He sensed her joy in being in control, and for the moment, he was happy for her to stay that way. Her innocent response to him told Spyder everything he needed to know about her purity. Though virginity had never mattered worth a damn to him, Jessie’s did.
He was hers, and she was his.
He couldn’t come to her pure, and she wouldn’t be his first, but sure as hell she’d be his last.
“Take off your shorts,” he told her softly, and was almost surprised when she tumbled off his legs and began to obey immediately.
His jaw flexed and tensed as more of her was revealed to him as she shrugged out of the cotton covering. Beneath, she wore a simple pair of panties and they were more enticing than black leather or scarlet lace.
Her innocence fueled his need in a way he’d never have expected, could never have imagined.
At the sight of her, he quickly leaned up and tugged his own shirt overhead, then got to work on his fly. He didn’t bother pulling his pants off, just shrugged them down to his knees and kicked them off with his feet. It was a sad admission to make but the move was one he’d practiced often and could do as swiftly as he could unfasten a woman’s back-fastening bra with one hand.
She was barely naked by the time he was—that was how fast he’d moved. She blinked at him, seemingly astonished by his nudity. Who could blame her? If his was the first real cock she’d seen, then it was an eye-opening kind of day.
She gulped, her gaze glued to his dick in a way that almost had him snickering in amusement. Only knowing she’d be embarrassed and not wanting to give her any hang ups made him refrain from chuckling at her wide-eyed response.
Next time, he’d tease. Next time, he’d tickle her and make her scream.
This time, he wanted to go slow.
Well, as slow as she’d let him go, which wasn’t very if her next move was anything to go by. Her hand shot out and grabbed hold of his cock in a way that had him seeing stars. It was almost painful the way she held him. So damn tightly and with such a force, he had to stop himself from coughing. Grabbing her hand, he whispered, “I like it tight, babe, but just loosen your fingers a bit.”
She didn’t flush with embarrassment, but her eyes brightened as she listened to his command.
He watched her watch him, and knew she was studying him. Learning all about him.
He liked that. Loved that look. It made his cock ache and his balls burn with the need for release.
As she touched him, kneeling by his side, her hand carefully starting to jack him off, learning how quickly she could go, what made his hips jerk up in response. As she watched him, learned his responses, his own hand slid over her thighs. It took barely any persuasion at all, hardly any prodding at the line of closed thighs to make her part them, and when he did, he saw the slick juices that had gathered at the side of her pussy.
He groaned. “Jesus, Jessie, you’re going to kill me.”
She laughed, but it was breathy. “We’ve got too much living to do first,” she chided him, then moaned as his fingers delved between her pussy lips and aimed for her clit.
She jerked up a little in response and her eyes closed, her head tilting back as he explored her carefully with just the one digit.
She groaned as he fluttered that digit around the taut entrance of her body, and whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Good. It’s all for me,” he told her, sounding like a possessive jackass and uncaring that that was the case.
With a shudder, her eyes flared wide open. “I need you, Spyder.”
He gulped. “Call me Devon.”
She blinked. “Devon?”
“Spyder’s my club name. I want you to call out my real name when you come.”
“Really?” she said on a long breath, and he knew the notion enchanted her.
Hell, he hadn’t meant to charm her, but he was glad he had. She softened and cocked her leg over him, not stopping until this time, cock and pussy were brushing without anything in between.
Her lips had parted naturally with the posture, and when she settled down, they covered his cock with her juices. She moaned as she began to rock her hips again, and he felt her need stirring him in the jerky sway of her body as she tried to find something she wasn’t entirely sure where to look.
He could have guided her, could have been a steady hand on her hip, but he let her be. Left her to explore, to play even.
The tortured look on her face did nearly kill him, and the way she was riding his cock also worked at his control, so to combat that, he lifted his hands and with one, went to work on pinching her nipple, and the other, fondled her clit.
If he’d thought she’d been swaying jerkily before, that was nothing to what she did now. He caressed her clit, not stopping until he felt how close she was to an orgasm. She stunned the hell out of him by falling against him as her climax neared and neared. He’d not expected that, had thought he’d get to watch her face the first time she came on him, and then, as the peak hit, she stunned the hell out of him again.
Prickles hit his shoulder. A dark burning edge came next. Then agony as her teeth sliced into his skin.
He felt the blood gush as pain ricocheted through him from that one point. And she didn’t let go. As her climax hit her, rebounding through her body like a battering ram, she clung to him. And the fucking crazy thing was, through the pain, through the torn flesh at the juncture between throat and shoulder, he needed too.
His cock was hard. Harder than it had ever been before, he felt certain. He groaned, wrapped his hands around her hips and pressed her harder against him as he began to lift his ass, forcing the shared touch as she drove him insane with a need only she’d triggered before, and one only she would ever ease.
For a second, she vibrated above him. Honest to God, vibrated. Like she’d stuck her goddamn finger in an electrical socket or something. Then, before he could freak out, she reared back up again.
Her mouth was painted in his blood. She looked like something out of a shitty horror movie, and yet, his dick was weeping precum and his body ached for release.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The move was casual, in control, where he felt anything but. Yet he lay there, not moving while waiting for her to react, waiting for her to move. Somehow aware that this first time, she needed to be in charge.
He made no promises for the future, but in this, her instincts would guide them where they needed to go.
He shuddered as she reached between them. Her hands were warm on his throbbing shaft as she held him firm, then began to push herself down onto him.
God have mercy on his soul, she was tight. He had to fist his hands into the sheets, that was how tight she was. He felt certain he’d come without her having to do much more than this, dammit.
He watched her, in an agonizing spiral of desire, need and pain. His shoulder throbbed like a bitch, but it pulsed in time to his heart, and freakily enough, his cock.
“More,” he pleaded, needing her to stop this, to take him over an edge she was intent on holding on to.
He shuddered as she relaxed the taut muscles of her pussy, but he felt how small she was. How little. He grimaced and pressed his forearm over his eyes as the torture continued.
Each inch was a battle, and when she conquered it, she hissed in relief and triumph. For Spyder, it was more agonizing than the bite.
How he lay there and let her claim herself, he didn’t know. It was a study in control, a study in torment. But he did it.
A whimper escaped her as she finally hit the barrier of her virginity, and he braced himself for this to take a while. Just when sweat began to bead on his brow, she stunned him yet again by rising off him, making him cry out at the loss, then sinking down on him in a swift move that robbed her of her virginity.
His back arched as her silky walls caressed every inch of him, cupped and held him in their tight clasp.
He let her stay there, get her breath back as she came to terms wi
th what had just happened, and then he begged, “Move. Please, Jessie, move.”
His words had her tensing, and then, it was his turn to tense as laughter, joyous and wild, rippled from her as she began to move atop him.
She rode him like a cowboy rode an untamed stallion.
He felt the glorious abandon flood through her and sink into him as she claimed him.
He wasn’t sure how it happened, or even when, but as she dragged him to that precipice he’d been desperate to tumble over, he sank away, deep into a void he hadn’t known existed.
“All is well, child,” a soft voice murmured into his ear.
“Who are you?” he demanded as terror tried to rise but it disintegrated almost immediately. This place was too beautiful, too peaceful to allow any fear or panic to be harbored. In itself, that disturbed him, but again, the negative emotion wasn’t allowed to reign for long.
“I’m a Goddess,” the gentle voice said again. It was like a lullaby—her tone. It made him relax and soften, the tension he’d been experiencing since Sammy had been sent away dispersing as her words and her voice went to work on his senses.
“Yeah, yeah. Which one?” he demanded, needing to shore his defenses by being rude. What this stranger was making him feel was too good to be true. And if that was the case, then what he was feeling couldn’t be trusted. Neither could she.
“Your lack of manners should irritate, but I’m well aware of your past, Devon. I fear Jessie isn’t, so you needs must be gentle with her.”
He blinked. “Who the hell are you and what do you know of my past?”
“The abuse, child. What else?”
His heart clutched in his chest, but it was a strange sensation because he felt very distant from his body. Almost like where he was physically and where he was at this exact moment were thousands of miles apart. So while he felt his heart freeze at her words, that peculiar physical pain felt very far aware. Like he could feel its shadow but not the actual agony.
Needing more distance, this time from his past, he peered around and saw nothing other than blackness. She was there, so close he could feel her, so far he couldn’t touch her. She had a faint glow about her. Something that helped him distinguish between the true darkness and her form.
It was oppressive though, this endless Stygian gloom, and he felt his throat choke on it as he tried to reason where the hell he was. Suddenly, there was no more peace. The serenity had gone. His past loomed over him, a nightmare he’d never forgive. Never forget.
“Fear not, Devon. I did not bring you here to scare you.”
“Then why did you bring me here? What the hell’s going on?”
“I am one of the Goddesses your mate worships.”
He cleared his throat as her statement hit him. “Is this a joke? Did she drug me or something when she bit me?”
The Goddess snorted her amusement, and he frowned at the sound. Were Goddesses supposed to snort when they found something funny?
Hell, were they supposed to find shit funny at all?
He pondered that for a second, then she broke into his thoughts by whispering, “I brought you here because you’re unusual.”
“I am?”
“Oh yes. I do not normally gift my daughters with human males. Like Ava, I gave unto her a male of her kind. My daughters are rare. Precious. I protect them, cosset them. Give them males they deserve and desire. Indeed, you are more fortunate than you even know.”
“Why didn’t you with Jessie?”
“Because your soul cried out to me that day. It has never happened before,” she said conversationally, and finally, the darkness began to disperse.
It was only faint, only a barely there light, but it was enough for him to focus on. Enough for him to stop feeling oppressed in the endless black gloom that felt borderless. Like there were no walls to contain the depths of this place, this woman, a Goddess, claimed to have brought him.
“What day?” he tried to bluff, feeling sweat bead on his brow as memories began to drown him.
“You know very well I mean the day you died.”
He clenched his eyes closed. “No. No. No.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said softly. “I helped you back. I knew it wasn’t your time to go, and you disappointed me by following your father’s path, and you disappointed me even more when I saw what you were about to do to my child, Ava. But the good in you has always outweighed the bad. And when Jessie was born, I’d already united her with you; it was too late to remove the bond. You are fortunate that is so. You almost did not have a mate.”
“Is that why you brought me here?” he demanded, suddenly feeling very exposed. He was naked back wherever the hell is body was with Jessie, but here, this was a kind of nakedness he’d never known before.
It was a thousand times worse. His very soul was bared and that was worse than standing up in front of a crowd and realizing you’d forgot to put clothes on. Any clothes on whatsoever.
Her voice deepened. “You always were clever, Devon. And yes, I brought you here to tell you now you have Jessie, you will need to make better decisions with your life.”
He frowned, disconcerted enough to state, “My life is my life. It’s set. I am who I am.”
“Clichés and nonsense,” came the swift retort. “You needn’t be the President of your gang. And you needn’t belong to a gang anyway.”
“It’s my place. What else would I do?”
“No, that is the wrong way to think. Your place is with Jessie, and hers is with you. I warn you, if you remain on this path for long, you will lose her.”
The way she said that had ice water flooding through his veins. “But you said you can’t take her away from me.” The idea that she could be ripped from him was more agonizing than any bullet wound he’d experienced before. More painful than the beating he’d endured that had almost killed him as a boy. His breath froze in his lungs, making him choke almost.
“Breathe, Devon. Breathe. I won’t take her from you, but I can’t stop her from being taken away. If you put her in danger, that is your own fault, and your bond is such that you won’t last long without her.”
He blinked at that. “I have to help my brother.”
“Then help him. But do not stay on this path for long. I have warned you. I have done far more than I have done for even my own children. Heed my words, son. Heed them, and you will live a long and happy life with your mate at your side.
“Break the cycle, Devon. Break it or I fear for your very soul.”
The blackness receded with a flash of lightning, and suddenly, he was back where he’d been. Jessie was wriggling around on top of him, her curves sinuously writhing as she rode him to completion.
Just as he got his breath back from that impromptu visit to only God knew where, she clenched down on him and like that, release poured from him.
She roared with the glory of it, yelled his name to the stars, and his shout of ecstasy combined with hers. It flooded him, the sheer power of the orgasm, the power of release that came from her. Before he could do more than stare at nothing overhead, before the sparks and glitter of release ceased their display behind his eyes, she dropped down once more, and this time, on the other side of his shoulder, and bit down hard.
The pain came, but it entangled with the climax still soaring through his nervous ending. It prolonged it, made it continue, never let it stop until he was nothing more than a glut of sensation in his mate’s arms. All thoughts of Goddesses and remembered fear of the past and the warnings of the future disappeared. How could they not? When he was drowning with his mate, nothing else mattered.
Chapter 5
Banging at the door disturbed her from her slumber. She wrinkled her nose and crinkled her eyes as she fidgeted atop her bed.
Feeling the muscles underneath her, she remembered Spyder—Devon—was her mattress at the moment. And she pulled away, carefully sitting up and lifting her leg away so she didn’t hurt him.
“What the hell ar
e you doing in there?”
Her father.
She yawned.
More banging sounded at the door. “You think I won’t break this damn thing down, Jessie? You open up right this fucking instant.”
“Or what, Dad?”
“I just told you. I’ll break the goddamn door down!”
She snorted at his threat. “If you want to see your little girl in the raw with her mate, then go ahead. Break it down. Otherwise, leave us in peace.”
A hissing sound came from the hallway, and Spyder shot her a look from pleasure drugged eyes. “Was that wise?”
“You piece of shit. You mated her?” Mundo roared.
“What did you expect? That we’d wait for a goddamn lifetime? All I’ve heard all my life is how you and Mom couldn’t wait to be together. How prison nearly killed you both because you had to wait to be together. Well, what did you expect?”
“For you to wait until the danger passed, goddammit.” Her father let out a hoarse breath. “If anything happens to him now, you could pass right alongside him.”
She frowned, and when Spyder reared up, the muscles tensing as he sat, demanded, “What are you talking about?”
“Strong mate bonds... if one mate dies, then the other could too.” There was a dull thud, and she knew it was her father’s head banging into the door.
“I didn’t know, sir.” Spyder’s voice was filled with remorse but Jessie wasn’t.
If anything, the embers of the fury that had been kindling for so long snarled into life. Flames flickered in her eyes as she yelled, “If you stopped treating me like a baby, and told me something once in a damn while, I might have thought twice about Claiming Spyder now. But you don’t, do you? You’re all incapable of treating Ava and I like adults.
“Even knowing that I’d found my mate, and the threat of our bonding, you didn’t tell me.”
“I expected you to do as you’re told.”
“Since when have I ever done that?” she roared in response. “Goddess, Dad, everyone knows I don’t obey hardly any of your rules. Especially not the stupid ones.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’d have Claimed Spyder whether he was in danger or not. We’re mates. We’ll get through this together.”
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