes with her. “Lass?”
She stared up at him, looking so thoroughly loved that his heart ached. She was his woman, and he was about to make it official. He knew there would be no going back from what he was about to do. No stopping himself. If he entered her, he’d claim her.
End of story.
No take backs.
He trembled as the tip of his dick slipped into Jessie. He held himself up, his body straining with the urge to ram into her. “Lass, if I go onward, I’ll take you as my own. I’ll claim you as my wife. Stop me now if yer nae ready for that commitment. If yer nae ready for me.”
Jessie caressed his cheek, tilting her head ever so slightly, the smallest of smiles touching her lips. “I feel like I’ve waited all my life for this—for you. I’m ready, Searc.”
He plunged into her depths, her pussy so tight he nearly burst then and there. Jessie cried out in his arms, her fingers finding his back and raking down it. He knew he was bleeding, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the fact he was in her, and she wanted him to claim her.
To mark her forever as his.
He eased in and out of her, using all his supernatural strength to keep from slamming into her. He wouldn’t risk harming her, no matter how hard and aggressive he wanted their joining to be. Much to his surprise, his demon was in agreement. It wanted her safe too.
The more he worked himself in and out of her, the more sweat-slicked his skin became. He growled again, the feel of her driving him over the edge. She found release once more, her body tightening around his shaft, making him grit his teeth to keep from jetting seed in her then and there.
He wanted the pleasure to last longer.
His vampire had other plans and began to make itself known to him. His gums burned as his fangs threatened to distend. Awareness prickled over his skin and he knew he was close to finding release and losing control of his demon side—something he’d have to do at least to a small degree in order to claim her properly.
Jessie pulled at his face, and he dipped his head, his lips finding hers. He still took his time, kissing her tenderly, every ounce of him wanting to drive in hard and deep. He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t hurt her.
Jessie squirmed under him, breaking their kiss slightly. “More.”
He smiled ag
ainst her lips, giving her what she asked for. Pumping the full length of himself into her body, Searc settled there, balls deep, knowing he’d found heaven.
He wanted to bite her and claim her for always. He resisted. It was hard. He eased out of her partway and kissed her quickly. “Are you sore?”
“Mmmhmm, but it feels good,” she whispered, bucking her hips up, taking his cock in her deeper. “Really good.”
He kissed the tip of her nose, loving the intimacy he felt with her.
Jessie wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him before thrusting upward. He was rooted deep within her once more, his cock ready to burst, his fangs ready to lower.
“Lass, no.” He held firm, pulling on all his willpower.
“Feels so good,” she whispered, her scent driving him over the edge.
He found himself kissing a trail down to her neck as he began to move with need in and out of her velvet goodness. Never had he known such pleasure. Such bliss.
The smallest of moans came from her right before she spoke. “Mine.”
His fangs burst free from his gums at the sound of her being the first to lay verbal claim to him. There was no holding back his demon.
“Mine!” he roared before sinking his teeth into her tender flesh.
For a second, he feared the sun had not only come up but had managed to do so in the center of the hotel room.
White light burst free from Jessie and wind whipped around them, lifting items in the room, swirling them around. Her blood coated his tongue, and he felt as if someone was there weaving threads between their hearts, forever binding his to hers.
He eased his mouth off her neck. Pinpricks of crimson were there, and he licked them, healing them over instantly. Searc continued to pump in and out of her, the wind and white light surrounding them as he did. Her pussy held his cock tight, grasping at it each time he drew back. Her energy pushed through him, making additional pleasure wash over him. If he dared to move at all, he’d come.
Jessie’s legs clamped around his waist, holding his hips locked there as it felt like more threads were forming between them. He felt something else too, additional magik coming from Jessie that felt similar, yet removed from her.
He couldn’t explain it and was too focused on holding back his orgasm to dwell on it all. They locked gazes and Searc thought he could see into her soul. In that moment, he knew without a doubt that she’d been created for him.
Made to help him keep away the darkness.
Made to be his light.
The room lit up more as Jessie’s pussy fluttered around his cock. He knew she was coming once more and it spurred him onward. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Searc let go, his body like a piston firing into her warmth. His balls drew up a second before he exploded deep within her, bathing her womb in his seed.
Searc’s jaw went slack as his cock continued to spurt deep in her. “Yer all mine now, lass. There is no denying it. Yer mated to me now.”
Jessie ran a leg down his, her foot skimming the back of his calf on the way. She panted softly under him, her long hair fanned out all around her. “I think there is something more important here to realize.”
He stilled. “What is that?”
“That you’re totally mine now.” She grinned wickedly. “And I want to do that again.”
Laughing, he remained in her, soaking in the sight of her naked form beneath him. She truly was an angel. He withdrew from her slowly and instantly missed the feel of her sheath wrapped around his cock. Searc kissed her collarbone, near where he’d bitten her, marking her forever as his wife.
Jessie ran her hands through his hair, looking sated.
That gave him great satisfaction.
He moved lower, his lips finding one of her pert nipples. He eased his mouth over it and she winced again, her eyes widening. He kissed her nipple gently. “Sorry. I dinnae mean to hurt you again.”
“They’re tender,” she whispered.
His mind instantly went to Giuseppe and how the man had been so positive that Jessie was expecting a little one, and that the child was Searc’s. As he thought harder on it, he realized he’d just finished in her with nothing between them. While that wasn’t an issue for supernaturals normally, it was between mates. He stiffened. “Lass, I dinnae think about pulling out while claiming you.”
She stared up at him and then her mouth formed an “O”.
Searc eased down her more, kissing her stomach before licking a line to her bellybutton. The urge to plant tiny kisses all over her abdomen was great, so he did. He palmed the small swell there and looked up at her. “I know it’s wrong, but I hope we’re blessed from the word go.”
She looked puzzled.
He grinned. “I hope I beget you with child, Jessie. That my seed is in there now creating life within you.”
She reached for him and touched his shoulder. “I’d rather we have time together to get to know each other more—as a couple.”
Something deep within told him that was too late. That they’d already done it, but that felt slightly off—as if there was more to it than he understood.
His hand made its way between her legs just as the light and the wind around them died down. Searc glanced around the room and was shocked to see nothing was out of place. It was as though the energy had never surged forth. He knew better.
His wife was powerful.
And all his now.
He held her tight and kissed her lips. “Mmm, lass, I do nae want to leave this room.”
“I wish we could stay here forever,” she said. “I want you to totally do me again. This time much harder.”
He cleared his throat, needing to get off the subject of sex with her. If he didn’t, he never would leave the room. “Lass, I’ve called my team. They’re meeting us at PSI shortly. With yer permission, I’d like our doctors to have a look at you.”
Her hand went to her lower stomach and she sighed.
Searc found himself unable to look away from the act.
She stilled. “Can they tell me why everyone keeps asking if I’m pregnant?”
“Maybe,” he confessed. “There is a high chance you will be soon.”
She nodded. “Okay then. Is the sun down yet?”
“Within the hour. We can leave then.”
She met his gaze. “Searc?”
“Aye?”
“Thank you.”
He laughed. “Och, no. Thank you, lass.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jessie wasn’t sure what to expect as Searc led her through the halls of PSI, Division C headquarters. She’d heard tales of it all from the Para-Regs, but she’d never actually been to it or inside of it. She knew the branch housed a large number of vampires, earning it the Fang Gang Gathering Place nickname. She had to admit, it was nice. Very nice. Fancy, like the hotel, but decorated in an industrial modern theme.
So far, everyone she’d been introduced to had been exceptionally nice as well, and all male. She was starting to wonder if PSI employed any females. Didn’t appear that they did.
They took a turn down another corridor and she eased back, looking at the wall. On it was a large plaque that said “Asshole of the Week Award.” Alongside of it were smaller plaques that said the same thing but had names engraved on them. Various pictures of men with small notes attached were taped to some of the plaques. Some of the notes weren’t fit for decent people to view. Others were single words that made no sense to her without knowing the story behind the photo. Searc was in a fair number of the pictures, both alone and with other men. In all the photos he seemed lighter, happier than she’d ever seen him be.
A pang of jealousy came over her. He was happy with his men. Far happier with PSI than he was when he was around her father and her father’s men—when he was around her. He was her husband now. She should make him as happy as he looked in the photos.
But she didn’t.
“Jessie?” he asked, turning back to find her stalled to a stop in front
of the wall of what she was fast realizing could be called shame. He neared and put his hand on a picture of a man who looked like he wore nothing but black all the time. “That is Blaise. You’ll meet him tonight.”
She eased closer to Searc as he touched another photo, this one of a man with long dark brown hair. “That is Auberi. Part of my team as well.”
She did a double take on the photo. “Is he naked behind that tray he’s holding in front of himself? And is that a funeral home behind him?”
Laughing, Searc nodded. “Aye, was a great joke.”
She smiled despite being jealous that he found such joy with his men.
“And this one here is Daniel,” he said of a man with dark, semi-curly hair, who was wearing something that looked like it had been pulled from the pages of a history book. “He’s my team’s captain. He’s also a Brit. Do nae hold that against him too much. He cannae help it.”
She snorted. Just like every other immortal Scottish male Jessie knew, Searc evidently had issues with the British. She glanced at Searc. “What are they going to say to you mating?”
He licked his lower lip. “I think they’ll be jealous I get you for the rest of my life. And they’ll probably point out how yer father is gonna kill me.”
She tensed. He was right.
He shrugged. “Worth it.”
Laughing, she spotted a photo of a man with long white-blond hair. He was wearing a pair of swim trunks and had on enough sunscreen that he was nearly opaque with it. A huge pair of sunglasses covered his face. “Who is that and what is the story there?”
“Searc,” said a man from behind them. “You’re here.”
Jessie turned to find Daniel there, dressed impeccably, and in modern attire. Not a hair seemed to be out of place on him. He was a sharp contrast to Searc, who often looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed. She suspected it took more work than Searc would care to admit to look as he did.
“Aye,” said Searc.
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