The Author's Challenge
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“I’m hoping you’ll say that again, after. So now, let me talk without interruptions and tell you the whole, eh? Then you can shout, scream or kiss me senseless.”
“That sounds good.” Rob scooted up the bed and made himself comfortable beside her.
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“Okay.” Jenissa wiped her sweaty palms over the cool linen that covered her. Standing up in front of a class of twenty-odd arsy five-year-olds was chicken feed compared to this. “Well, I need to go back years, when, as a young girl, I found out I had, shall we say, special talents.”
“Shifting?” He reddened as she stared at him. “Well, I had time on my hands before you woke up and the internet is a wonderful thing.”
“Not at first.” She was pleased he was interested enough to try and find out more. However, she’d be able to tell him everything he wanted to know in better detail. “At first, I discovered that my family was unusual, that they were able to hear thoughts. In my case, and Jacob’s, although I didn’t know it then, we’re doubly able because we get that trait from both sides of the family in different ways, Dad as a member of the Kinfoyle Pack, a wolf shifter, and Mum as a witch. And no, I’m not going into details there. It’s got to stay private. It might sound strange but it’s a female side of the family thing. I can only divulge and share it with a daughter, when or if I feel the time is right. After all, us women need to keep our secrets.” She sniggered. “And as my mum used to say, give it to a man and he’ll want to take it to bits and see what it’s made of before admitting he can’t put it back together. Whatever it is. Our abilities are woman held, and not for men. As a child I would listen to all these wonderful fairy stories about clever women who could read minds and such, never realizing it was their way of starting to show me what I am. Then, at puberty, I discovered I could shift. That was when Jacob went away to school, to hone his skills as the projected Alpha. When I guess we all started to grow apart. Except for Ari and I. That friendship got stronger, but Jacob had to learn his stuff somewhere else.”
“Patriarchal society?’
She shook her head. “Far from it. Always the first born. He’s older than me by three minutes, thank goodness. I wouldn’t want his lot.”
“Fair enough. Go on.”
“Well, I fell in love. Unrequited. Okay, with hindsight, it was lust. I was too young to know the difference, but it was still not reciprocated. So I waited and waited, and knew if it wasn’t him, it would be nobody. I’d stay a virgin and never be able to release my full potential.”
“Whoever it was, is an idiot,” Rob commented. He grinned. “I was so clueless.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll agree with that. Anyway, eventually, I had my chance. Took it and blew it.”
“We blew it. I’d wanted you for so long before I got my Ma’am-induced dreams. But you were Ari’s friend and out-of-bounds, not to be touched. So we were both daft, eh?”
“Maybe. So, now I get to the nitty-gritty, why I behaved as I did.” Jenissa clutched his hand. And then once—if we get together and show what we are, Jacob will be happy.”
“You reckon? Why was he so arsy anyway?”
“I’m his twin,” Jenissa said simply. “He’s my big brother and my alpha. You see, it’s part of our heritage that when you meet your partner, your mate, you bite them three times. First as a prequel, to prepare them, so to speak, then once ceremonially, then again in private. He knows how important it is that we mate properly. According to our heritage, that cements your relationship and then your other half can shift. But the first time, if you didn’t come in me, I’d shift anyway, and it wouldn’t be good. Well, you saw a bit of it. Oh, it’s all tied up in ritual, but I guess usually it’s a shifter with a shifter, not a shifter with a pure human. Jacob could see the pitfalls, I guess, and worried. But if we do everything, he’ll welcome you gladly. Now, the last thing is, will you forgive me? Let me take you to council and do the ceremonial bite? Run with me and be my heart?”
He knew it was cruel, but he couldn’t help but put on a show of hesitation. Oh, if she wanted, she could look, but he knew she wouldn’t. He left off replying just long enough to see her face screw up and feel her hand tighten on his.
“Well…” Rob retrieved his hand from her vice-like grip, rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor. “Show me all I need to know, Ma’am.”
“Do you remember what I said? About horniness and second-trimester sex? That your senses are heightened and your climaxes the best ever? Which, as I said, I’m now in…” She cocked her head and looked at him with speculation. “So…”
“Maybe we should prove it?”
“Maybe we should.” Jenissa kicked the sheets way. “Come here, my heart.”
Rob’s cock jerked and pre-cum appeared on the bulbous, purple tip that showed over his jeans.
“And shuck the jeans, eh? Let’s start the same.”
He didn’t need a second telling. The denim chafed the sensitive skin of his dick. It wasn’t easy to release the rest of the zip and not catch himself, but somehow he managed.
Seconds later, he stood naked in front of her. She looked him up and down.
“My heart?”
“Ma’am.”
“Take me and love me.”
Chapter Thirteen
He wriggled his eyebrows. Jenissa giggled as he proceeded to twirl an imaginary moustache.
“You’re at my mercy?”
“Oh, lawdy me, I so ahmmm. Take me and treat me nice.” Then she sniggered. “Actually, you’re at my mercy, until I remind you if you’re not happy, code out. Even if this is just sex.”
“Then take me and treat me nice.” He laughed and kissed her neck. Just about where a bite would be if…
Stop it.
“My heart, between us there is no such thing as ‘just sex,’” Rob said, seriously. “You are my life, my Domme and the mother-to-be of my children. We will have stupendous sex, and I don’t think there will be anything I say no to.” Rob turned around and waggled his ass. “Even a flogging.” He turned back and she noticed how wet he was. Even more pre-cum coated his cock and glistened as it slid down the hard length. “I’m pleased to hear it. Sadly, though, with three in here”—she patted her tum—”I reckon our BDSM will be a bit low-key.”
“No worries. It gives me time to learn. And then, after…well…wow.”
She loved the way he said that. “So nicely, nicely will you love me?”
He crawled back onto the bed, settled her on her side facing him, and kissed her lips. His tongue thrust between them to play with hers. Jenissa growled deep in her throat. The swirl of his rough tongue on the inside of her mouth was so fucking erotic. She wriggled as her juices gushed.
Yay, I’m gushing. I am gushing like a…a…oh, fuck, shut up, mind, and let me enjoy it.
Rob stroked her clit and she almost came there and then. Horniness was an understatement. Her muscles clenched as he slid the tip of a finger in her channel. Every nerve in her body throbbed and her nipples were so blooming hard they ached.
“Shit, I want you in me.”
“Soon.” His voice was low, and soothing. “Patience, my heart. I intend to savor this.” He added another finger. “I intend for you to enjoy every little nuance. How else will I know what pleases my Ma’am?”
Okay, she loved the thought, but…“Sod patience. Now.” She didn’t know she had it in her to be so Domme-like when her body quivered with desire and the need for release. Then she spoiled it. “Please.”
“Well, Ma’am, as you demand so nicely. Roll over and lift your top leg.”
She did as he told her and was rewarded as he slipped his muscular thigh into the gap she’d made. With her hiss of pleasure echoing around them, he snaked one arm under her, and around her waist. She gasped as he walked his fingers over her side and up to her nipples, then played with them as he used his other hand to guide his cock into her pussy. Just as his wet cockhead teased her nether lips, he paused.
“Okay?”
“Then let me love you.” Rob set up a smooth thrust and withdrawal. “You let me do the work. Just enjoy yourself.”
That was a given, but no way could she not participate. As his cock filled her and his clever fingers tweaked her nipples Jenissa began to pant and match his movements. Her body was sweat slicked and the liquid mingled with the perspiration on his. Her skin tingled, heat consumed her, and she was almost ready to fly. There was one last thing. Dare she?
“Bite me.” The words came out in a staccato burst. “For all you hold dear, for me and our children to be, bite me as we come and make me truly yours.”
Bite me, bite me. The words were a mantra she chanted in her head. Oh she needed that, the sting the pain, the togetherness.
“Please, please.” She was begging and couldn’t care less. “I need tha…. Roooob, My Heart…Argh…. Y e ssss.”
He bit. Hard and deep and the howl she heard emanating from him was music to her ears. She let her own sounds of exultation mingle with his.
Mine.
“And mine.”
She came in one great shudder. A rainbow shattered in front of her eyes, as she felt Rob’s cum heat her and fill her. His shouts echoed hers and she heard his heartbeat in time with her own.
Truly they were as one.
Slowly their breathing slowed, but still he held her tight his cock softening but it seemed loath to leave her. Sated and happy she was content to let them stay as they were snuggled up and connected.
Her tummy fluttered. No, not her tummy.
“Rob,” she said urgently. “They’re moving.”
“Eh? The earth already has.”
“No not the earth, our babies, they’ve just moved. So gently, like a butterfly kiss.”
He rubbed her stomach. “Bless you all. Soon you can wriggle for Daddy, and Mummy will say you’re playing football in there.”
“Rugby.”
“Netball.”
“Volleyball.”
She giggled. “Showing their love.”
“And we’ll show them ours. I love you, Ma’am.”
“And I love you, my heart.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Oh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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