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Chapter Twenty-Two
Claire
My body had completely rebelled against me. My hands were shaking. I’d only been through one heat in my lifetime, but I knew without even trying that I couldn’t stand. I made a move to open the passenger-side door. Before I could grasp the handle, the door opened and Jack was there, his arms beneath me, lifting me out of the car.
I buried my nose in the crook of his neck. His smell was already so familiar, but I’d rarely been able to be this close to him. His scent was overwhelming and addictive all at once. I knew I could overdose on the scent of him and die happy.
And yet, there was another scent, just beneath the familiar scent of the Jack Beaumont I’d grown accustomed to. Typically, whenever Jack walked into a room, the scent of tart cherries and oak flooded my nostrils like the sweetest vintage wine. But there was something else there, complimenting those notes. I drew in another breath and that’s when I realized what the new scent was. It was Jack’s own arousal.
The scent of a warlock’s arousal was a magical thing. Something that only an alpha warlock could emit when he was turned on beyond the point of no return. The realization that he emitted that scent for me made even more slick pool between my legs. I clenched my fingers in the fabric of Jack’s shirt as I moaned.
“Hold tight, little one,” Jack said. His voice was so deep and commanding that my stomach gave an involuntary flip. “We’re almost there.”
And almost there we were. Almost at that very point that I’d been dreaming of for eight years. I knew I was soaked with slick and I knew Jack was aware of it as he growled, low and dangerous, in my ear.
I barely registered when we had crossed the threshold of Jack’s cabin. It was only the banging of the door behind us, as Jack kicked it closed with his boot, that told me we were finally inside. Before today, I’d only been in Jack’s cabin once before. That day, I’d needed help with an article. At least, that was the excuse I’d had for finding myself there. I remembered how I’d tried to catalog every detail of the interior as if it might give me some clue about who the man was who I knew was my mate. Little clues I could take home with me to flesh out the fantasies that kept me going.
There was no stopping to catalog the contents of his cabin this time, not that I would have been in any shape to do so. He pressed forward, his steps swift and sure, as he mounted the stairs and carried me upward. I knew where we were headed, but I still couldn’t quite believe it. I whimpered at the thought of finally being with him inside his bedroom.
“Shhh, I’m going to take care of you, Claire,” he whispered into my hair as we stepped into the room. My abdomen cramped with a sharp pain, desperate to have him inside me, seeding my womb. I’d heard of how a witch’s body took over in these moments, making her mind focused on the act of procreation and the need to join with her partner. Years of being hunted had made our bodies evolve into beings that demanded we mate, procreate, and protect one another. And now my body was telling me in no uncertain terms that I needed to take every bit of this warlock’s cum inside me. Take it and make a baby that was the perfect blend of the two of us.
I only realized how tightly I’d been clinging to him when he attempted to lay me down on the bed. As I clung to him, he let out a laugh, the sound so rich that I felt it right inside the center of my pussy.
“Don’t worry, darlin’,” he said, pulling my hand from his shirt and placing a tender kiss on the knuckles before he stepped back to look down at me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
How much I wanted to believe that. There was that ugly worry at the back of my mind, as crowded out as it was by my need, that this was all temporary. That the ending would be one of us going down in flames. But my heat pushed all those thoughts away as I watched Jack undress before me. He reached for the hem of his Henley, pulling it over his head and revealing a broad, toned chest with a dusting of fine, dark hair. Not once in the time that I’d known Jack had I ever seen him without his shirt. My eyes worked overtime, trying to take in every inch of him. Those sculpted pecs, honed from decades of fighting for what he knew was right. The washboard abs that came from likely wielding the ax that I’d seen buried in the tree stump near the cabin.
On my knees, I crawled across the bed toward him. I needed to touch him, feel him. My hands ached to be on his body. I needed to feel all that muscle. Sliding up his body, I brought my lips to his chest, kissing the firm skin beneath that light dusting of hair. I moaned, my tongue flicking out, desperate for the taste of him.
My hands slid down to the bulge that pressed through his jeans. Running my hand up and down the length of the bulge, I moaned, knowing how soon he would be inside me.
“Godsdamned, Claire,” Jack cursed with a hiss as my hand grappled for his cock. “Let me get these clothes off of you so we can do this the right way. No more fumbling through clothes. I want to see all of you.”
He pulled away from me long enough to flick open his belt. Then, with one swift movement, he pushed his pants and boxer briefs over his hips. His large, thick cock bounced out, rock hard and damned angry at the lack of attention. My eyes widened at the sight of him, knowing that it would be an uncomfortable fit at first. And yet no part of me wanted to delay what was about to happen. I wanted him to nail me to the wall. My abdomen clenched again and slick flooded out of me, causing me to fall back onto the bed, weakened by my need for him.
“Now you,” he said, crawling across the bed to me. He pulled me up, hooking his fingers into my shirt and pulling it over my head. The pads of his fingers slid across the bare skin of my sides, making me shiver in their wake. I watched as his eyes went nearly black with need as he took in the slope of my breasts. With one flick of his wrist, the bra fell free, revealing me to him. My nipples had grown hard and puckered, wanting to be licked and touched by the warlock before me.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of sucking on these beauties?” He asked, running his thumbs over the peaks. I moaned, arching my back. “They bounce when you walk. Did you know that? Fuck.”
He bent forward, taking the taut peak of one breast in his mouth as he kneaded the other with his hand. I was moaning, writhing, wanting him to spend all day doing nothing more than lavishing my breasts with attention. But I needed him elsewhere. My womb grasped for what I knew only he could give me. My pussy had never felt so empty.
“Please, Jack,” I begged, knowing that I wouldn’t be much for words for much longer. The only heat I’d experienced in my lifetime had been the one that had come after my presentation. I’d had to be sedated to get through it without a partner. My experience with what I was feeling was limited. I knew from what I’d heard from other witches that there came a point during a witch’s heat where she could no longer form coherent words. I could feel myself hurtling toward that point and if I didn’t get Jack’s knot inside me soon, I might explode.
“I want to do all of this,” I said, my teeth clenched as Jack pulled away from my breast and studied me. There was no disguising the lust in his expression. It only made me grow more fevered. “But I need your knot. Please.”
I never thought I would beg a man in bed, but here I was, arching my hips and begging Jack to fill me with his cock. I was so close to what I needed. What I’d dreamt of for so long.
“Shh, baby,” he cooed, sliding down my body. “I’ve got you.”
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans, pulling the jeans and underwear over my hips until there was nothing left between us. I was soaked with my slick, the sheen coating my inner thighs. Jack growled as he finally saw all of me.
Tossing the jeans and panties to the side, he zeroed in on my pussy, placing his hand between my thighs and spreading them apart. His nostrils flared, scenting the slick I was making for him in order to take his knot. He growled.
He ran his finger down the wet length of my cunt. “You need me right here, darlin’?”
No more words. The only thing I could manage was a whimper, followed by a moan.
His head bent forward and he ran a tongue up my slit. I panted, bucking against his mouth.
